<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288</id><updated>2012-01-21T08:13:22.739+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Eternal Rebel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-3734795303349517081</id><published>2010-02-14T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:19:16.088+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WALK ALONE!</title><content type='html'>If no one is willing to walk with u, walk alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-3734795303349517081?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3734795303349517081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=3734795303349517081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3734795303349517081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3734795303349517081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2010/02/walk-alone.html' title='WALK ALONE!'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4499813487415045831</id><published>2009-10-31T19:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:53:16.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SACRED SPACE</title><content type='html'>A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4499813487415045831?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4499813487415045831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4499813487415045831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4499813487415045831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4499813487415045831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2009/10/sacred-space.html' title='SACRED SPACE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-5383890079680869426</id><published>2008-12-05T20:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:45:58.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A NEW CHILDHOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;It was a typical Sunday morning that my mother, despite violent protest on my part, bundled me into a taxi to take me to an Ashram. The ashram is a facility where being taught meditation rehabilitates women and girls and other skills that help them overcome trauma. My mother was welcomed there with hugs, which she happily returned. I was not yet ready to be as open and loving as her. Bored, I looked around and saw three girls huddled in a corner, terrified. The oldest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;’t have been a day over 10. I then noticed a drunken man staggering, yelling profanities, and trying to forcibly take the girls away. The children shrieked in terror. My mother intervened. “They’re my brother’s children. Who are you to interfere?” yelled the man. The girls clung to my mother. I found myself rushing to them. I took them in my arms, leaving my mother to handle the uncouth man. The words ‘police’ and ‘jail’ were used. This sobered him down considerably and, within minutes, he was quite willing to part with his nieces for a few thousand rupees. My mother made him sign a bond surrendering his rights over the children to the ashram and told him in no uncertain terms where he would end up if was ever seen in the vicinity again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the afternoon progressed, I learned that the girls had seen their parents murdered in front of their eyes. Their uncle used to force them to do odd jobs and drank away the money they earned. This would have continued had the ashram not discovered them. On the drive back, I was pensive. Even in my wildest imagination I could not have conceived of such things happening to children of my age. My life was a complete contrast to theirs. Many lives were affected that day. Now, I go back to the ashram every Sunday and see the girls growing up. I also see my own life in a completely different light. I feel grateful for my childhood and the fact that I was allowed to have one. And I feel grateful if I can help gift something as precious as that to even one other child.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-5383890079680869426?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5383890079680869426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=5383890079680869426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5383890079680869426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5383890079680869426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-childhood.html' title='A NEW CHILDHOOD'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-2032600513753789923</id><published>2008-10-26T11:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:56:51.397+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOST IN TRANSLATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SQQNb4CyavI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YJCu4LgJ4_s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261345037227289330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SQQNb4CyavI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YJCu4LgJ4_s/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lage Raho Munnabhai serves its purpose well if you see it for what Bollywood films are made i.e., for their entertainment value. However, it would be a pity if after seeing the film youth were to believe that Gandhian methods can bring quick results. In fact, the very emphasis on results is contrary to the true spirit of Gandhian values. As far as Gandhi was concerned, truth and non-violence were worthy ideals to be pursued irrespective of their outcome. One, therefore, hopes that the film would inspire people to look beyond Gandhigiri and delve deeper into Gandhian thought. This gives us an opportunity to examine the word Gandhigiri, which has caught the fancy of many and has been objected to by others. In the film the term has been used for the practice of Gandhian methods. However, strictly speaking, in Hindi the suffix girl has a pejorative connotation. Thus, you have chamchagiri (sycophancy), dadagiri (bullying), uthaigiri (stealing) etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a Hindi-speaking person, therefore, the word Gandhigiri does not sound complimentary to the Mahatma. However, Bollywood Hindi is hardly known for its purity. Its more a khichri, whose main ingredient may be proper Hindi but which is richly flavored with other languages. In Gujarati for instances, the suffix girl is used both in a pejorative and non-pejorative and non-pejorative sense. For example, Gujarati word Kaamgiri simply means work or performance. That the term Gandhigiri has been coined by Abhijat Joshi, the dialogue and screenplay writer of the film who has lived in Ahmedabad, shows that the Gujarati influence has something to do with the coining of the new term. One person who would certainly have been cool to the term Gandhigiri is the Mahatma himself. For, in the very first paragraph of the Hindi translation of his autobiography, My Experiments with Truth, he used the word diwangiri to describe the profession of his ancestors. The word was perfectly in order in the original version of the book, which Gandhi wrote in Gujarati. The word has been retained in the Hindi translation even though its correct rendering in Hindi should have been diwani. That no one has objected to it shows that the translator meant well. And so it seems did Abhijat Joshi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-2032600513753789923?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2032600513753789923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=2032600513753789923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2032600513753789923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2032600513753789923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost-in-translation.html' title='LOST IN TRANSLATION'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SQQNb4CyavI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YJCu4LgJ4_s/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-3801419035986638166</id><published>2008-10-05T08:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:04:13.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE UNCOMMON CROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SOhfxPuV5kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fXnu68HITYE/s1600-h/pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253554264966817346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SOhfxPuV5kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fXnu68HITYE/s200/pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a strange pecking order. An order that shattered long held notion about gentle pigeons, noisy crows and their countenance in general. Having had no opportunity earlier to watch pigeons closely, I was fascinated by their sheer numbers when they descended on my balcony in Mumbai one morning. Their cooing and chattering amused me as stood in front of the kitchen window. Hoping they would come back the next moring and every day after that, i began to put out loads of rice- leftovers that my dog made available. The crows came too – noisy as ever and often scolding me on days when i would delay putting out their meal. They waited at strategic points on the parapet, ready to swoop down on the bowl. I wasn’t sure if they were early risers or had just got into the habit of grabbing a quick bite before the dominating pigeons landed. As the messengers of love arrived with their domineering swagger, the crows obligingly stepped aside to let them have their fill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the pigeons stepped aside to let them have their fill, lumps of rice onto the ground, the crows would shift and slide, making way for one latecomer among them- a single legged fellow. Though he was half a wing short, he was the only one who had the courage to goad the pigeons to make way. It was probably a similar act of bravery that cost him his looks. I saw in him what cartoonist R K Laxman had noted decades ago – a spark of intelligence and a strong survival instinct in his jet-black eyes. Eyes that reflected a quiet confidence in other creatures as well. Something that made him stand out in the murder of crows that surrounded me and my dog every day. And then one day my dog died. The bowl lay in the balcony as usual, but the winged friends didn’t turn up. Much later, the brave one put in an appearance and sat there in silence – for a long, long time. To me, it was as if he had come as a representative of the two warring parties, to bid farewell to his benefactor, before leaving for good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-3801419035986638166?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3801419035986638166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=3801419035986638166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3801419035986638166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3801419035986638166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2008/10/uncommon-crow.html' title='THE UNCOMMON CROW'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SOhfxPuV5kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fXnu68HITYE/s72-c/pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-5382039582441586386</id><published>2008-09-28T13:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:32:39.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MANALI MAGIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SN85r3MWSCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/20XUI2l4RCc/s1600-h/ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250979116250187810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SN85r3MWSCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/20XUI2l4RCc/s200/ma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its summer time and most of us will be heading for the hills in quest of fresh air and relaxation. But most north Indian hill stations are fraught with irritants, the worst of which are local touts who materialize in hordes at entry points with the single-minded aim to fleece you. More often than not taxi drivers cheat you as well. But during a recent trip to Manali, my friends and I were blown away with the excellent organization there. It’s no exaggeration to state that Manali is a case study on how to manage a hill station in order to provide the one thing that a tourist seeks above all else – hassle-free enjoyment. As we drove into the town we were stopped at a barrier and my first thought was, ‘Oh no, not another tollgate’. But we were surprised to find that while we were charged Rs 200 as entry tax for the car, this fee also provided us free parking for a week in most areas of the town. We were also given a pamphlet containing a guide map of Manali, essential local telephone numbers and taxi fares for sightseeing at neighboring places. No room for confusion, no scope for cheating, sees? We were then requested to contact the local hoteliers’ association, whose office was conveniently located on the Mall, in case we required assistance in getting suitable accommodation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manali has much to offer: Breathtaking sights of snow-capped peaks; the gushing Beas river; hot springs at Vashisht; Manu and Hadimba temples; and plenty of shopping. Manali is also the favorite haunt of many a foreign tourist, particularly Israelis, who’ve made it a second home. Hence lafa, shaksuka and other Israeli cuisine are advertised at every second hotel. There’s Italian, German and Japanese food available, too. I can go on – about the famous Roerich Art Gallery, the beautiful Solang Valley, and, of course, Rohtang Pass. At over 13,000 feet, it is surprisingly reachable thanks to a fairly good road and, once more, I’m compelled to mention the efficient organization along the route. Vehicles move in convoys that leave Manali at designated time so as to regulate the flow of traffic. Tourism is the life-blood of nearly every hill station in India. This is a truth that Manali has taken to heart; others would do well to follow her example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-5382039582441586386?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5382039582441586386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=5382039582441586386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5382039582441586386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5382039582441586386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2008/09/manali-magic.html' title='MANALI MAGIC'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/SN85r3MWSCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/20XUI2l4RCc/s72-c/ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-7807678953277061398</id><published>2008-09-23T19:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:31:57.794+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOLI REMINISCENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hailing from a Garhwali village, where we still have our old family haveli, with a beautiful temple dedicated to Radha-Krishna, it was only natural that Holi was to be the festival of choice for the entire clan. At our grandparents’ home, preparations for the great day began weeks in advance. Colossal amounts of tesu flowers would arrive to be boiled in massive brass cauldrons for hours on end. The vermilion-colored water was used to play Holi. Of course gulal (dry color), in myriad hues would also be purchased to smear each other’s faces with, but made of wheat flour, it did no harm to the skin unlike the hazardous chemical stuff which is rife today. Armed with massive pichkaris and pails of colored water, we would patiently wait for an appropriate target. If a gentleman with a starched white kurta and dhoti passed by, our delight at besmirching his pristine attire, with a mélange of crimson and orange, knew no bounds. If he fumed and fulminated, brandishing his stick, our joy was multifold. We would scamper away at lightening speed to raucous screams of Holi hai! Complaints to our elders in the family would fall on deaf ears. Be a sport, the harried complainant would be told. Surely you can’t take umbrage at innocent little Bal-gopals, indulging in a bit of frolic and that too during the Holi season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few hours and several pails of colored water later, we would raid the kitchen for various sweets. Gujiyas, stuffed with khoya and an assortment of fried fruit were the perennial favorite. Washed sown with fragrant thandai, minus the bhang of course, it was the end of an idyllic afternoon. As for bhang, it was de rigueur for all the disparate reactions on different people. Some became wildly merry, yet otters turned philosophical, spouting forth pearls of wisdom. My uncle usually lapsed into a very deep sleep. Fifteen years down the line, Holi’s association with lumpen behaviors makes it our most dreaded festival. Refusing to hobnob with the bands of merrymakers, i lock myself at home, catch up on the latest blockbuster on the DVD and hope to goodness we are not disturbed.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-7807678953277061398?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7807678953277061398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=7807678953277061398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7807678953277061398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7807678953277061398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2008/09/holi-reminiscence.html' title='HOLI REMINISCENCE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4885122814861859124</id><published>2008-02-29T19:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:09:23.038+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YOUNG SHOPAHOLICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/R8gYksulM6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rW663HW1B8A/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172411190795908002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/R8gYksulM6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rW663HW1B8A/s200/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Across the country, malls are changing retail landscapes and lifestyles. As marketers tell us, you don’t buy a product in a mall, you buy an experience. Combining shopping in air-conditioned comfort, entertainment, coffee bars, multiplexes, play areas for children, gaming and food courts, they have created a new breed: malls rats. They are also changing spending habits, consumption patterns and leisure time and laying the foundation for the organized retail industry to reach a projected Rs 1,00,000 crore from its current status as a Rs 35,000 crore industry. Thanks to the entertainment options available, mall crawling has become the favorite activity of well-heeled urbanites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn’t been all smooth sailing. Some malls have had to switch strategy, realizing that footfalls don’t necessarily translate into fortunes. Moreover, India is in an early stage of retail development. Organised retailing accounts for less than 5 percent of the market. High real-estate price mean that malls have to command heavy volumes or fat margins to break even. Yet, there is no denying that malls are taking over from traditional high streets as the places to shop-and also to be seen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malls are the new destination. In fact, the Great Indian Middle Class is now referred to as the Great Indian Mall Class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4885122814861859124?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4885122814861859124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4885122814861859124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4885122814861859124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4885122814861859124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2008/02/young-shopaholics.html' title='YOUNG SHOPAHOLICS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/R8gYksulM6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rW663HW1B8A/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4624145643078860237</id><published>2007-11-09T23:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:26:13.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'>EXPORTING TERROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relations between India and Pakistan have a tendency to move on twin tracks. One is fuelled by Islamabad’s Kashmir obsession and its commitment to cross-border terrorism. The other involves periodic peace offers by Pakistan to ease international pressure on itself. It’s a double game that has been played with some success in the past but Islamabad bow finds itself hoist with its own petard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why the question of whether the ceasefire along the Line of Control is an attempt to appease the global gallery or a genuine desire for peace remains an open one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4624145643078860237?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4624145643078860237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4624145643078860237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4624145643078860237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4624145643078860237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/11/exporting-terror.html' title='EXPORTING TERROR'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-839318744356868098</id><published>2007-10-13T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:22:32.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIVING WITH TERROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RxDpkZYwZWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gJfcoi1Setk/s1600-h/ter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120849587819537762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RxDpkZYwZWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gJfcoi1Setk/s200/ter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India has lived with the spectre of terrorism for close to two decades: the rest of the world is only just discovering both its uncertainty and the certainty. The uncertainty revolves around not knowing when or where the next attack could come from. The certainty is knowing that even without a direct attack, the threat of terrorism will disrupt life as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 9/11, there have been 10 terror attacks in our country in the past 6 years –not counting incidents in Jammu &amp;amp; Kashmir. The most recent of these was in Heydrabad and the lack of a significant breakthrough in that case is not encouraging. We need to understand whether levels of threat around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern terrorist has access to the latest technology and is not short of innovation-who knows what he will think up tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world itself is under attack. The war on terror can only be won with a global pooling together of information and expertise. Today more than ever, the words of English poet John Donne are prophetic: no man is an island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-839318744356868098?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/839318744356868098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=839318744356868098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/839318744356868098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/839318744356868098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/10/living-with-terror.html' title='LIVING WITH TERROR'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RxDpkZYwZWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gJfcoi1Setk/s72-c/ter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-1978553004870464435</id><published>2007-10-06T09:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:45:43.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TACKLING PAKISTAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RwcLm5n-6sI/AAAAAAAAAII/7EVMjtRbMK0/s1600-h/pak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118072264461314754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RwcLm5n-6sI/AAAAAAAAAII/7EVMjtRbMK0/s200/pak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time there is a major terrorist strike in India, the needle of suspicion points towards Islamabad, as it has done once again in the wake of the serial blasts in Hyderabad. The sophisticated nature of the explosive and timers, apart from the target, Andhra Pradesh’s capital, clearly points to a larger strategy orchestrated from outside. Pakistan’s double game, of peace talks and Confidence Building Measures on the one hand, and covert support to terrorist groups operating against India on the other is well documented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indo-Pakistan peace process is now on hold and in South Block there is serious debate on what India’s strategy for dealing with Pakistan should be. There is also the realization that the UPA government’s conciliatory approach to Islamabad has not worked. Following Musharraf’s pledge on January 6, 2004 that he will not let Pakistan territory be used for terrorism against India, the opposition has become the norm. While Jammu &amp;amp; Kashmir bore the brunt, across India there have been five major terrorist strikes apart from the Hyderabad blasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indo-Pakistan peace process has had limited success like the Muzaffarabad-Srinagar bus link and a liberalized visa regime. The slow pace of the dialogue was largely because Delhi was never really sure about President Musharraf, whether to trust him or not. His government’s covert support to terrorist groups like the Lashkar-e-Toiba has continued unchecked in a dangerous double game that Islamabad has been playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-1978553004870464435?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1978553004870464435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=1978553004870464435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1978553004870464435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1978553004870464435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/10/tackling-pakistan.html' title='TACKLING PAKISTAN'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RwcLm5n-6sI/AAAAAAAAAII/7EVMjtRbMK0/s72-c/pak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-7877764435315266847</id><published>2007-09-28T11:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:24:08.828+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OBC: WHO ARE THEY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvyW6SWl8RI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fJN5C6E1DZE/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115129204889219346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvyW6SWl8RI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fJN5C6E1DZE/s200/cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, HRD Minister Arjun Singh dropped a bombshell when he announced 27 percent reservations for OBCS in all institutes of higher learning. It is seen as a precursor to reservations in private jobs to already existing quotas in government jobs. No wonder, this triggered nation-wide protest, for and against the policy. It also revived the volatile debate regarding merit versus equity. The issue was taken to the Supreme Court which asked the Government pertinent questions. What was the basis of the norms for fixing it? Finally, if the proposed reservation is implemented, what are the modalities and the basis for these modalities? These questions struck at the core of the reservation issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that reservation has become a victim of politics of competitive populism. Not only are there variations from state to state regarding who is entitled to reservations, the statistical basis of the latest policy is suspect. There is little credible data on what percentage of the population constitutes the Other Backward Classes, a polite metaphor for caste. At the time of Independence, 2,399 castes were recognized by the Kalekar Commission as OBCS. The Mandal Commission recognized 2,052 castes but today that figure is 3,743. Mandal estimated that the population of OBCS was 52 percent based on the last castebased census in 1931. The Census continues to record SCS and STS but not OBCS which remains a conjectural figure. The National Sample Survey estimated that OBCS constitute about 36 percent of the population and not 52 percent as the latest reservation policy would have the country believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, there are serious questions regarding the impact the reservation policy will have on the quality of education. There is also confusion about whether the creamy will be part of the new policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-7877764435315266847?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7877764435315266847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=7877764435315266847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7877764435315266847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7877764435315266847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/obc-who-are-they.html' title='OBC: WHO ARE THEY?'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvyW6SWl8RI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fJN5C6E1DZE/s72-c/cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-729915604914362441</id><published>2007-09-27T12:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:53:39.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HEALTH: UNHEALTHY TEENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvtaYiWl8QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/U7eUOowpQdk/s1600-h/fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114781179394257154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvtaYiWl8QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/U7eUOowpQdk/s200/fat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an old adage repeated in many Indian homes, especially by the older generation: health is wealth. Well, the Indian middle class has got the wealth but is fast losing its health. The middle-class in India has never had it so good. Affluence and globalization has made a given them a wider range of cuisine, not necessarily the healthiest. Yet, as is often said, there is no such thing as a free lunch, or it could be a case of too many lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxically, a nation with 20 percent of the poor of the world is facing an obesity crisis. The middle class is increasingly sporting a middle spread that poses a serious health risk for millions. Obesity, till recently, was seen as a disease of developed countries. Yet, 35 percent or approximately 120 million urban Indians are seriously obese, as are one in 10 urban Indian children. Delhi is India’s obesity capital with alarming 45 percent males and 55 percent women suffering from high levels of obesity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obesity is more than a cosmetic concern. Being seriously overweight puts you at greater risk of developing high blood pressure, cardiac disease, diabetes, some cancers and other health risks. Ultimately, obesity can be life-threatening. In the US, more than three lakh deaths are linked to obesity annually. According to the World Health Organization, the obesity epidemic is increasing faster in developing countries than in the developed world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prime cause revolves around changes in lifestyles as a result of affluence and a sedentary lifestyle. Basically, we are eating too much high calorie food and not burning enough of it with exercise. It always amazes me to see how a country, used to eating fresh home cooked meals, has taken to pizza parlors and McDonald’s each year. These have aggravated the obesity problem. Longer work hours mean longer hours behind a desk. At home, it’s sitting at a computer or the TV. As lives become busier, there is less time to cook healthy meals; instead, more people are opting for high calorie, pre-cooked meals popped into the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Indian health care circles, the battle against the bulge has begun. Last year, the first Asia Pacific Obesity Conclave took place in Delhi and health experts are gearing up to tackle obesity on a war footing. The antidote is simple: eat healthier, exercise more and change lifestyle patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the challenge lies in creating awareness. We all know that fat is ugly, but many people are unaware that it is dangerous as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affluence may have given middle class India many gifts but they are in danger of losing the greatest gift of all: good health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-729915604914362441?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/729915604914362441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=729915604914362441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/729915604914362441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/729915604914362441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/health-unhealthy-teens.html' title='HEALTH: UNHEALTHY TEENS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvtaYiWl8QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/U7eUOowpQdk/s72-c/fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-7391031068789029741</id><published>2007-09-24T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:00:37.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE RAPE NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed that the status of children and women is a very accurate indicator of how civilized a country is. If the children are healthy and educated, you know the country is progressive. In a place where women are not treated with equality, you know that country is bedeviled by problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past decade, one of the key features of India’s liberalizations has been the influx of women into a variety of professions and their contribution to a growing economy. However, as we read about the horrific attacks on young women in India’s two biggest cities, this seems a veneer. A teenager was raped in Mumbai by a taxi driver. Then Delhi was shaken when a young call-centre worker was picked up off the street and raped. The capital has a reputation of being dangerous but the incident in Mumbai, which often boasted of being safe for women, points to a darker trend. That women, now facing more dangers during the course of a work day, have a reason to feel unsafe in urban India. According to the latest figures, the rate of crime against women in 35 big cities is higher than the national average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is as disturbing as these statistics is a medieval mindset which continues to dominate our society. There is little empathy for the victims of violence, little understanding of the gravity of the problem. Even political parties like the Shiva Sena, whose basic commitment should be towards protecting women’s rights, make reactionary statements like “women invite rape by wearing provocative clothes”. Women today are no longer confined to their homes and their jobs require them to be working at odd hours. It falls on India’s civil society to safeguard women even more but we have not adjusted to this fact. The courts need to become more sympathetic towards rape victims, increase the rate of convictions and mete out justice swiftly. None of this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians take pride in the visible symbols of the progress of their cities-whether it is urban growth rate or the mushrooming of malls. But economic growth means little if the same cities become zones of social anxiety where half of its citizens feel unsafe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-7391031068789029741?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7391031068789029741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=7391031068789029741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7391031068789029741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7391031068789029741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/rape-nightmare.html' title='THE RAPE NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6833090272306627045</id><published>2007-09-22T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:49:23.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW AMBASSADORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvSzwA9jwRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/svmblUzCFjU/s1600-h/in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112909114445644050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvSzwA9jwRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/svmblUzCFjU/s200/in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government figures say there are 20 million people Indian origin living in 110 million countries. Somehow you don’t need statistics to tell you that. You can find Indians in the most unlikely places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The migration of Indians has been quiet, gradual but relentless. I like to think of it as a reverse colonization. During the Raj, Indians were sent as indentured labour to Africa, the West Indies, even Fiji. Today, their children are presidents, prime ministers, senators, tycoons and Nobel Prize winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persons of Indians origin (PIOS) are impossible to typecast. Like those at home, they come in all shapes and sizes, fit all descriptions. What links the astronaut on our cover with the Punjabi sheep farmers in New Zealand? What connects whit collar techies in Silicon Valley to the Indians who seem to have a monopoly on 24-hour stores in Britain-or the Patels who so dominate the US motel industry that motels are often referred to as “Potels”? It is the will to succeed. Many migrant communities continue to live on the margins of their host society. Indians are rarely among them. We must introspect as to why these people had to go abroad to be so successful. Obviously the conditions in India were too stifling to allow this energy, enterprise and talent to thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The global Indian, wherever he may live or work, whatever passport he may hold, is forever Indians. As is often said, you can take an Indian out of India but you can’t take India out of an Indian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6833090272306627045?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6833090272306627045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6833090272306627045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6833090272306627045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6833090272306627045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-ambassadors.html' title='THE NEW AMBASSADORS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvSzwA9jwRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/svmblUzCFjU/s72-c/in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4102633853390284304</id><published>2007-09-21T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:15:03.451+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN EDUCATION SYSTEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvNaVw9jwQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DPet4KJZNaE/s1600-h/edu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112529331962495234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvNaVw9jwQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DPet4KJZNaE/s200/edu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations test aptitude and help students make career choices. That is what they are supposed to do. In India, exams have become something else altogether. Every time the exams come around, a collective paranoia settles over India’s 30 million higher secondary students. Scholastic aptitude becomes a matter of life and death. When children begin to take their lives over exams then something is very seriously wrong. Stressed over the intense competition and high cut-off percentages, students a year as they prepare for the boards. Instead of being confident and creative young people, our teenagers believe that their entire futures depend on exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that the reforms needed in education are not radical but commonplace. They revolve around the modernization of textbooks, broadening the ambit of what students are tested on and how they are taught. The tragedy though is that education is one of the most contentious and slowest-moving areas of governance. We pay for too heavy a price for government sloth through the precious lives of our children. This can’t go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4102633853390284304?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4102633853390284304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4102633853390284304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4102633853390284304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4102633853390284304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/indian-education-system.html' title='INDIAN EDUCATION SYSTEM'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvNaVw9jwQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DPet4KJZNaE/s72-c/edu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4980090852965177934</id><published>2007-09-21T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:09:58.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE FEEL GOOD FACTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvNZIQ9jwPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NNwnD651CTo/s1600-h/indian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112528000522633458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvNZIQ9jwPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NNwnD651CTo/s200/indian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India’s economic indices reveal that we have achieved record levels of growth. In the past few years, it was difficult to ignore the couple of clouds despite the silver linings. Around 2004, it was feared that the growth in India would be jobless and manufacturing would languish. Those fears have proved to be baseless. This economic surge has a heart. Every sector has expanded its employment numbers and there are new investments across the board. What is more encouraging is that the growth is not restricted to IT and other services sectors but has spread to traditional industries like textiles, steel, even readymade garments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When celebrating any economic progress, all Indians wonder how our great rival China compares by the same standards. An increasing number of economists are beginning to bet on India. The reason is that unlike China’s investment-driven economy, India’s is consumption-led. Today, for the middle-class Indian affordability is no longer a function of price. The Indian consumer’s spending has moved from worrying about the MRP to quickly calculating the EMI. His urge to splurge has been accelerated by flexibility in pricing, the availability of easy loans, and product innovation, such as a PC for less than Rs 10,000 or a RS 10 phone recharge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4980090852965177934?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4980090852965177934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4980090852965177934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4980090852965177934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4980090852965177934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/feel-good-factor.html' title='THE FEEL GOOD FACTOR'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RvNZIQ9jwPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NNwnD651CTo/s72-c/indian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-875686205662556385</id><published>2007-09-18T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:44:40.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GLOBAL CHAMPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past five years, 307 overseas companies have been acquired by Indian corporates, the worth of the mergers totalling $ 20 billion (over Rs 90,000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crore&lt;/span&gt;). The rate of Indian acquisitions has been growing exponentially over the past five years, the last two witnessing more than half of the 307 takeovers. The acquisitions reflect the growing confidence of Indian business because they believe they can do a better job than the foreign players. It also indicates the cash surpluses accumulated by companies in an economy consistently growing at 8 per cent. Indian businesses have emerged from fairly retrogressive economic conditions to embrace the global markets so much so that our business section calls these Indians the Raiders of the Lost Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open economy of the past 15 years has forced Indian companies to become globally competitive. They have realised there is no reason why they should confine themselves to the domestic market. For many, the only way to go is global. The smartest of firms know that building assets in India takes far too long and comes with too many strings attached and therefore have begun to shop abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of the Indian software companies’ overseas thrust is well documented but the international forays of companies in the manufacturing sector are relatively new. The audacity and aggression is truly breathtaking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bharat&lt;/span&gt; Forge is the second largest forging company in the world; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ranbaxy&lt;/span&gt; is among the top eight generic drug manufacturers in the world. Asian Paints is one of the top five paint companies in the world. M&amp;amp;M is emerging as one of the world’s largest farm equipment companies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-875686205662556385?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/875686205662556385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=875686205662556385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/875686205662556385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/875686205662556385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/global-champs.html' title='GLOBAL CHAMPS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-860338200097881720</id><published>2007-09-18T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:40:39.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN FASHION INDUSTRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, India is in vogue again as a result of the work of many talented people in the fashion industry.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike before, the Indian motif is one of luxury and confidence. Designers in the West are using it to make a statement- whether it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cavalli&lt;/span&gt; who put Goddesses on bikinis or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt; whose latest collection uses the peacock feather. The transformation that has already taken place in other sectors like business and economy is now finding expression in fashion in a significant way. It is a reflection of India’s larger engagement with the world.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the arc lights of the recent India Fashion Week, real business was being conducted. Buyers from major western retail chains came looking for genuine local talent. Be it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selfridges&lt;/span&gt;, Harrods or Browns, mainstream stores in the West now retail the collections of some of our best designers. More than a generic Indian “look”, the label of the Indian designer is also being sought after.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-860338200097881720?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/860338200097881720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=860338200097881720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/860338200097881720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/860338200097881720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/indian-fashion-industry.html' title='INDIAN FASHION INDUSTRY'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4817799582588552196</id><published>2007-09-14T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:13:46.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CRICKET MONEY WINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RupzzUyYuoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eJ_k5nq7sow/s1600-h/cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110024052795816578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RupzzUyYuoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eJ_k5nq7sow/s200/cr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s said only films and cricket unite India. In terms of pan-Indian recognition and affection, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; stands second to the country’s national obsession, cricket. Cricket cuts through barriers of region and language that this cultural behemoth can’t scale. It’s why in a recent survey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sachin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tendulkar&lt;/span&gt; scored over Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rukh&lt;/span&gt; Khan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amitabh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bachchan&lt;/span&gt; both on visibility and a “quality” index that ranked celebrities for reflecting virtues like trustworthiness and honesty. India is probably the only country where cricket is played on every street corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popularity of the sport in India has translated into the fact that the business of international cricket is dependent on Indian Cricket. Some estimates reckon Indian cricket economy to be worth Rs 1,000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crore&lt;/span&gt; a year, driving between 60 and 70 per cent of the world’s cricket business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket’s boom in the 1990s was closely linked to commerce. It is now a child of satellite television and free market, not only a popular and profitable sport but a brand; a financial force that supports an entire industry made up of players, officials, sponsors, television executives, event promoters, agent and finally the consumer, who can’t get enough of this product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4817799582588552196?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4817799582588552196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4817799582588552196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4817799582588552196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4817799582588552196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/cricket-money-wins.html' title='CRICKET MONEY WINS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RupzzUyYuoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eJ_k5nq7sow/s72-c/cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-1356249410161439797</id><published>2007-09-14T17:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:11:17.712+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE SONIA FACTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RupzP0yYunI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9yFx5fn9oP4/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110023442910460530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RupzP0yYunI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9yFx5fn9oP4/s200/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Gandhi has always been a mystery and somewhat of an oddity in Indian politics.&lt;br /&gt;Until her husband died, she was just an Italian-born housewife who had a well-known loathing for Indian politics and politicians. She was thrust into the Congress presidency after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sitaram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kesri&lt;/span&gt; retired in 1998. Her first steps in politics were unsure. Uncomfortable speaking in public, she marked her first major moment in national politics-staking her party’s claim to form the government in 1999-with a blunder and the immortal words, “We have 272 and we hope to get more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, it seems Sonia walks on firmer ground and is a more self-assured political personality. There has been a perceptible change in her demeanor and in the way she is regarded by her party men. When she took over the Congress, her party was ruling in only three states. Today, it is a cohesive force controlling Central government and 10+ state governments. She is the supreme leader of the Congress and no one dare contradict her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in total contrast to the ruling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BJP&lt;/span&gt; which seems in disarray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia’s emerging confidence has an uncanny parallel with her mother-in-law Indira Gandhi-she too was expected to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goongi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gudiya&lt;/span&gt; (dumb doll).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-1356249410161439797?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1356249410161439797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=1356249410161439797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1356249410161439797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1356249410161439797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/sonia-factor.html' title='THE SONIA FACTOR'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RupzP0yYunI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9yFx5fn9oP4/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-3767252688773692289</id><published>2007-09-13T11:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:42:14.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH POWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RujUlEyYumI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UyR41ROJMu8/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109567510657153634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RujUlEyYumI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UyR41ROJMu8/s200/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a country and a culture where inordinate respect is given to the elderly, the Indian youth have largely been sidelined. Led by our political class, we have been governed and influenced by an army of greybeards. Consider this, of the 543 elected members in the current Lok Sabha, barely 12 were born after 1970. Politics, unfortunately, does not reflect the reality on the ground. Demographics and economic opportunities have combined to dramatically change India’s social equations. The figures tell the story. The number of Indians below the age of 15 is currently 336 million; another 121 million are between the ages of 15 and 19 and those in the age group of 20-34 add up to 271 million. In short, the number of Indians below the age of 34 is an unprecedented 728 million, almost 70 percent of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in our history have the youth constituted such a large and powerful demographic entity. It can be accurately said that in their hands lies the future of India. In the context, what is the future they see for themselves and for the country as a whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often said that youth is wasted on the young. But a survey shows quite the country. The youth are a unique hybrid of global attitudes but quintessentially Indian in almost everything else. Culturally, they reveal a surprisingly strong core of conservatism, quite contrary to the images we see in our films, TV and music videos. They convey a powerful sense of India and aggressive nationalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overriding message: it is cool to be a conformist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-3767252688773692289?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3767252688773692289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=3767252688773692289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3767252688773692289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3767252688773692289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/youth-power.html' title='YOUTH POWER'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RujUlEyYumI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UyR41ROJMu8/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-3540451733138583578</id><published>2007-09-13T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:36:30.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP DEFICIENCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To sleep, perchance to dream.” That most famous of Shakespearean quotations is becoming increasingly irrelevant in today’s age. The truth is modern 24*7 lifestyles and pressures of work mean we are sleeping less than ever before. Without us quite realizing it, Indians have undergone some dramatic changes in their sleep patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is the only natural elixir that repairs the body. But in today’s fast-paced world, sleep is the one aspect that is compromised the most. At work, the manic race against time means we are working longer hours. At home, our lives are no less hectic. The incessant ringing of mobile phones, the clamor of multiple TV sets, late night are all par for the course in average urban households. Sleep and upward mobility make for incompatible bedfellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical studies have established the benefits of sleep: it improves memory, thoughts and concentration. Getting too little sleep accumulates what is called “sleep debt”. Eventually, the body will demand payment. A sleep-deriving schedule means our judgment; reaction time and other functions are impaired. Research shows that those who have accumulated a large amount of sleep debt function at only 80 per cent of their capability. Constant sleep deprivation also weakens the immune system and has linkages with heart disease, apart from cardio-respiratory problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are behavioral consequences, making people irritable, prone to had dictions-making ad memory loss. In a recent survey, 25 per cent of couples reported that their sexual relationship suffered because they were just too tired. Burning the candle at both ends has created so much sleep deprivation that what is abnormal is now the norm. Reason enough for those on the fast track to wake up to the other side of midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s lifestyles condition people to do with very little sleep. They don’t realize the damage it does to their health. It’s like being overdrawn at the bank. The interest piles up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-3540451733138583578?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3540451733138583578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=3540451733138583578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3540451733138583578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3540451733138583578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/sleep-deficiency.html' title='SLEEP DEFICIENCY'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6099656318937875191</id><published>2007-09-12T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:16:51.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RufRcEoyLDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dhmdjzcxwGs/s1600-h/911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109282582486461490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RufRcEoyLDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dhmdjzcxwGs/s200/911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/11 is not just another date and Nine Eleven are not merely numbers. They have become shorthand for a series of cataclysmic events that took place in the US but whose after-effects continue to reverberate in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has brought the Americans to our doorstep and changed the way the US sees the world;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for India, it has put the fight against terrorism on top of the world agenda and also put our not-so-friendly neighbourhood General in a tight spot. It has changed air travel all over the world and made everyone feel vulnerable. Above all, it has changed the way we view the future. Above all, it has changed the way we view the future. It is for all these reasons and more why the anniversary of September 11 matters to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some momentous events in history that continue to shape the future long after they take place. In that sense September 11 is history still in the making.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6099656318937875191?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6099656318937875191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6099656318937875191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6099656318937875191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6099656318937875191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RufRcEoyLDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dhmdjzcxwGs/s72-c/911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-3823714839278147768</id><published>2007-09-07T18:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:20:15.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE RETURN OF TERRORISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RuFW8i9WMHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-xe8KTXCxRA/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107459050591105138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RuFW8i9WMHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-xe8KTXCxRA/s200/t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as being prepared for or getting used to terrorism, India has lived with the scourge longer than most democracies, but every attack is like the first. The shock and grief over the loss of innocent lives and the devastation it visits upon the families are always deeply felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serial blasts in Hyderabad, in which more than 40 people killed, caused damage not just to life and property but also to public sentiment. With Rakhsabandan, the markets were bound to be soft targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we are dealing with a different kind of beast. Even though its roots and concerns are regional or national, terrorism is a global industry. India’s problem might be Kashmir-centric terrorism, but terrorists could come from anywhere, choose any target and strike at any time. The means available for spreading terror are difficult to detect, more sophisticated and for more lethal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have to learn to live with terrorism; the terrorists may eventually learn that while they can take human lives, the human spirit is not as easily destructible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-3823714839278147768?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/3823714839278147768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=3823714839278147768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3823714839278147768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/3823714839278147768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/09/return-of-terrorism.html' title='THE RETURN OF TERRORISM'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RuFW8i9WMHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-xe8KTXCxRA/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-558505394948983606</id><published>2007-08-23T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:09:11.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RULLING THE SKIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rs2Nti9WMGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lRcI-bQFDv4/s1600-h/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101889766498381922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rs2Nti9WMGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lRcI-bQFDv4/s200/dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any one defining symbol that shows India is on the move, it is in the aviation sector. After decades of socialist pampering where national carriers enjoyed a monopoly, the current scenario is a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, millions of Indians can pick their flight, time of departure, even the choice of fares. Competition, thanks to the entry of private operators, has been a huge bonus for those traveling on business or pleasure. The advent of budget carries has brought air travel within the grasp of the middle class. Tickets on low –coast carries or the range of special fares offered by major players are almost at par with upper-class rail fares. With more private airlines waiting to launch, flights could become even cheaper. The aviation boom is supersonic. Domestic airlines sold 16 million seats last year and are operating 6oo flights a day. Air traffic is growing at 20 percent annually and is set to grow even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is great news for the sector and consumers but as always, there is a downside, Poor planning and short-sightedness have ensured that infrastructure has not kept pace with growth. Most Indian airports are not equipped to handle the expansion. Singapore’s Changi airport handles 3,200 flights a day compared to 600 across India. The turn-around time at Indian airports is 1.4 hours as opposed to international average of 0.75 hours. The entry of new airlines has led to a critical shortage of pilots, engineers and parking slot while there are other infrastructural bottlenecks urgently in need of long –term solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, the current aviation minister, a businessman himself, is aware of the handicaps and plans are in place to upgrade facilities and airport services. Right now, however, India’s aviation boom is definitely a boon.&lt;br /&gt;Indians are enjoying the triple treat of affordability, availability and connectivity. Despite the hurdles, the aviation sector, like IT and telecom is poised to change the face of India. A better connected and more mobile one means a healthier economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-558505394948983606?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/558505394948983606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=558505394948983606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/558505394948983606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/558505394948983606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/08/rulling-skies.html' title='RULLING THE SKIES'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rs2Nti9WMGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lRcI-bQFDv4/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-405020993170258539</id><published>2007-07-11T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:01:31.044+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GENERATION ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RpS8YaP5lhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ty1sf-L3BLY/s1600-h/youth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085897006757025298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RpS8YaP5lhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ty1sf-L3BLY/s200/youth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are 250 million young people in India between the age of 18 and 35. Never before has India been a country of so many choices. Whether it is vocation or education, leisure or lifestyle, today's young Indians can go anywhere and become anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This growing and very visible demographic profile also contributes to the buoyancy of the economy and the general sense of feel-good we find around us. But India is not a homogenous whole and a decade ago, there were many Indians to contend with- urban,rural, small town, big city, metropolis and boondocks. But thanks to the expansion of mass media, those differences have got blurred. Not in real terms like opportunities or infrastructure but certainly in ideas and aspirations. Every young Indian, whether in Jamshedpur or Jammu, with access to TV and the Internet, believes he or she is an equal stakeholder in the prosperity that the country seems to promise today. when they travel to big cities to fulfill their dreams, they travel with more confidence and less trepidation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-405020993170258539?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/405020993170258539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=405020993170258539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/405020993170258539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/405020993170258539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/07/generation-me.html' title='GENERATION ME'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RpS8YaP5lhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ty1sf-L3BLY/s72-c/youth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-5298714798778173717</id><published>2007-06-18T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:04:48.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOT JOBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RnZ1w7FcvVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RPlgWsWQsWo/s1600-h/H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077375113261530450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RnZ1w7FcvVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RPlgWsWQsWo/s200/H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not an economist. But I don't have to be one to know to be one to know that there is something horribly skewed with the Indian economy. About 60 percent of the country's labour force works in agriculture to produce just 21 percent of national income- GDP. Conversely, survives sector that generates over 50 per cent of the GDP employs only 27 percent of working Indians. The missing link that I am hinting at is the industry. Unlike the services sector, industry can create jobs of the kind that can absorb unemployed and underemployed from agriculture. Industry today has only 17 percent of the labour force on its rolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;India is either rewriting the laws of economic growth - that say an economy transits from an agricultural one to being industrial before becoming services-driven-or it is doing something fundamentally wrong. In China, 70 per cent of the workforce is employed in agriculture and only 30 per cent is with industry and services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's tragic because it's India, and not china, which claims to be an emerging knowledge superpower. In a knowledge economy, it's the people and the people's skills, what experts call employability, that determine success. For companies in such an economy, their talent pool becomes the most valuable asset, more valuable than capital, land or machines. We all knew India has the world's largest pool of 'skilled' manpower.Ironically we were wrong. It took two years of sustained job growth to blow this myth. India's workforce is large but not skilled. In a McKinsey surveys, 81 per cent of the executives polled said the biggest challenge to growth was not infrastructure or poor governance but scarcity of talent. That's a dubious distinction for the world's second most populous and the youngest country. Obviously, we desperately need to fix our education system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's bad news for companies and the country. But for today's job seekers it's the most heartening news. Today companies using innovative ways to overcome the shortage of skills and going beyond the metros to hunt for talent. I always felt much of India's economic progress has been despite the government. It seems much of employment growth will also take place without any significant help from the government. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-5298714798778173717?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5298714798778173717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=5298714798778173717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5298714798778173717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5298714798778173717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/06/hot-jobs.html' title='HOT JOBS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RnZ1w7FcvVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RPlgWsWQsWo/s72-c/H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-2720340981381654296</id><published>2007-05-07T17:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:01:26.751+05:30</updated><title type='text'>UNLIKELY BEGGAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He looked like a beggar. When he stretched out his hand to me, the melancholic look he gave me melted my heart. I fished in my pocket and came up with a five-rupee coin which I promptly handed over. Happy that I had done my good deed for the day, I went to the bus stop to wait for the bus that would take me home. Suddenly, a sleek limousine drew up and came to a halt near the guy who had just been the recipient of my munificence. A driver leapt out of the vehicle and saluted the beggar who, looking around surreptitiously to see whether anyone was watching him, rushed into the vehicle. I stood flummoxed wondering whether the per capita income of beggars in the country had risen so sharply that they could afford chauffeur-driven cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had caught sight of the chauffeur before the car sped off and he turned out to be an old buddy of mine. It was he who let the cat out of the bag. "That was indeed my boss you saw the other day in the guise of a beggar", he began. "My boss is a millionaire but his father had lived and died a beggar. The boss had longed to give a better deal to his father but the old bloke died before our man could make his money. So, as a mark of respect to his father and his profession, our friend goes out begging every second Wednesday. Usually he manages to escape detection. But I would like to sound a warning to you. If you value your well being just keep this to yourself and if at all you see him again and it is most likely that you will, drop a coin on his plate and be done with it. My boss is like &lt;em&gt;Mogambo&lt;/em&gt; in real life." A shiver ran down my spine. These days when I spot a beggar and that too a beggar who can be a chooser like the one above, I take to my heels without a second thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-2720340981381654296?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2720340981381654296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=2720340981381654296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2720340981381654296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2720340981381654296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/05/unlikely-beggar.html' title='UNLIKELY BEGGAR'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-815710434806578482</id><published>2007-05-06T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:36:49.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BEASTLY TALES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Works of painter Nonja are a rage in Viennese art circles today. This is despite the fact that her boyfriend, Vladimir, eats her paintings if he is not locked away in his cage. By the way, Nonja is an orangutan in the Schoenbrunn zoo. She inherited her paints from Johnny the chimpanzee. Let's hold our horses for a moment. When did art venture out of the domain of humans into the paws of animals? For all we know, dinosaurs sketched in the sand, but animal art has certainly come of age now that Leonardo DiCaprio has bought the work of a Thai elephant for $2,ooo. In fact, there are several academies in Thailand that teach elephants to paint. The big name amongst these talented trunks is Ramona, whose works sell for an easy $200. The San Franciscan gorillas, Koko and Michael, use painting as an emotional outlet. They splash red paint when asked in sign language to express anger. Michael's even created a black and white mosaic to portray Apple his pet dog. Usually, however, paintings by animals are abstract expressionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is there nothing to distinguish Jackson Pollock from mere brutes anymore? The Greeks believed the ability to reason held humans above other species, but chimpanzees solve puzzles with great ease these days. The gift of language is not unique to humans either. Michael may not have the biological equipment to talk but he can certainly communicate through sings. Even creativity is not an exclusive homo sapien prerogative. We knew that when porpoises started improvising with cartwheels and backflips to impress observers. Asian elephants play harmonicas, xylophones and drums. Their music, though considered soothing, does not compare to that of the blue-throated hummingbird. This creature practises its music and develops complex songs. We may have to swallow our arrogance. Nothing differentiates us from animals and we don't even have their impeccable taste and sophistication. Why else would dairy cows in Georgia produce 1,000 pounds more milk while listening to classical music than to rock? Is it time to accept animal connoisseurs too? All I know is that my cocker spaniel is indifferent to Neil Diamond but lies down under my piano and sighs with satisfaction every time I play Mozart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-815710434806578482?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/815710434806578482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=815710434806578482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/815710434806578482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/815710434806578482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/05/beastly-tales.html' title='BEASTLY TALES'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-8909585330416460708</id><published>2007-05-03T18:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:35:15.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'>POTTER PILGRIMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RjnjRsImSCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uaGDvq9ES0s/s1600-h/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060325549371967522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RjnjRsImSCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uaGDvq9ES0s/s200/harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pope Benedict XVI has made it quite clear to the Christian world that the Vatican does not approve of Harry Potter. In March 2003, he wrote a letter to Gabriele Kuby, a German critic, where he expressed concern about the 'subtle seductions' caused by the book, which distort Christianity in the soul before it can grow properly. One of the many reactions to the boy wizard, the fear that these books corrupt children, was born almost at the same time as Pottermania. Unlike previous fantasy literature, like that of J R R Tolkein and C S Lewis, the Potter books are accused of not presenting the ideal of good versus evil. instead, they make statements like 'death is but the next great adventure', which alarm pious souls as a certain call to Satanism. The books make occult practises seem attractive and fun. Does this mean that Rowling's novels are actually cleverly packaged enticements to the Antichrist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Divisions have arisen within the Church at several points in history. after all, protestantism was born when Martin Luther led a group of dissenters to a new church, an alternative to Catholicism. If a deacon of the Presbyterian Church can teach a 'Gospel according to Star Wars', why not institute a Church of Harry Potter? The number of followers will be astounding. A quick look at the sales figures of these books will confirm this. The  boy wizard is a hero, fighting the forces of evil for the salvation of his fellow-people. And the potter books do play out a battle between good and evil; Harry, under the guidance of Albus Dumbledore, the lead 'good guy', versus Voldemort, the personification of all evil. Voldemort may have told Harry that there is no such thing as good and evil, that there is only power, but Harry rejects this idea. Where is the relativistic morality? He may break school rules or defy authority, but this makes him a realistic hero. If, according to some, the all-too-human wizard is a threat to their God, they should accept this Potterite Church, which gives its people not only a philosophy but also a whole new world to believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-8909585330416460708?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8909585330416460708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=8909585330416460708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/8909585330416460708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/8909585330416460708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/05/potter-pilgrims.html' title='POTTER PILGRIMS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RjnjRsImSCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uaGDvq9ES0s/s72-c/harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-1643692392102227453</id><published>2007-05-01T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:15:18.605+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IN TUNE: SEVENTH TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RjcyEMImSBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l70B1AvJZEs/s1600-h/azi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059567753932195858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RjcyEMImSBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l70B1AvJZEs/s200/azi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was in college when I heard Aziza Mustafa Zadeh's album Seventh Truth. An introspective track, which swings between being fiercely emotional, joyful and sad, it touched me immensely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was the charming &lt;em&gt;Ay dilber, &lt;/em&gt;the subdued I am sad, Wild Beauty, etc. But the song that affected me the most was Fly with me. This beautiful singer from Azerbaijan(once part of the USSR) sang the English and Azeri lyrics about the adventure to free one's spirits, to the sound of the western classical piano, supported by percussion and the sound of drums. All incorporated to the strains of traditional Arabic melody! There was no boundary to her style, but a beautiful fusion of diverse lyrics, vocals and instruments. It was the most melodious attempt at bridging the gap between world music. I went into raptures every time I heard it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not only was the song pleasing to the ears, it made me open-minded about various forms of music. It also taught me not to be limited by favourites and to keep an open mind and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-1643692392102227453?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1643692392102227453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=1643692392102227453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1643692392102227453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1643692392102227453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-tune-seventh-truth.html' title='IN TUNE: SEVENTH TRUTH'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RjcyEMImSBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l70B1AvJZEs/s72-c/azi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6976817404628325170</id><published>2007-04-29T11:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T11:53:23.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is not everyday that one hears about someone marring himself in a wedding ceremony. But Kevin Nadal, a New Yorker, did just last year. He invited 32 of his close friends and got married to himself in a loft (which incidentally has been used as the location for one of the characters apartment in the well-known TV series, Sex and the City). What was Nadal thinking when he decided to publicly marry himself? The point the 27-year-old was trying to make is simple. He has been quoted as saying,"We always celebrate married life, why not single life? Single people are marginalised in our culture. People think you don't have the commitment to be in a relationship or you're too picky. Women have it tough. Heterosexual men, they get a free pass and are congratulated for being a 'player'. But for gay men and single women, there's a stigma because we don't have a partner." Singles across the world would agree wholeheartedly with Nadal. Infact, the success of Bridget Jones's Diary and its sequel and the spawning of the entire chick-lit genre in publishing comes from the fact that this "marginalised" section of modern society had found a 'voice'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In a country like India, where getting married is de rigeur irrespective of gender, class, caste or religion, being single is considered to be a deadly malady, not to be contracted at any cost. Maybe a couple of Nadal-style weddings in India could help change a bit of that outdated mindset. After all we as a country have worshipped &lt;em&gt;Ardhnarishwar&lt;/em&gt;, the half-man, half-woman avatar of Shiva for centuries now. There are other hidden and not so hidden benefits of this catching on as a trend. Apart from highlighting how singletons are being ignored as 'non-people' by the 'smug-marrieds', marrying oneself may solve a number of other issues like divorce, prewedding jitters, cheating spouses, interfering in-laws, dowry, forgotten birth and wedding anniversaries and such like. The world will also be able to get rid of complaining and nagging spouses forever, which can only be a good thing. Next time you are insensitive or boorish as spouses can often be to each other, remember that you will only have yourself to blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6976817404628325170?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6976817404628325170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6976817404628325170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6976817404628325170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6976817404628325170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/power-of-one.html' title='THE POWER OF ONE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-2891769055296262999</id><published>2007-04-27T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:25:26.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>COLOUR MY WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spiderman needn't worry about birthday presents. His lifelong costume, comprising blue tights and a torsohugging blue and red jumper, could have betrayed his birth date to excited fans the world over. The only hitch is that these may be his favourite colours, but they aren't his birth colour. A wardrobe overhaul with a generous splash of the right colour may shield villains from getting too close to his skin. This time it's chic colour therapists to the rescue. The procedure is based on  a combination of star signs, numerological vibrations of one's birth date and earth or element signs, an ingenious method that takes forward the quest for the ideal personality and inclinations. A birth colour is a personal colour, corresponding to the real you, to recognise, celebrate and honour the same. Everyone's been taught to recognise colours, but the knowledge of a particularly favourable colour needs tweaking. Along with reading toes, knuckles, thumbs, wearing coloured stones and armlets, this method seems equally scientific. When you're blue, don't you need a fiery orange to charge up or a peachy pink to soothe those nerves?Colour is vital to moods. Only now, you may have to suffice with revolting baked clay. The Green Goblin, Spiderman's arch enemy, has an underhand agreement with colour therapists. His colour corresponds to personality traits that are unassertive, prosperous and kind. Didn't he almost kill Spidey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Broadly, everyone born on the same day shares  a birth colour. I share my birthday with Sonu Nigam. Our birth colour is canyon rose. He is sexy, musical and grand, bang on target as per the description. I quit singing class after two months when I heard my voice filling the room. Birth colour indicates where there may be imbalances of colour, which point to a potential problem; whether emotional, physical, mental or spiritual and even personality issues, which need to be addressed. So whatever is missing from one's personality and lifestyle can be filled by the description in one's birth colour chart. Is it, therefore, time to give Spidey some new spicy orange tights? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-2891769055296262999?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2891769055296262999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=2891769055296262999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2891769055296262999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2891769055296262999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/colour-my-world.html' title='COLOUR MY WORLD'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-7288260517224410060</id><published>2007-04-25T10:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:32:07.752+05:30</updated><title type='text'>VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Space probes Voyager 1 and 2 which were launched in 1977 to study the four giant outer planets during a five-year-long mission were not only spectacularly successful in their undertaking but are still functioning perfectly well in what is their 30th continuous year in space. Between them they've studied Jupiter's Great Red Spot and its many moons, returned photographs and information about Saturn's rings and provided the first close-up look at Uranus and Neptune. Subsequently, both probes managed to cross the orbit of the outermost planet Pluto and Voyager 1 has now reached the final frontier of our solar system after having traversed through a region known as termination shock, some 14 billion kilometres from the sun. Outside it lies the vastness of interstellar space. Once the spacecraft crosses this boundary, it will truly have gone where no spacecraft has gone before and its faint signals travelling even at the speed of light will take more than 11 hours to reach earth. Scientists say both Voyagers are capable of returning scientific data from a full range of instruments, with adequate electrical power and attitude control propellant to keep operating until 2020. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, of course, Voyager 1, followed by Voyager 2 a little later, will become more of drifter cruising through the emptiness of the space between the stars which is much vaster in scale than that found between the planets of our solar system. For instance, according to some calculations it could be 40,ooo years before either of them comes anywhere near another star's planetary system again. Their drifting, however, will not be altogether purposeless, for wherever they go, each of the Voyagers carries a golden phonograph record bearing messages from earth which include natural sounds of surf, wind, thunder and animals. There are also musical selections, spoken greetings in 55 languages, along with instructions and equipment on how to play the record. Interestingly, the probes also carry a kind of galactic route map describing their point of origin in the Milky Way galaxy. If these ever fall into intelligent alien hands and are deciphered by sentient entities it would mean they would know where to find us. Is that a good thing? Depends entirely on ET's intentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-7288260517224410060?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7288260517224410060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=7288260517224410060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7288260517224410060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7288260517224410060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/voyage-of-discovery.html' title='VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-1813795162740790831</id><published>2007-04-22T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:28:30.179+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE TICKET: MUSSOORIE MUSINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rir43f7t3WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GMQH_eMBTkI/s1600-h/mus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056127164025265506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rir43f7t3WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GMQH_eMBTkI/s200/mus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are two Mussoories. One is the quickie Mussoorie, with the the usual suspects-the Mall, Gun Hill, the mandatory trolley ride in the cable car, the overcrowded and overrated Kempty Falls.... I take the road less travelled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My first stop at the end of the picturesque climb from Dehradun is the Surya Hotel in Mussoorie. A 10-minute drive from the Mall, it nevertheless seems a world away, affording spectacular views in Landour and of the Mall. The sunset point is ideal for romance. At Captain Young's bar, named after town's founder, regulars include Tom Alter and Ruskin Bond. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Settled in, i decide to give Kempty Falls a miss, and drive instead to the quaintly-named Jharipani Falls. The denselywooded path the leads to the falls makes for an easy 1.8 km trek. Only bird calls break the soothing sounds of silence, till you hear the roar of the water. The best time to trek is morning to noon; this is leopard country after dusk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the late afternoon sun, i drove down a gravel road to Everest House, home of Sir George Everest, the first surveyor general of India, after whom the mountain is named. Although the house has been in ruins for many a year, it was here that great mountains like the Everest and rivers like the Brahmaputra were mapped out for the world. On the way to Everest House, i stop at what the locals call a wishing well, frequented by local newlyweds and politicians.I too, toss in a couple of coins and advance a wish list of my own. The well's location, amidst teak and deodar trees, makes it a must-visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As evening falls, i decide to make a concession to the mundane and stroll down to the Mall. What the Mall in Mussoorie lacks in style as compared with say, the Shimla Mall, it more than makes up for in simplicity. piping hot coffee is available at the Garhwal Terrace Restaurant, which offers a great view of the pine forests and hills. If you must shop, the Tibetan Bazaar offers smuggled goods, perfumes and clothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One Day Two, i visit picturesque, quiet Landour, the first residence in Mussoorie of the East India Company when Captain Young set it up in the early 1830s. A half-hour taxi ride (at Rs 100) takes you deep into the deodars. Ruskin Bond has penned many a story against this background. A 30-minute walk to Lal Tibba affords you a great view of the snowcapped Trishul range of the Himalayas on a clear day. Deodar Woods, a 75-year-old English cottage, is a great vantage point for the snow peaks and boasts an incredible bakery, where the pizza chef Raju is known all over Mussoorie for his cheese sausage pizzas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then on to Mussoorie's most exquisite destination-Clouds End. A little lower than Landour, and built in 1838, clouds End is one of Mussoorie's four original buildings which is still standing. The wooden main hall is imposing and has some of the oldest photographs of the Mall and surroundings areas, the establishment also boasts trophy heads of local game and an 80-year-old tiger skin inside. Clouds End is located on a hill top and offers a great bonus for visitor-Echo Point-in its compound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-1813795162740790831?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1813795162740790831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=1813795162740790831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1813795162740790831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1813795162740790831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/ticket-mussoorie-musings.html' title='THE TICKET: MUSSOORIE MUSINGS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rir43f7t3WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GMQH_eMBTkI/s72-c/mus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4871070351875966999</id><published>2007-04-20T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:41:30.957+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AUNTY INTERRUPTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were all having tea when Myra came up with the idea of going for a movie. "Today! But....It's Valentine's Day", I said. "What is the problem in going for movie today?"asked Myra. Tina, who was a quiet spectator to this debate, replied sternly, "You boys are useless. When we girls don't have a problem, why the hell are you scared". "But, it's risky today. No matter what it may be, a boy and a girl together are branded as a couple", replied Anil. "Forget it, if they don't want to come it's their wish",replied a dejected Tina. Her words made us change our minds. We reached the theatre just in time. Myra and I sat in one row while Anil and Tina were in the row behind us. As we surveyed the hall, Myra whispered to me, "My aunt is sitting in the row behind us". This was the only aunt to her's we knew well. She was nicknamed &lt;em&gt;Khadoos &lt;/em&gt;by Tina as we found her to be orthodox and narrow-minded. Girls talking to boys or befriending them was a big no-no for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I strained my neck slowly to get a glimpse of the aunt but couldn't. I grabbed a tissue from Myra and scribbled on it that Myra's &lt;em&gt;Khadoos &lt;/em&gt;aunt was sitting in the same row as them and passed it to Anil and Tina. "A Valentine Day's experience" was Anil's reply. During the course of the movie I had a good look at the aunt. Myra sat comfortably in the confines of the dark hall but was swift to lean forward whenever the screen brightened. During intermission, we had to sit stiffly like statues with our palms partially covering our faces. Anil tapped Myra on her shoulder. He was offering us popcorn. I said in a stern whisper,"Can't you sit quietly? If I turn around aunty will see us". "You can turn. It's aunty who has sponsored the popcorn. The ice-cream is on its way". We turned around in tandem and saw Myra's &lt;em&gt;khadoos &lt;/em&gt;aunt waving at us with a bright smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4871070351875966999?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4871070351875966999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4871070351875966999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4871070351875966999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4871070351875966999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/aunty-interrupted.html' title='AUNTY INTERRUPTED'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-2251389399865483051</id><published>2007-04-19T11:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:46:28.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NET DEFICITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Internet no doubt challenges ignorance, but it is also a purvey0r of false information. It is decentralised and anarchic, since nobody controls or owns it. To borrow a phrase from al Biruni, it is a mixture of pearls, pebbles and dung. Yet, many people utterly believe what is posted on the Net. Newspapers tap the Net for background information. Hence, noted astronomer-mathematician Brahmagupta is placed in 628 BCE instead of CE 628. The Jantar Mantar observatory is said to have been employed for predicting eclipses. Not true. Predictions require mathematics not instruments. A newspaper described Aryabhata as "a scholar at the Nalanda university" and credited him with authoring the so-called "heliocentric theory of gravitation". We know very little about ancient astronomers, our only source being stray comments in tersely worded scientific shlokas by them or in those of their commentators. Some speculate that Aryabhata was head of Nalanda university. Even if this were true, it does not necessarily mean that he was a student there. A website even displays a picture of Aryabhata standing in front of his university! As for the heliocentric theory, this is illiteracy of the highest order. A mathematical theory is constructed so that it can have wide application. It can't be centred on the sun or anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Internet has 11,800 entries on Aryabhata. How does one decide which ones to reject? The Net also throws up problems of rigour. M.K. Gandhi is widely quoted as saying the earth has enough for everyone's need but not greed. Many versions of this statement are doing the rounds. Which are correct? Some Hindus in North America were the first Indians to use the Net. They have constructed an Indian past that would help them cope with their real or imagined problems in an alien setting. With dependence on the Net as a primary source of information growing, it is necessary to create an authentic web resource from an Indian perspective. Indian newspapers should form a consortium to set up an online Indipaedia or encyclopaedia Inica. A committed band of editors and contributors should prepare entries. This might seem like an ambitious and lone-drawn affair but may be worth the effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-2251389399865483051?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2251389399865483051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=2251389399865483051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2251389399865483051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2251389399865483051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/net-deficits.html' title='NET DEFICITS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-690895429089535595</id><published>2007-04-18T15:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:23:43.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>STAYING ALIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They say with advancement and development in society, life expectancy is getting longer. Even so, in this day and age it is rare to come across a centenarian, and rarer still is a super-centenarian who has crossed 110. Unlike the time when my elder brother grew up, there were many among them Garhwali who could then boast of more than one member in the family who had crossed a hundred. Documented in history are around 800 super-centenarians, doubtless a fraction of the number who have really lived, but the majority of claims to this age do not normally have sufficient documentary support to be regarded as valid. Three different types of documentation are used to verify age-birth or baptismal certificate, marriage certificate and census data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there may have been many more who lived beyond, it is widely believed that Jeanne-Louise Calment was the oldest human being having lived till the age of 122 years and 164 days and died in 1997. The oldest living man recognised by the Guinness Book is Shigechiyo Izumi who lived between 1865 to 1986. And the oldest human alive today is Hendrikie Van Andel of Netherlands who was born on June 29, 1890. A social visit to Sterling, Scotland for my friend Peter has assumed special significance on learning that his great-grand-aunt Lucy D' Abreu lives there. She just happens to be the oldest living human being today in the UK, who turned 113 on May 24. Of ethnic Indian origin and a Dehradun born in India in 1892, I know of her in the family as the widow of Abundius. And Peter's maternal grandmother Joyce who lives in Morpeth, Northemberland is Lucy's niece, her late mother Josephine being Lucy's first cousin. Lucy's age has been authenticated by the Guinness Book of World Records. There are only 11 other people around the world older to her, as per the records maintained by the Gerontology Group, affiliated with the UCLA School of Medicine, of the oldest people alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-690895429089535595?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/690895429089535595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=690895429089535595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/690895429089535595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/690895429089535595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/staying-alive.html' title='STAYING ALIVE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-8476405741220167919</id><published>2007-04-17T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:20:11.508+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ROAD LESS TRAVELLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine a road dedicated to walkers. Imagine no blaring horns, runaway buses or trucks, no speeding cars, no cycles even. Further imagine this avenue linked with gnarled old tamarind and neem trees and the occasional flowering gulmohar or flaming dhak. Imagine charming little giraffe and elephant faces holding aloft dustbins at every few hundred metres. Imagine gentle, soulful piped music playing from speakers along the stretch of the road- morning ragas, classical symphonies, instrumental beats. Imagine the road measured and marked for the dedicated jogger or walker to keep track of how much she has done, imagine pretty roadside shelters with benches for the tired ones to rest and chat  a bit or do a spot of pranayam. Imagine all this in the heart of Uttar Pradesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Impossible to imagine yet it exists. Lucknow, erstwhile city of &lt;em&gt;nawabs &lt;/em&gt;and now better known for its dirty politics and dead poetesses, is home to just such a road. About four or so years ago the cantonment board in Lucknow put in place this unique experiment, and each year it only grows better. A 2.5 km stretch of the Kasturba road in Lucknow Cantt is simply shut to all vehicular traffic for two-three hours every morning and evening, and reserved for the pleasure of walkers. To me, this road is poetry in concrete, an ode to the fine pursuit of walking. It is equally an ode to democracy, for walking is a form of exercise  all can avail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Waling Plaza, as the stretch is known, is a simple and great idea, and it would be simply wonderful if more cities were to emulate it. For only a fraction of the cost of creating new parks, our bustling, overcrowded cities can have green lungs for citizens to breathe fresh air in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-8476405741220167919?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/8476405741220167919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=8476405741220167919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/8476405741220167919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/8476405741220167919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/road-less-travelled.html' title='ROAD LESS TRAVELLED'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-2929348163889796344</id><published>2007-04-16T11:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:07:48.497+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INSPIRING RIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a sweltering hot day and there was not a rickshaw in sight. Then from nowhere a ricksha-puller, wearing kutra-pajama, came and asked, "Were you looking for a rickshaw?" With a definite nod I hopped on. I have become accustomed to bumpy and rash rides-a trademark of rickshaw-pullers. But this ride was turning out to be as smooth as silk. I was impressed with his skill of driving the rickshaw and could not hold back my questions: Where was he originally from? How come he pulled the rickshaw so differently from others? He told me he was from Bihar but did not answer any more questions. It was then that I noticed that the left pedal was empty and that he kept pulling the pajama up from the left side. My heart was suddenly full of gratitude for the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ask more questions. This time I got some answers. A farmer by profession, he had met with an accident in Bihar. He had been left with a stump in place of his left leg. Not wishing to be a burden on his family, he had decided to move to Dehradun along with his wife. While his wife started working as a housemaid he did not want to sit idle. He managed to convince a rickshaw owner to loan him one on a nominal monthly charge. "I wanted to learn carpentry. Until I can find a good teacher, I might as well do this", he said. "My wife is pregnant. I want to be able to earn enough for my child to study and become a responsible human being." He had an opinion on many issues including begging. He was sad that people, despite being physically fit, took to begging. "If you are willing to pull out your hand for money why not find a way to be self-reliant?" My journey was enriched with his pearls of wisdom which he shared right through the ride. He insisted on dropping me right outside my friend's house even though the last stretch was cobbled. I let him and smiled at his sense of fulfilment and achievement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-2929348163889796344?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2929348163889796344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=2929348163889796344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2929348163889796344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2929348163889796344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/inspiring-ride.html' title='INSPIRING RIDE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-2350933504618145584</id><published>2007-04-13T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:05:00.208+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BRAND BADSHAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rh8cq8SOQdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5Fu0AElik20/s1600-h/AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052788830995628498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rh8cq8SOQdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5Fu0AElik20/s200/AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First it was Chote Miyan Govinda who drew our attention to it, now it's Bade Miyan Amitabh Bachchan's turn to extol the soothing effects of Navratna hair oil. In the ad, the superstar is shown in various situations of stress from his famous films all of which we are told can be banished by the wonder oil. This is but one of the megastar's endorsements. Amitabh's track record gives an altogether new meaning to multitasking. Witness the ease with which he sells a plethora of brands and convincingly at that. If electronics is your passion, buy BPL,says Amitabh, and never be caught in anything less than Reid &amp;amp;Taylor suits. The famous Amitabh autograph is always signed using Parker pens, he moves around in a Maruti Versa derives his boundless energy from Dabur Chyavanprash, would live in a Sahara city home if he didn't have to be located in the heart of Mumbai to fulfill his shooting and endorsement commitments. Among them are Emami Boroplus, Hajomla digestives, Nerolac paint and Tide detergent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be fair to him, Amitabh does his share for the greater public good, pitching in for Pulse Polio, Unicef and people for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. Is the Badshah of Brands stretching himself too thin? Sure, Amitabh can still draw them in. But, today he is in danger of diluting his brand equity. Amitabh has always been known for being credible and infinitely charming. Do we really want to see him prancing about peddling an unknown oil brand or do a cover-up job for chocolates which came under a cloud for possible contamination? Or a detergent a la Surf's famous Lalitaji? No, Amitabh is all about exclusivity, class and comportment. That is what he was best known for and admired all these years. Unlike other kiss-and-tell stars, he stayed away from media speculation. Whenever he did speak to the media, he rarely gave anything away. This is precisely what kept the public fascinated by his persona. He is the biggest brand Bollywood has ever produced. Don't lend it indiscriminately to the highest bidder. The &lt;em&gt;Shahenshah &lt;/em&gt;can't behave like any old Amar, Akbar or Anthony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-2350933504618145584?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2350933504618145584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=2350933504618145584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2350933504618145584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2350933504618145584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/brand-badshah.html' title='BRAND BADSHAH'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rh8cq8SOQdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5Fu0AElik20/s72-c/AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-9060999831927623638</id><published>2007-04-11T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:31:31.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PRESENT EVERYWHERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the first original Star Wars film, princess Leia famously appealed for help to Obiwan Kenobi by appearing in front of the Jedi Knight as a small, see-through projected form of her physical self. Meanwhile, elsewhere, R2D2 and Chewbacca were shown playing chess with artificially imaged pieces floating in front of them. In the last Episode III movie too, absent members take part in meetings by having their facsimiles broadcast directly among the real people in attendance, much like an enhanced version of present-day videoconferencing. Even though it's tacitly assumed all these are three-dimensional holographic representations of reality, such stuff is still way in the future- in a galaxy far, far away-because right now all we have is a method of producing a partial 3D image of an object which, in any case, needs a solid backing medium to be expressed on such as paper, plastic or metal. Producing lifelike holograms which could be free floated into mid-air to form a hovering image visible from all sides remains for the time being at least in the realm of science fiction. But perhaps not for long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A technique for projecting holographic images to make both still and moving three-dimensional displays is currently undergoing development in the United States at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory. This technique, unlike older ones based on stereoscopy, would not involve the use of polarising goggles, specialised eyewear or other visual aids. Also, unlike in holographic displays as practised until now, visibility of the image would not be restricted to a narrow range of directions;instead, it would be observable from any side. In other words, the display could be viewed as though it were an ordinary three-dimensional object. The technique has obvious potential value for the entertainment industry as in video games and home theatre, and for military uses like displaying battlefield scenes overlaid on terrain maps. It could also be used as store displays, for exhibiting rare museum artefacts and in operating theatres where a patient's vital signs could hover above the chest during open heart surgery. As for princess Leia, she could be projected straight to our living rooms in future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-9060999831927623638?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/9060999831927623638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=9060999831927623638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/9060999831927623638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/9060999831927623638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/present-everywhere.html' title='PRESENT EVERYWHERE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-7548201025891569035</id><published>2007-04-10T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:27:31.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>REALITY CHECK TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last month was truly a cracker season for the economy. Almost everyone who had something to sell had boom stories to tell. Two-wheeler makers, for instance, sold over eight lakh motorbikes with market leader Hero Honda accounting for more than half of it. Companies are reporting healthy profits for the fifth consecutive year. Exports are growing at over 20 per cent this year. The RBI expects that GDP growth would be between 7 and 7.5 per cent. What's more, the Singh parivar at the core of the country's economic management-Manmohan Singh, Montek Singh Ahluwalia and P. Chidambaram-believes that the good crop is yet to deliver dividends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Such is the force of good news that you could understandably be blown off your rational two feet and wonder if the Government matters. After all, this 20-party coalition has made more news for the wrong reasons than right ones. It is, however, critical to remember that the momentum for progress is coming from exogenous drivers like global growth and the impact of endogenous factors, including tax reforms and a huge liquidity overhang that makes borrowing affordable. Very simply, people are taking loans and buying homes, using credit to furnish their homes and borrowing money to buy cars and mobikes to get to work and back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any student of physics would tell you that momentum is mass into velocity and unless there is a next wave of reforms, the economy could well be stalled at the next traffic light-rather the next red light as they say in Delhi. Also, given the buoyant picture, this coalition's non-contractual beneficiary-the left brigade-could come up with yet another populist freebie to spend hard-earned monies on. So it is essential for those popping the bubbly lo pause before they say cheers. The pro-reforms brigade needs to seize the moment and force the issue on reforms-from opening up retail and unlocking the potential of agriculture to reforming the sinking public sector, pushing investment in infrastructure and fixing the tax-GDP ratio. Boom time optics might suggest that the Government doesn't matter but the reality is that it can definitely mar the next Holi. Unless it is forced to act on reforms. Now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-7548201025891569035?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7548201025891569035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=7548201025891569035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7548201025891569035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7548201025891569035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/reality-check-time.html' title='REALITY CHECK TIME'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-5698813980569976825</id><published>2007-04-08T12:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:53:09.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD ON OUR HANDS-II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhiUNvjelmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vJMIEAgJNtc/s1600-h/ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050949945920493154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhiUNvjelmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vJMIEAgJNtc/s200/ti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been to Sariska National Park at least couple of times but have never seen a tiger in the wild. I thought it was just my bad luck. Unfortunately, it appears that this was not the case. I read, much to my dismay, that the tigers in Sariska have actually vanished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to experts, 750 tiger skins have been seized in the past 10 years. If we assume that for every skin seized, at least one poacher got away this means India's forests have lost at least 1,500 tigers in the past decade. Even official figures reflect a drop from a peak population of 4,300 in 1989 to 3,500. Meanwhile, the demand for products made from the body parts of the tiger has only risen. The market value of a tiger is reckoned to be Rs 60 lakh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As tiger numbers have fallen elsewhere in the past 10 years, poachers have turned to India, which has the world's largest tiger population. After initial success with Project Tiger, negligence has set in. Recruitment of guards has fallen, the forest service is badly equipped, there is little political initiative and industrialisation has fragmented the buffer areas around the Zones meant for tigers. In contrast, the poacher is now better equipped and well connected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A survey reveals how one-third of the Project Tigers reserves have kept losing their tigers. In Manas National Park, for example, the numbers have fallen from 125 tigers in 1997 to 65. This brings the credibility of the annual tiger census and the efficiency of the Indian Forest Service into question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend of mine told me that no one ever forgets his first sight of a tiger in the wild. If we don't turn back the tide that threatens this magnificent animal, future generations will never even get that chance. Letting a species lapse into extinction is not just a conservationist's nightmare. It is a national shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-5698813980569976825?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5698813980569976825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=5698813980569976825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5698813980569976825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5698813980569976825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/blood-on-our-hands-ii.html' title='BLOOD ON OUR HANDS-II'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhiUNvjelmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vJMIEAgJNtc/s72-c/ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-2435910733023687859</id><published>2007-04-07T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:44:06.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'>POWER GODDESSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhcyZPjellI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tmz0NlKEhoU/s1600-h/woan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050560916372756050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhcyZPjellI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tmz0NlKEhoU/s200/woan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we find more and more women in familiar and surprising places. As heads of giant conglomerates and in police stations, in Parliament and in the trenches. By tradition and through history, Indian women were expected to fulfill roles that defined them only in relation to others-their parents, their spouse, their children. But increasingly women around us now define independent identities beyond those of daughter, mother and wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The reason they have changed is because we all have. The dynamics of economic reform begun in the last decade has transformed India and its women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The new Indian women has much to celebrate. For more than two decades, the women's movement in our country has a long and a distinguished history, bringing to national notice issues like dowry, female foeticide, infanticide and illiteracy, violence against women and gender discrimination. Not that all these ills have vanished but I believe that one of the most positive developments in the past two decades of our national life have been the growing power and status of women. I also believe that the coming decade will see an even swifter change in the role Indian women play in all spheres and this will transform the face of our country. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-2435910733023687859?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2435910733023687859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=2435910733023687859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2435910733023687859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2435910733023687859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/power-goddesss.html' title='POWER GODDESSS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhcyZPjellI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tmz0NlKEhoU/s72-c/woan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-1907405710350369776</id><published>2007-04-06T17:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:21:18.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SEX CRIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhY-v_jelkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0TILH6O_vmI/s1600-h/RA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050293026377602626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhY-v_jelkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0TILH6O_vmI/s200/RA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Health Organisation says that a woman is raped in India every 54 minutes. It is a horrifying and depressing statistic because it tells an uncomfortable truth: that no matter how we measure progress, India remains medieval in the way it treats its women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In villages, the threat of rape is a constant; the act is used to settle scores in caste and power tussles. Women have, therefore, generally felt safer in the anonymity of our towns and cities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This seems to be changing. Around &lt;em&gt;Holy &lt;/em&gt;festival, three rape cases were reported-two in the capital and other in Mumbai. If this could happen in the most cosmopolitan and westernised of Indian cities, the feudal north or the conservative south could hardly be any safer for women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They aren't. Women are increasingly vulnerable in our cities. They are being picked off the street and raped inside moving cars, assaults are more common inside campuses, date rape is on the increase and merely travelling alone leaves a woman open to risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the last decade, the growing number of women in the workforce has given them greater economic and personal freedom. With it has come greater vulnerability and greater risk. While women have adjusted to the demands of working in male spaces, the reverse adjustment has not been as smooth. Women may have changed the way they see themselves but men, it is clear, have not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today the battle being fought is against the male psyche which seeks to exercise control over women through abuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-1907405710350369776?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1907405710350369776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=1907405710350369776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1907405710350369776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1907405710350369776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/sex-crimes.html' title='SEX CRIMES'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhY-v_jelkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0TILH6O_vmI/s72-c/RA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-1765651741638853606</id><published>2007-04-05T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:04:14.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ABHISHEK BACHCHAN: Bollywood's PRINCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhSXy_jeljI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gUkqheGbtOE/s1600-h/bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049827984498660914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhSXy_jeljI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gUkqheGbtOE/s200/bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a story of a remarkable turnaround of Abhishek Bachchan who after five years with 17 flops has become the new darling of the Bollywood box office and one of the hottest male stars around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The success of &lt;em&gt;Bunty Aur Babli, Sarkar, Dus, Dhoom and Guru &lt;/em&gt;has pushed him to the front of Bollywood's Generation Next and showed, finally, that he has the acting and dancing skills to sustain his elevation as a vehicle for box-office success.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Despite being Amitabh Bachchan's son, it has not been easy for him to find his place in the Bollywood sun. The true master in this business is the box office. In some ways, it was more of a handicap than an advantage because of the weight of expectation. The failures got to a point where he began to question whether he had chosen the right profession. There were no real reference points either. In India, dynasties exist not only in politics and business. The movie industry has seen the Kapoors, the Khans, the Roshans, the Deol. They launched their progeny into films, some made it, some flopped, while others are limping along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What sets Abhishek apart is his blend of western sophistication and home-grown values. He is the first hip hop Hindi film star. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-1765651741638853606?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1765651741638853606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=1765651741638853606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1765651741638853606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1765651741638853606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/abhishek-bachchan-bollywoods-prince.html' title='ABHISHEK BACHCHAN: Bollywood&apos;s PRINCE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RhSXy_jeljI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gUkqheGbtOE/s72-c/bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6077121197298206643</id><published>2007-04-04T18:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:41:56.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ABOLISH AGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The story of an 88 year-old Indian fathering twins is revealing. As is a 67-year-old Romanian who became the oldest mother when she gave birth to a girl. Then there is Madona who at 48 is dancing and singing live with the energy levels of a 20-year-old. And she doesn't look a day over 25. The point is that there isn't any place for obsessively keeping tab on chronological age.Old paradigm and landmarks no longer hold. For instance, 40 is no longer middle age. Notice a 40-year-old Janet Jackson who matter-of-factly poses nude on the cover of a magazine. And her body looks no different in terms of fitness and youthfulness than Britney Spears who is about half of Jackson's age and who also recently posed nude for a magazine cover. French president Chirac's possible successor Segolene Royal was snapped by a photographer in a bikini while on holiday at a sea resort. And Royal, though 53-year-old, could give Hollywood stars a run for their money as far as having a trim and cellulite-free body is concerned. People are dressing, feeling and doing things that have no correlation to their stated age. That's why an 88-year-old can dream of having more children without taking a hard look at his so-called advancing years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those on the cusp of retirement feel that they have the ability to work for at least another 10 to 15 years without a problem. Those having children in their 30s and 40s think nothing of it. Keeping a rigid timetable of age may have served a purpose in a different era. Now the word young can be used as easily for a 20-year-old as for a 40-year-old. Marketers have cottoned on to this change and talk about targeting those with youthful spirit rather than those who strictly fall within the golden demographic of 18 to 34. People's age now should be judged by how young they look and feel and their achievements. Madona would be hard-pressed to fit into a bunch of 48-year-olds as she has nothing in common with them. And neither does the 67-year-old new mother who probably has more in common with other new parents rather than with geriatrics. Age then should finally be no bar to the way we live, work and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6077121197298206643?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6077121197298206643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6077121197298206643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6077121197298206643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6077121197298206643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/abolish-age.html' title='ABOLISH AGE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6322291965076782148</id><published>2007-04-02T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:15:31.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LAWLESS INDIANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's face it we are an undisciplined nation and this is manifest in all walks of life, on our roads, in public buildings, in parks, everywhere. Go anywhere in the world, to the smallest country in the Far East, they may be poor, underdeveloped but they are spotlessly clean. You don't have to be a high-tech wizard to realise that litter has no place on roads, that ancient monuments, which we are so lucky to have are to be cherished and preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foreigner is a guest, and in true Indian tradition a guest is the equivalent of God: &lt;em&gt;Atithi Devo Bhavah &lt;/em&gt;goes the adage. But how do we treat our guests? From the moment they land to the bedlam that we call airports, with endless queues at customs and emigration, to the pushing and shoving that is needed to obtain a trolley, the very first experience in our country is a big turn-off. Then there is the dishonest cabbie who takes his guest all over town, on a tampered meter. When halting at traffic lights, they are harangued by beggars, maimed and disfigured, little infants, bare-bodied mewling in an emaciated woman's arms. Is this the Amazing India that our tourism industry tom-toms about? Where is the glorious civilisation, dating back to Harappa and Mohenjodaro, the visitors had come to experience? Is this the capital of an India, emerging from the shackles of imperialism, riding on the brave back of the IT, ITES industry, all ready to take its place as a colossus of the emerging decade? Of course, the glistening glass facade buildings, housing the new knowledge industry, swanky malls, world-class hotels, are also a side of our Janus-headed city. But till the mismatch between the two faces remains as stark, the sobriquet of a world-class city will remain a chimera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6322291965076782148?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6322291965076782148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6322291965076782148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6322291965076782148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6322291965076782148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/lawless-indians.html' title='LAWLESS INDIANS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6560764291698322358</id><published>2007-03-27T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:56:02.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GROWING WITH SCOOBY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgiuzDQUPNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HHqDsUzl8mc/s1600-h/scooby+doo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046475574538943698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgiuzDQUPNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HHqDsUzl8mc/s200/scooby+doo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wonder years were made extra special by cartoons, as with most kids. Flinstones, Jetsons, The Addams Family, Popeye The Sailor and others filled my hours with magic. None, however, compared with the inimitable Great Dane, Scooby-Doo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the half hour every day that Scooby was on air, I promptly left the job on hand and made a dash for the remote. I always had to fight to get control of it, what with my entire family pouncing on it at the same time. I would simply raise the give-me-the-remote-or-I'll-tear-the-place-down shrill and voila,'Scooby-Doobey-Doo, Where Are You?' would waft through. My family would leave the room, cursing its fate but finding consolation in the silence that enveloped the house while I was away on some super Scooby adventure. There are so many little things in the show that one comes to love. For one, the Scooby Snack always gave Popeye's spinach a run for its money. I also came to correlate Velmas spectacles with intelligence and longed to have a similar pair for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scooby taught me some valuable lessons while growing up. He remained the eternal chicken, even though every episode ended with the ghost myth being busted. Before Scooby entered my life, I suffered from cynophobia, a persistent fear of dogs. I would be exaggerating if I claim to be cured of it now, but I am far better off. If dogs themselves get scarred, they're not so scary, are they? Calvin and Hobbes, Asterix and Obelix, Scooby and Shaggy make for some of the best tales of friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With Scooby, I found mine. I could never make my parents watch the zany dog for more than a minute. I was more successful with my sister, who would join Scooby and the gang occasionally. Whether she did it to humour me or because she liked it herself, I can't say. It was 'bonding time' for us, and in this we agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Harry Potter came, Pokemon and Bablade are here, but none can create the magic Scooby did so seemingly effortlessly. But there is hope. I caught my two-year-old cousin watching Scooby the other day, thoroughly enjoying himself. The magic will continue after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6560764291698322358?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6560764291698322358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6560764291698322358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6560764291698322358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6560764291698322358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/growing-with-scooby.html' title='GROWING WITH SCOOBY'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgiuzDQUPNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HHqDsUzl8mc/s72-c/scooby+doo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-9199172933914056694</id><published>2007-03-26T11:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:53:53.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BOOYWOOD: Reel, Real Jodhabai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgdfZTQUPMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w_WtIRdOoQY/s1600-h/akbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046106795762007234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgdfZTQUPMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w_WtIRdOoQY/s200/akbar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Historians are more or less unanimous that Jodhabai, the so-called Hindu queen of Akbar and Jehangir's mother, is nothing more than a yarn spun by scriptwriters of Bollywood. Director Ashuthosh Gowarikar is, therefore, only restating an historical fiction in his next film. But one sees no harm in tweaking history to make a flick so long as it is interesting and the movie-maker keeps the records straight. As did Ketan Mehta when he made The Rising. After all, one does not watch a movie to learn history. This, of course, is not to deny that the Kachhwaha Rajputs of Amber, who were ancestors of the later rulers of Jaipur, had given a daughter to the Mughals. She was the daughter of Bhagwandas, ruler of Amber, who was uncle and predecessor of Man Singh. Her name is lost in obscurity but she was married to prince Saleem and was the mother of Khusro. Was there a real Jodhabai? And if yes, what role did she play in the Mughul court? Noted historian James Tod provided the answers in his magnum opus Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, first published as Annals of Rajputana in 1832.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The author mentions that there indeed was a Jodhabai, daughter of Raj Singh. She was married to Jehangir. And yes, she called the shots in the Mughal court. To give just one instance, she used her influence with Jehangir to secure the throne of Amber for Jey Singh, the grandson of Jagat Singh. It was no small feat. For, it was achieved against the wishes, and much to the dismay of the all-powerful Noor Jehan. This Jodhabai must have been a remarkable woman. It is said that when Jehangir asked Jey Singh (who was later conferred with the title of Mirza), to make a salaam to the queen as a token of gratitude to her, he refused saying it was against the tradition of the Rajputs. This was no small effrontery to a Mughal queen. But Jodhabai not only made light of this by laughing but also bade the new prince of Amber well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps it's time the film-makers of Bollywood gave up their obsession with the fictional Jodhabai and planned a film on the real one. It would make a far more interesting movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-9199172933914056694?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/9199172933914056694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=9199172933914056694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/9199172933914056694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/9199172933914056694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/booywood-reel-real-jodhabai.html' title='BOOYWOOD: Reel, Real Jodhabai'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgdfZTQUPMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w_WtIRdOoQY/s72-c/akbar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-571175420055192457</id><published>2007-03-24T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:16:58.429+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE TICKET: A French Kiss in India- PONDICHERRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgTR0zQUPJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J0KrbpmJPUg/s1600-h/pone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045388187603844242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgTR0zQUPJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J0KrbpmJPUg/s200/pone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I Went:-&lt;/strong&gt; Jumped into a bus at Chennai's Mofussil Bus Depot for a three-hour ride with blaring Tamil music accompanying me down the magnificent beach-lined East Coast Road. Taxis and luxury buses are available, but this is the best way to savour the local flavour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Did:-&lt;/strong&gt; Checked into an extremely basic and incredibly sanitary room labelled 'Freedom' at the Park Guest House, which is affiliated to the Aurobindo Asharam. Peace, Cheer, Friendship, Serenity.....and many other delightful names offer a balcony with an untrammelled view of a tranquil garden and the Bay of Bengal. I spent a glorious week exploring the symmetrical French quarter of this exquisite town that was under the control of the French government till 1954. There's a whole other side to this city(regular Indian messopolis), but i preferred to keep to the tree-lined boulevards with ornate names.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Saw:-&lt;/strong&gt; All the Pondyessentials.... I strolled down Avenue Goubert(Beach Road) every evening. Lingered over the French War Memorial and Mahatma Gandhi's statue. Watched the gendarmes in their red French caps patrol. Whispered in awe by the &lt;em&gt;samadhi &lt;/em&gt;of Sri Aurobindo and the mother at the Aurobindo Ashram. Saw the memorials to poets Subramanita Bharathi and Bharathidasan and all the museums, popped in at the Alliance Francaise and scouted for rare French books at the Romain Rolland Library. Checked out the &lt;em&gt;firangs &lt;/em&gt;baking themselves red on Auro Beach. Gasped at the Technicolour beauty of the temples (some date back to the Chola era). Dined on superb continental fare at Le Club and rather iffish Chinese along the beachfront. Found peace as well as the world's largest crystal in the white-on-white environs of the Matri Mandir meditation dome at Auroville(14kms away).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Learnt-&lt;/strong&gt; That Pondicherry plays host to an annual International Yoga Festival in early January-an other reason to go back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Liked:- &lt;/strong&gt;The stately colonial buildings and vast white and yellow villas with scarlet bougainvillae spilling over artistic gates looked like they belonged in another era of another country. The people were friendly, talkative and very contemporary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Recommend:- &lt;/strong&gt;With its air of sparkling purity, Pondicherry's great for a holiday that eases jangled nerves. Don't go if you're looking for water sports, discotheques or lavish spas. But if you seek a relaxed sojourn that doesn't cost the earth, yet gives you a taste of the good life with a bit of culture and spirituality thrown in, this is the right place for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-571175420055192457?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/571175420055192457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=571175420055192457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/571175420055192457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/571175420055192457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/ticket-french-kiss-in-india-pondicherry.html' title='THE TICKET: A French Kiss in India- PONDICHERRY'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgTR0zQUPJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J0KrbpmJPUg/s72-c/pone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-1874680450103120889</id><published>2007-03-23T12:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:19:56.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BOLLYWOOD: What Ails Today's Period Films?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgN4NjQUPII/AAAAAAAAAD0/D-IftaIj88Q/s1600-h/umarao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045008181782396034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgN4NjQUPII/AAAAAAAAAD0/D-IftaIj88Q/s200/umarao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgN4GDQUPHI/AAAAAAAAADs/zD3oHvbAh8Q/s1600-h/devdas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045008052933377138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="105" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgN4GDQUPHI/AAAAAAAAADs/zD3oHvbAh8Q/s200/devdas.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Indian film industry is going through an interesting phase of sequels and remakes. Period films are also in. But tackling the historical genre is easier said than done and often, attention to detail is lacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The crux of any period film is extensive research. But that's been neglected in &lt;strong&gt;Bollywood&lt;/strong&gt; for the last 30 years. Forget Hollywood, where it's not uncommon to have historians acting as consultants on the sets. Many of today's Bollywood films don't even match up to films made by Indian directors decades ago. When Satyajit Ray was making &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shatranj Ke Khiladi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he shopped, ate and lived in Lucknow for months while researching the film. And it showed in every frame. K Asif took 10 years to make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mughal-E-Azam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a far cry from then to last year's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umrao Jaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which was woefully lacking in authenticity. Shot against the backdrop of Rajasthan's hilly terrain, replete with lakes and boulders, director JP Dutta's Umrao misses a date with Lucknow's topography, which has no hills or lakes. Anther glaring inconsistency with history was showing Umrao aka Aishwarya Rai taking a dip in a pool, in fact there never was a pool in Umrao's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JP Dutta however contends that he didn't shoot in Lucknow because of the dismal condition of heritage buildings there. Other reasons for films set in UP giving the state a go by could be the law and order situation there and government apathy. That's one reason why film &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omkara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't shot there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But none of this had stopped Muzaffar Ali, who hails from the royal lineage of Kotwara, when he made Umrao Jaan with Rekha. Ali did extensive research, sourced authentic &lt;em&gt;nawabi &lt;/em&gt;jewellery-mostly from his personal collection-clothes of his ancestors, and most of the props from his home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even Ketan Mehta who spent years researching for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mangal Pandey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, took cinematic liberties. The film's climax is far-fetched. The way Mangal is hanged is weird. In reality, it wasn't that dramatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even Asoka, wasn't authentic. It was largely shot on outside locales, mostly on rocks and green pastures. Hardly any sets or costumes were used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ditto for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devdas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the film was too opulent as compared to original. The director even changed the story, there never was a meeting between Chandrmukhi and Paro in the original. Even the coloured glasses, buildings and dresses were larger that-life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some films however do make an attempt at being authentic. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parineeta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was one. The story which is set in Kolkata of the 1920s, is juxtaposed in the 1960s to suit current sensibilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Similar care has been taken in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Legend of Bhagat Singh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, where the writer, Anjum Rajab Ali took months to research the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However period films lack in research mostly to suit the look of the film. In &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devdas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the director made the film look opulent as he knew it would rake in the moolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Popular Hindi Cinema anyway doesn't draw from reality. Entertainment is what drives it. Where Karan Johar and Yash Chopra can pass off Switzerland and New York as Mumbai or even Himachal Pradesh. Where buildings in Bhansali's Devdas don't look like a part of Kolkata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think these filmmakers really care? They don't have the time or inclination to go into details. All they look out for is a big star and making quick money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgN3XDQUPFI/AAAAAAAAADc/MlWUt7HCl0w/s1600-h/devdas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-1874680450103120889?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1874680450103120889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=1874680450103120889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1874680450103120889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1874680450103120889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/bollywood-what-ails-todays-period-films.html' title='BOLLYWOOD: What Ails Today&apos;s Period Films?'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgN4NjQUPII/AAAAAAAAAD0/D-IftaIj88Q/s72-c/umarao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-2658046013178685679</id><published>2007-03-22T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:08:17.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>URBAN HEROINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgItVzQUPDI/AAAAAAAAADM/z5-IJjKK1yQ/s1600-h/oval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044644385167522866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgItVzQUPDI/AAAAAAAAADM/z5-IJjKK1yQ/s320/oval.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till a year ago, The Oval Maidan in Mumbai was an eyesore. This heritage site was a haven for drug pushers, pimps, sex workers, card sharps and all sorts of anti socials. Morchas headed for Mantralaya were a daily nuisance and virtually every inch of the pavement opposite Churchgate Station was usurped by hawkers leaving pedestrians with no space to walk. In other words Oval Maidan was not what it was meant to be- a much-needed green belt for residents in south Mumbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A fact that disturbed Neera Punj, Nayana Kathpalia and Kunti Oza very much. Punj, after a long stint abroad, had returned to live near Churchgate, and Kathpalia, an activist with INTACH in Delhi, had shifted base to Mumbai where her home faced the historic Oval Maidan. Oza had lived all  her life in the city. The three enterprising women rallied around to set things right. It wasn't easy. They were mocked at, officials were amused and dismissed these 'English-speaking &lt;em&gt;mems'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the committed trio, fully aware of their rights, knocked at the doors of the Brihanmumbai Municipal Corporation (BMC), local government representatives and finally the Bombay High Court- all this in the early 2000s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their relentless crusade eventually paid off. Today morchas have been banned in the area and are stopped at Azad Maidan, the Oval Maidan has been restored to its pristine glory and pedestrians are able to walk on the pavements opposite Churuhgate. Success breeds success. The three are now much sought after for guidance and help by residents' groups spread across the city. Their initiative- Citizens Forum for Protection of Public Space, better known as CitiSpace-now has over 500 paid members who are consulted by the BMC each time an issue of open space arises in the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moral of the story,'If citizens wish to improve the quality of life around them. They can do it. But they have to step out.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-2658046013178685679?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2658046013178685679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=2658046013178685679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2658046013178685679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/2658046013178685679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/urban-heroines.html' title='URBAN HEROINES'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgItVzQUPDI/AAAAAAAAADM/z5-IJjKK1yQ/s72-c/oval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-7359969766959165416</id><published>2007-03-21T16:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:39:05.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE TICKET: The Paradise On Earth 'KEDARNATH'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgEVxDQUPAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/e8sXEcqcXGc/s1600-h/kedarbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044336990063180802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgEVxDQUPAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/e8sXEcqcXGc/s200/kedarbath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DESTINATION:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KEDARNATH, UTTARAKHAND (INDIA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I started my journey on 26th May 2006 for 3 days. Early morning i started from Kotdwara Garhwal. I passed through places like Pauri, Srinagar, Rudraprayag, Karanprayag, Agastya Muni, Guptakashi, Son Prayag and Gaurikund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is believed that Srinagar was established by Shri Shankaracharya. The legend says that there was a man-eating rock at Srinagar called Sryntra. Sri Guru Shankracharya threw it in the river. The very name, 'Srinagar' meaning the dwelling place of God conveys the immense sanctity of the town. It is believed that the river Alaknanda writes 'Om' near Srinagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From Srinagar Garhwal i reached Rudraprayag, the holy Confluence of the Alaknanda and the Mandakini. I halted there for about an hour had a quick look of the place and the beautiful river flowing by. An iron chain has been fixed at the confluences where steps lead to the water. The place derives its name from Rudra, one of the names of lord shiva. It was here that the pride of Narad was humbled. There are various temples of Shiva and Annapurna Devi at Rudraprayag. I had my lunch and took photographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The road to Kedarnath is along river Mandakini. The valley is enchantingly beautiful. The scenery is rugged and captivating the first place of interest is a wide open plain called Agastya Muni where Rishi Agastya meditated. The legend goes that at time of Shiva's marriage to Parvati, all creatures of the world reached Kedarkhand. The earth tilted towards the North and Shiva himself asked Agastya to go to South to restore the balance. The Muni pounded down the Vindhyas and reached Pothia which is also called Kailas of the South.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first major place after Agastya Muni is Gupta Kashi, a small town with a bazaar on both sides of the road. It was here that Shiva disappeared from the Pandavas, thus giving the name Kashi to the place. It is believed that in the first part of Kalyuga, kashi would be most sacred, in the second part Uttarkashy and at the end Guptakashi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Passing Rampur, I reached Sitapur from where one track leads to Triyugi Narayan to the left, and the other to Kedarnath. It is said that the marriage between Shiva and Parvati was performed at triyugi Narayan which was the capital of Himavat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As i move on, I reached Son Prayag, also called Sondwara or Swarna Dwara. It is said that there was a Swarnadwara here which was taken away by the Rohillas. After five km i came to Gauri-kund by evening. It is the last motor head on the route to Kedarnath. After reaching Gaurikund i looked for a lodge. After keeping my luggage, I had a glance of Gauikund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are two Kunds-Tapta kund and Gaunkund. Tradition says that Parvati meditated here to propitiate Shiva. There is also a huge rock Uma Shankar Shila. It is said that the spirits of 12 rishis who followed Mahadeva from Srilanka after their expulsion from there, reside in the Shila. Near by are image of Gauri, Radha Krishna and JwalaDevi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After seeing Gaurikund, I had my dinner and went to bed. My spirit was high thinking about the next day's trekking to Kedarnath temple which was about 14 kms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next morning, at about 6O'Clock well-equipped, I started climbing. People of old age were seen on Palkees and horses. On the way i could find only small petty shops and after about 7 kms i reached Rambara. Its a small seasonal chatti. I could see several water falls near to this place. After having light refreshment, I proceeded further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just short of Kedarnath, the ascent is steep. The tree-line is left a little a head of cheer Basa Bhairav. The temple comes in view from a distance of about three kilometers viewed against the background of snow-covered peaks. The temple looked gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shri Kedarnath is the shrine of Lord Shiva located in the Garhwal region of Uttarakhand. A common saying in Gahwal is "&lt;em&gt;Jitne kankar, utne shankar," &lt;/em&gt;meaning that there are as many temples of Shiva as there are stones in Garhwal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Situated on the left bank of the Mandakini, the Kedarnath temple is located at the head of a cup-shaped valley measuring about five kilometers by two kilometers. It is an imposing building with an impressive facade. The Mandakini flows in a serpentine fashion along the side of Kedarpuri, a satellite village of the temple. The shrine is one of the 12 most sacred temples of shiva called Jyotir Lingas. It is a stone structure with huge slabs believed to have been put by Bhim. The temple was erected at the site where Bhim ultimately located Pashupati Nath. It is also said that the temple owes its construction to Janamijaya, the great grandson of Arjuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The shrine had fallen into decay during the Buddhist era and it was shri Adi Shankaracharya who re-established it. The most commonly believed tradition is that the Pandavas who followed Shiva up to here and were absolved of their sins, built the temple. After its completion, the Pandavas climbed Mahapath, or the great path which is located on the mountain behind the temple. The Pandavas ascended the heaven from here to merge into the Divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An imposing statue of Nandi stands outside the temple which can be divided in two parts. The front portion is known as the garbha gril and rear as Sabha bhavan. In the garbha grih, images of Parvati, Pandavas, Kunti, Draupadi, Krishna and Ganapati have been carved on stones laid on the walls. The five headed idol of shiva is in the middle. There are 24 images of avatars on the main gate and 64 images on the gate of the garbha griha. In the sabha Bhavan, a triangular icon of impressive dimensions covered by a canopy, represents the hinder parts of the divine buffalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The temple is closed for winters on the first day of Kartika falling during Oct-Nov. It's normally closed about a week prior to the shrine of Badrinath and is also opened earlies in Vaisakha. Corresponding to the end of April on early May. During winter, Kedarpuri is completely covered with snow; the accumulation of snow being about two metres high. The area around is marshy and devoid of any vegetation and fuel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After having a good view of Kedarnath temple by afternoon i moved back to Gaurikund and reached by Sunset. Without having halting here, I headed towards Chamole Garhwal and stayed there. The next morning, after having breakfast, I headed towards Dehradun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-7359969766959165416?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7359969766959165416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=7359969766959165416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7359969766959165416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7359969766959165416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/ticket-paradise-on-earth-kedarnath.html' title='THE TICKET: The Paradise On Earth &apos;KEDARNATH&apos;'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RgEVxDQUPAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/e8sXEcqcXGc/s72-c/kedarbath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6586463542827771821</id><published>2007-03-19T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:07:08.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BOLLYWOOD: BODY LANGUAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rf4rBCf7lRI/AAAAAAAAACs/7mwDJRQrZPQ/s1600-h/bollywwod.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043515929552196882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rf4rBCf7lRI/AAAAAAAAACs/7mwDJRQrZPQ/s200/bollywwod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Women in Hindi cinema are usually mass-produced by the same cookie cutter that functions on one golden rule: women are not sexually beings. Whether as mother, sister or lover, they are the repositories of values and remain unfailingly chaste. Sexuality is sublimated to thrust-and grind songs. The heroine may do the shimmy in a bustier but will walk into the sunset a virgin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or at least this used to be the case. Increasing market segmentation and the evolution of an urbane, multiplex audience are allowing filmmakers to stretch the mainstream straitjacket. A plethora of performers is no longer squeamish about onscreen love. Sex is out of the Bollywood closet and even though the Hindi film heroine largely remains a stylish Sati Savitri, making love no longer means having to say sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course, skin and sexuality are not the same thing. Film-makers aren't hesitant about exploiting the former. As producer Mukesh Bhatt says, "The bottom line is that whether in Hollywood or Bollywood, sex sells." But understanding and portraying female sexuality is tougher. In truth, Bollywood is yet to come to grips with the modern Indian woman. Filmmakers speak of creating confident women, but this is hardly the case. Heroines might be glam dolls but few female characters have the depth of Nutan in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bandini&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;or Nargis in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother India.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Bollywood remains a male-centric industry. Though the number of women directors is increasing- recent converts to direction include Remma and Farah Khan--a sensitive Bollywood film about female sexuality seems a few years away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? For one, there are hardly any strong roles being written for women, leave alone those that explore something as tricky as sexuality.Distributors, burned by incessant flops are finding safety in multi-starrers. As two or three male stars strut their stuff,heroines are consigned to being clothes-horses in the margins. And even if such a script were written, filming it would be a Herculean hurdle.Though the mindset of actors has undergone a sea change, most filmmakers haven't still figured out how to film sex aesthetically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In an essentially conservative society, popular entertainment is something that can be consumed by the whole family. Moreover the censor situation is complicated. Today people see censorship as repression, not guidance, and there is no control at the theatre. You can't have steamy scenes until this is fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, films like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jism, Murder, Page Three &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Corporate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hint that Bollywood is taking baby steps. Infact, Hollywood too went through a period of noir films before emerging with more complex female characters. Certainly, the door isn't wedged shut as it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6586463542827771821?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6586463542827771821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6586463542827771821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6586463542827771821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6586463542827771821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/bollywood-body-language.html' title='BOLLYWOOD: BODY LANGUAGE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rf4rBCf7lRI/AAAAAAAAACs/7mwDJRQrZPQ/s72-c/bollywwod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6668197303066817686</id><published>2007-03-18T17:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:53:02.031+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood:Slick, Sensible and Sensitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rf0lACf7lQI/AAAAAAAAACk/ivaqUHp0J2A/s1600-h/nude.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043227840325850370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rf0lACf7lQI/AAAAAAAAACk/ivaqUHp0J2A/s200/nude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A friend of mine asked why the Indian cinema of the 1990's was candyfloss, regressive, even retro-active. I don't think so. I think Indian cinema has always been soft-focus, melodramatic and feel-good. Every era has had its share of gloss. Was Dil Deke Dekho, made in 1959,not about young people having a rocking time? Was Waqt, made in 1965, not about fast cars and fast women? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anti-establishment movies were cathartic for us, an outlet, an avenue of expressing our inner demons. What do we rebel against? We have nothing to complain about or battle against.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think young people today are any different from what my father was when he was growing up. This is an impressionable age in every generation, and the big issues are always the same:you want to educate yourself, be in a good marriage, bring up your children well, get ahead in life. Whatever the era, the aspirations of the age are a constant Which is why you will always find some eternal values:good will always triumph over evil, hard work will win over obstacles, and youth will always bow down before age, but on its own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is remarkable about our generation, i think, is that we don't tolerate the vulgarity. I am sure these cheap music videos are consumed mostly by the under-15s with raging hormones or the over-40 leches with their underused libidos. The 18-35-year -olds are too busy making a life for themselves to stand and stare. And stare. You see it in those who define entertainment as well as those who consume it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me tick now? Well, I think it's because our generation are neither idiots nor geniuses. I assume young people want to be entertained for three hours and at the end of it, want to think for 10 minutes. It could be about anything. Their families, their nation, their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6668197303066817686?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6668197303066817686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6668197303066817686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6668197303066817686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6668197303066817686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/bollywoodslick-sensible-and-sensitive.html' title='Bollywood:Slick, Sensible and Sensitive'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rf0lACf7lQI/AAAAAAAAACk/ivaqUHp0J2A/s72-c/nude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-780909451757413825</id><published>2007-03-17T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:04:44.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD ON OUR HANDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfvHPSf7lPI/AAAAAAAAACc/hoESeYw4a3Y/s1600-h/tiger+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042843273249133810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfvHPSf7lPI/AAAAAAAAACc/hoESeYw4a3Y/s200/tiger+in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just over a decade ago, &lt;strong&gt;Project Tiger &lt;/strong&gt;was hailed as the success story for the preservation of not just the big cats but also all other wildlife. When the project was launched in 1973, the tiger population in the wilds had dropped to an alarming figure of just 1,800 as compared to the estimates of 40,000 before Independence. Apart from passing a stringent law banning the hunting of tigers, nine wildlife reserves were established. A scientific management plan saw, among other things, core areas, free of all human activity, being earmarked in each sanctuary.Regular patrolling by forest guards dissuaded poachers. Most important was the level of political commitment, with the late prime minister Indira Gandhi personally taking interest and even hauling up Forest Department officials for non-performance. More tiger reserves were soon established and today there are 27 of them in the prime forests of India. Tiger population in such reserves has grown from 268 when the project began to over 1500 now. The overall tiger population in the wilds is put at 3,500.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now all this is being undone rapidly. Last year, the missing tigers of Sariska and Corbett National Park are an ominous signal that things are going terribly wrong in our wildlife preserves. Prime Minister Manmohan Singh rightly termed it as the "the biggest crisis in the management of our wildlife."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Political commitment at all levels is the key and any revamp must begin from the top. Like Indira, the Prime Minister should make preserving wildlife his personal mission. Also as wildlife conservationist Ullas Karanth says,"What needs to change is the self-denial approach by ministry and forest officials who continue to maintain that nothing is wrong." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The prime minister and Minister of Environment and Forest should call for a total review of all wildlife preserves on an urgent basis and take remedial measures. If we don't do this soon enough the roar of the tiger in Indian forests may echo only in Kipling's books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-780909451757413825?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/780909451757413825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=780909451757413825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/780909451757413825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/780909451757413825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/blood-on-our-hands.html' title='BLOOD ON OUR HANDS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfvHPSf7lPI/AAAAAAAAACc/hoESeYw4a3Y/s72-c/tiger+in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-7252410958159812964</id><published>2007-03-15T11:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:48:00.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>COMMERCIAL BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfjeQCf7lOI/AAAAAAAAACU/t_RDSF3eoKs/s1600-h/ARUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042024149971342562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfjeQCf7lOI/AAAAAAAAACU/t_RDSF3eoKs/s200/ARUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyone who complains about the tabloidisation of news channels in India- and that includes me-ought to have watched CNN's Oscar-style coverage of the wedding of Arun Nayar and Liz Hurley. Call it the Breaking News Effect but the channels chatted endlessly about Hurley's dress, her weight, tea towels,etc-etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It our country, it takes a sometime victim like actor Shah Rukh Khan to articulate it. According to him, viewers can now instinctively distinguish between real and commercial news. Perhaps real and surreal is more precise. How else do you describe a business news channel which showed us every bit of Abhishek-Ashwarya's engagement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone knows that's entertainment  It's not so much about manufacturing consent (almost every news channel has a particular point of view in India, and thank God for it)as manufacturing content. That's because real stories are becoming difficult to do, or at least to sell. A lot is going wrong between the Government and the party that leads the UPA coalition but because Congressmen live in mortal dread of being caught saying the wrong thing, we are led to believe the problems are limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the absence of any substantive progress on Kashmir, frankly, I can't wait to hear about what General Pervez Musharraf is going to have for breakfast. Lunch. And dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-7252410958159812964?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/7252410958159812964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=7252410958159812964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7252410958159812964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/7252410958159812964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/commercial-break.html' title='COMMERCIAL BREAK'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfjeQCf7lOI/AAAAAAAAACU/t_RDSF3eoKs/s72-c/ARUN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4851177192948591717</id><published>2007-03-14T16:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:00:23.459+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CINEMA : WE ARE THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfffeCf7lNI/AAAAAAAAACM/Db1gFMXCEk8/s1600-h/IL+POSTINO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041744015024428242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfffeCf7lNI/AAAAAAAAACM/Db1gFMXCEk8/s200/IL+POSTINO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rffe8Cf7lMI/AAAAAAAAACE/N7jE0s1B3Y0/s1600-h/SPAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041743430908875970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rffe8Cf7lMI/AAAAAAAAACE/N7jE0s1B3Y0/s200/SPAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfferCf7lLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S6DECZvGTGE/s1600-h/PARADISO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041743138851099826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfferCf7lLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S6DECZvGTGE/s200/PARADISO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rffegyf7lKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PrqrgWaJaec/s1600-h/AMORES+PERROS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041742962757440674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/Rffegyf7lKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PrqrgWaJaec/s200/AMORES+PERROS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RffeJSf7lII/AAAAAAAAABk/QbhMBCPVbSI/s1600-h/IRAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041742559030514818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RffeJSf7lII/AAAAAAAAABk/QbhMBCPVbSI/s200/IRAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE INTERNATIONAL FILMS THAT JUST MIGHT MAKE YOUR LAZY WEEKEND COME ALIVE:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- &lt;em&gt;CINEMA PARADISO (ITALY,1988):- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the dark confines of the Cinema Paradiso, a young boy and the other townsfolk try to escape from the grim realities of post-war Italy. The ambience is largely autobiographical, drawn from the memories of writer/director Giuseppe Tornatore who shows great affection for his characters, even when they suffer misfortune. Among the film's indelible images, perhaps the most memorable occurs when a film is projected on a town wall, creating an endearing contrast between differing realities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- &lt;em&gt;IL POSTINO (ITALY,1994):-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The relationship between the Chilean Nobel Prize winning poet Pablo Neruda and Mario, the postman who delivers his copious mail, is the focus here. Mario is a poet at heart and strives to win his way into the affections of the great author. Eventually, Neruda shares his leftist political philosophy as well-and helps him win over the captivating Beatrice, the woman of Mario's dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3- &lt;em&gt;CHILDREN OF HEAVEN (IRAN,1997):- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After seeing so many American films in which family dysfunction is the norm, it can at first be unsettling to see a family whose members all love one another. Aside from the material loss, one of the things which causes the young boy Ali such pain is that his young sister Zahra worships him, and yet he has failed her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4- &lt;em&gt;ALL ABOUT MY MOTHER (SPAIN,1999):- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pedro Almodovar affectionately salutes the female spirit and alternative families in this one.The film is about Manuela's journey to Barcelona to find her dead son's father and assuage her grief. The unexpected fortitude and empathy she discovers with the help of a transexual, a stage diva, and a pregnant nun, turn &lt;em&gt;All About My Mother &lt;/em&gt;into a joyful portrait of female bonding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5- &lt;em&gt;AMORES PERROS (MEXICO,2000):- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three stories of life along the margins in Mexico City converge in this inventive thriller. In his astonishing debut, director Alexandro Gonzalez Inarritu focuses on fractured human relationships. He brings his camera into the slums and condos and mines authentic perceptions about the strain of loyalties under the duress of an ironic, twisted reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4851177192948591717?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4851177192948591717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4851177192948591717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4851177192948591717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4851177192948591717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/cinema-we-are-world.html' title='CINEMA : WE ARE THE WORLD'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfffeCf7lNI/AAAAAAAAACM/Db1gFMXCEk8/s72-c/IL+POSTINO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-1887885439512612655</id><published>2007-03-13T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:37:10.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SPACE TOILETTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfaSiif7k_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/a-7BfExSXNk/s1600-h/space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041377954961789938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfaSiif7k_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/a-7BfExSXNk/s320/space.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;News reports say that Sunita Williams planned to send her long tresses back to Earth, to make a hair-piece for some handicapped person. Six months in orbit will give her enough time to grow them afresh. She would have had no problem getting them lopped off. Long strands of hair can be held easily as they are being cut. But where she to go in for a short trim, that would not be so easy. Because, in the zero gravity situation, bits of hair don't fall to the ground on their own. So whenever they are being cut, someone has to hold a vacuum appliance close to the subject's head to suck in all the trimmings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is same with bathwater when you take a shower. On its water would remain suspended in the air. So, every drop has to be tracked and sucked in. But absence of any gravitational pull has some advantages too. For example, one can wear one's trousers both legs at the same time. And it is possible to sleep while standing upright, or even turned upside down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are some of the quirks of life in space highlighted at Henry Crown Space Centre in the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago. Within its precincts, there is a To be an Astronaut show. As one queues up for it, there is a TV console on one side where one can press buttons and get answers to some FAQs about space travel. The subjects covered include sleeping, exercising, eating, extra-vehicular activity and hygiene on board the spacecraft. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost every visitor seemed to pressing the button for the last of them to seek an answer to a very fundamental question: How do they download human wastes in a zero gravity situation? How does it fall and get flushed out without the Earth's pull? Once again suction by powerful air action somewhere inside the WC bowl, similar to that of an exhaust fan, does the needful. But there still remains the problem of its disposal. The easiest course would be to jettison it into space and , probably, into a geosynchronous orbit of the Earth. But the demands of science have priority. So, it is all collected and carefully brought down to the Earth for medical research.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-1887885439512612655?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/1887885439512612655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=1887885439512612655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1887885439512612655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/1887885439512612655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/space-toilette.html' title='SPACE TOILETTE'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfaSiif7k_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/a-7BfExSXNk/s72-c/space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-6279179256805303280</id><published>2007-03-13T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:21:51.242+05:30</updated><title type='text'>POEM: HAUNTING MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfaHHyf7k-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i01baBPPC_E/s1600-h/poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041365400772383714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfaHHyf7k-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i01baBPPC_E/s320/poem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It's really a daunting task,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To express the feeling deep down,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere within,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My fears take me to task,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there are perplexed expressions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thin smile and faded glory,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doth not give me rest and respite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories are a continual source,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of haunting bitterness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some pleasant and flickering ones,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They take me to the vast,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And sprawling daffodils,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some are my own feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; when are they going, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To find the right opening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day may be far,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day may be near,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A leather hunt may,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always be there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-6279179256805303280?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6279179256805303280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=6279179256805303280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6279179256805303280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/6279179256805303280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/poem-haunting-memories.html' title='POEM: HAUNTING MEMORIES'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RfaHHyf7k-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i01baBPPC_E/s72-c/poem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-4030055885568632418</id><published>2007-03-11T17:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:08:52.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WRONG 'UNS</title><content type='html'>One day on the morning India plays cricket you will switch on the TV and a scroll will flash:"Breaking News: Sachin flouts rules, has aloo parathas for breakfast. Trainer furious,players envious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News about cricket on TV is no longer about runs and wickets. It is about packaging gone potty. About international captains dressed up in medieval armour for the most &lt;br /&gt;tasteless advertisements in the history of advertisements,about Sidhuisms, about nailing the "guilty" at the end of play, analysis programmes called "Silly Point", and anchors cutting live to reporters with brain-bogglers-"XYZ has just got a century. Hame bataaiye, what are his thoughts at this moment?" ("F***in'hell, just saved my a**.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the meaningless micro-live coverage: the BCCI's working committee meetings, its team selections and now the movement of the cricketers before a big game. Well-coiffed men and women report live from outside hotels breathlessly announcing that the team bus is about to leave for the stadium. No one has yet hired a helicopter to track them to the ground but you never know. As things stand, the breakfast buffet is the next frontier. "What's it going to be for Bhajji today-skimmed milk or full cream? SMS us your answers, win a life-time supply of Amul Taaza tetrapacks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live cricket today is seven hours of action, in extreme close-up, direct to your living room. All other punditry on the idiot box is superflous unless there is a spin on it. Today there is more spin, less cricket. The idea of a day's play throwing up a "mujrim" is toathesome because we live in a country where real mujrims sit in government. Get a grip, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is, of course, rationalised by the tyranny of the TRP, the need to grab eyeballs. So players of varying capabilities, agendas and IQS, cast as impartial gurus, prattle on for hours.No wonder the entire circus goes ballistic, looking for "mujrims" when India loses. No victories, no feel-good, no feel good, no ratings, no ratings,no ads,no ads, no moolah. And you thought facing the new ball against Australia was tough. Try turning sport into showbiz and we'll see how those Aussies do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with flavour of the sleazon, the day a spycam is planted on the team bus or in the dressing room doesn't look too far away. Tip for Team India: mind your language, guys, and work on those abs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-4030055885568632418?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4030055885568632418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=4030055885568632418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4030055885568632418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/4030055885568632418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/wrong-uns.html' title='WRONG &apos;UNS'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-5492866355178702809</id><published>2007-03-10T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:38:29.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;GENDER GAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Browsing through the World Economic Forum report on gender gap which places India a dismal 53rd amongst 58 countries, I was reminded of my tour to Tehri Garhwal on the eve of the formation of the state of Uttarakhand.As i approached Dehradun i got a feel of the euphoria as it must have been on the eve of national independence. From Rishikesh onwards, the markets were ablaze with bright half-green half-orange flags festooned on every shop, pole and pathway. Banners and ornamental gateways giving good wishes to new state stood every few metres. Come twilight, the building wore strings of gaily coloured light bulbs. Even as the official birth was yet to be, Dehradun Nagar Nigam had put up bright yellow banners at all entry points loudly proclaiming,'You are welcome to the state of Uttranchal'. All the men were out in the streets headed towards the parade ground where at the stroke of the midnight hour history was to be made. Bubbling with enthusiasm, a group of young men drove their two-wheelers in formation through the crowded marketplace, hands thrown up in the air, screaming and shouted with delight. The joie de vivre was infectious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But where were the women? Strangely, they were ansent. Did they not perceive the change or were they wary of celebrating it? Through all the gaiety and merrymaking I could not help recall the four hill women I had crossed on my way down, their backs bent over with enormous loads of firewoods as they trudged miles just as they had been doing for years. They had quietly stepped aside to make way for the new chariots of statehood as they had whizzed past. While one who worked alone on her small terraced field weeding her sparse crop, waiting for her monthly money order from a husband or son, watched the passage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;All over our country women remain invisible. Their work is not counted for economic value and now they are going missing too. The gender gaps are all around; the report is only a reminder of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/577753387933861288-5492866355178702809?l=deepaktherebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/feeds/5492866355178702809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=577753387933861288&amp;postID=5492866355178702809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5492866355178702809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/577753387933861288/posts/default/5492866355178702809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepaktherebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/international-womens-day-special.html' title='INTERNATIONAL WOMEN&apos;S DAY SPECIAL'/><author><name>Deepak Rawat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449986997300924517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzkUStEyOPE/RzS5usNbxnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xn4waChUpgA/s200/Image(677).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577753387933861288.post-16955464684871429</id><published>2007-03-08T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:44:17.699+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LAGE RAHO BOLLYWOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;I like ideas, especially movie ideas, that you can hold in your hand. If a person can tell me the idea in 25 words&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;or less, it's going to make a pretty good movie&lt;/strong&gt;." Steven Spielberg may have grown up since he made that statement, gone on to the Holocaust and it's echoes in Munich, but it's a lesson Bollywood has memorised well last year. In 2006, Bollywood discovered it's future in the past. The year's three biggest hits- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dhoom:2, Krrish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lage Raho Munna Bhai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- are all sequels. Another hit, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was a remake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But 2006 will be primarily remembered as the year Bollywood broke free. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rang De Basanti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; took Gen Next away from candlelight dinners to candlelight vigils. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lage Raho Munna Bhai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brought Gandhism out of primary textbooks to college canteens.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Omkara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stirringly transported Shakespeare ot Saharanpur. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dhoom:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, much like it's predecessor Dhoom, redefines celluloid sexiness as a lifestyle package: bad boys sandsurf in a Namibian desert, cool guys cruise on cooler bikes in virgin locales, and under-dressed girls play basketball in the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Smaller filmmakers who had the courage to experiment were also rewarded by a fast-maturing audience. The long-delayed&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Khosla Ka Ghosla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, where a middle-class family outwits land sharks, was one such film. But not all such movies clicked. Both Nagesh Kukunoor and Madhur Bhandarkar, who had directed offbeat hits (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iqbal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page 3 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;respectively) faltered with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corporate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The movies delivered, not the paying public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The year also showed that India's funny bone is getting better. Movies like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malamaal Weekly, Phir Hera Pheri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom, Dick and Harry, Golmaal, Apna Sapna Money Money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pyar Ke Side Effects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tickled the box-office in varying degrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sooraj Barjatya's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- a Hum Aapke Hain Kaun replay for the RDB generation- is the sleeper hit of the year. In Bihar, the movie is a blockbuster. Rajshri Productions proved once again a market still exists for the decent family drama on the big screen especially in smaller towns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The return of Kajol in Aamir Khan superhit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was also a much-awaited Bollywood event. And Naseeruddin Shah made a promising debut as director even though &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yun Hota To Kya Hota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; flopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In 2006, Bollywood bounced back thanks to a string of superhit sequels. &lt;strong&gt;But some movies such as Lage Raho and Rang De Basanti didn't just make money. They slipped into your heart., tugged at your soul. 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