tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61454692850779829682024-02-19T07:50:19.192+05:30CrashOnBoardEyed EverywhereVarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145469285077982968.post-64402279870330372572009-05-12T16:18:00.002+05:302009-05-12T16:20:30.102+05:30Written in the wombHe’s sleeping with his toes <br />Curdled to his chest<br />Floating like an underwater<br />Seed at his best<br />Caressed by her womb<br />As he grows in that nest<br />Of the world, what he knows<br />He’s dreaming of the rest<br /><br />All that he dreams <br />With his black little pearls<br />Are blues and greens<br />And white sea gulls<br />Those dreams that have sung<br />His sweet lullabies<br />Would turn as a rung<br />To climb miseries<br /><br />He’s waiting for the spout <br />Of his special igloo <br />To let him go out<br />And find some clue<br />On all that I say<br />To bear his doubts<br />Of the world, what he knows<br />He’s steering his sprouts <br /><br />Wherefrom he is laid <br />On his bed of rose<br />Wrapped by her side<br />And held by her close<br />There from he has clung<br />To those endless ropes<br />On which would be hung<br />His vacuumed hopes<br /><br />He would play few years <br />As she leaves him alone<br />With a maid and fears<br />Of her absence at home<br />Thereon gets his life <br />Into restless routines<br />He would run on his wheels<br />And then get to teens<br /><br />If he then be a prey <br />For the Shakespearean race <br />He would get him a stray <br />In the love furnace <br />For the sake of his love<br />He would act as a slave<br />With all done above <br />To be blamed at his grave<br /><br />He would walk into midst <br />Of his second thirty<br />When his dark eye lids<br />Couldn’t bear reality<br />All he would see<br />In this selfish crowd<br />Will sink probity<br />For coins been bowed<br /><br />With few such decades <br />Gaspingly gone<br />Drained with the invades<br />Of struggles bygone<br />He would turn those pages <br />Of his great history<br />And find those cages<br />Of his locked fantasy<br /><br />What has he lived <br />To call it a life<br />Was it believed <br />To keep him alive<br />Has he done justice<br />To his wills and wants?<br />Have had practice <br />To give up for bonds.<br /><br />He would see this earth <br />As a mean vulture <br />Would mourn his birth<br />And curse nature<br />Then all he would need<br />Is to get back into her<br />With someone to heed<br />In that little shelter.<br /><br /><br />So sleep little bird <br />Dream lots as a smug<br />You shall not be disturbed<br />Let peace come and hug<br />Then your final shroud<br />Would feel so proud <br />Of collecting in your hood <br />Only dreams of the goodVarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145469285077982968.post-57619279316747615342008-10-23T13:01:00.002+05:302008-10-23T13:35:29.388+05:30Suicide - It's only a moment's wrong decisionOne among the latest statistics on mental health has published that 8500000 men and women die out of killing themselves every quarter of a year on earth out of which 60 % is under 18. Be it now a little moderate figure, might turn out to be 15000000 in 2010. Every member of the WHO has been suggested to take measures to prevent this rate from going up with just not even ¼ of the world’s medical practitioners as psychiatrists. It’s threatening to know that even one among the children in our neighborhood whom we would have been watching, playing cheerfully and biding us a ‘Hi’, might get him caught into this moment’s thought of ending up his life at some point unable to bear the stress that the modern world has brought in him. Concerns from psychology say that even if you doubt someone with an urge to kill himself that is being expressed by him causally out of frustration, do talk to him in friendly terms and assure that everything around him in this world exist to be utilized by him for living and not to die. <br /><br />If he knows – 8400000 of different species live on earth out of which 900000 are various types of aquatics, 2000000 are different varieties of plants, 1100000 species are insects, 1000000 varieties are birds, 3000000 types are beasts and only 400000 species are human being. Having come to earth as aquatics, then as Plants, then as insects, later as birds, finally as beasts to reach this distinctive man with a special rational power, being the least count of all the living beings on earth but the best, having traversed through 8000000 species to attain this life, shouldn’t he be bold to get through just one life to its fullest?<br /><br />A thought on how would that moment’s thought of killing himself standing on the top of a cliff, would take a turn if he could hear these 8000000 species tell him their stories and here I go……………………………………… <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Touch of the destiny </span><br /><br />Hollow depths throw open their arms <br />I stand on the top of the cliff in qualms<br />My in-man orders to kill myself <br />I have never seen a good of its own self <br /><br />From the time I had known my first desires <br />I was thrown to the heaps of failures<br />Not a single ray of hope in bliss<br />I have seen in life to have brought success<br /><br />As I mourn of my past to grab my death <br />A voice across as a thunder breath<br />Shakes me hard and blows my cheeks<br />Taps my mind to listen to these shrieks<br /> <br />“Foggy winds do blow everyday <br />I am a twig on the breast of the roaring bay<br />Haunting are the clouds that gather seaward<br />Will I still bear flowers to stay not withered?<br /><br />Scary eagles do hunt all nights <br />I am a baby bird, on the leafy heights<br />When the sun is up the valleys ahead<br />Will I see her again? She guards my bed<br /><br />Million legs give rarely a way <br />I gather little grains as an ant for my hay<br />When the winter comes to give me a lay<br />Will I still be there to dine and play?<br /><br />Watchful sharks do live in the sea <br />I am born under water as a fish to be <br />As I swim across those miles to my place<br />Will I have all strength to battle their chase?<br /><br />Hungry leopards stay hidden from my sight <br />I live in the woods as a deer with my plight<br />When I am seen by them as they look for their prey<br />Will I save myself? With them I fray”<br /><br />Hollow depths throw open their arms <br />I stand on the top of the cliff in qualms<br />When the lives of those tiny beings are heard<br />Will I step forward as a limping coward?<br /><br />When an ant so small, a bird so tender <br />A fish, a deer and a twig so slender <br />Could stand so firm to face reality <br />Could fight for life with finality<br /><br />Why did I think to give it an end? <br />What did I do to get it mend?<br />My life is better than those of these races<br />I, as a highest should meet tough phases<br /><br />Though I am gifted with the rational power <br />A precious one that shall make me braver<br />Every other breed doesn’t blame its cradle <br />Except for me whose thoughts are feeble<br /><br />I turn my feet to look what’s behind <br />Fame and praises of my future signed<br />I need to shred my veins to my best<br />Will they fall as fruits in my hand if I rest?<br /><br />Those who fear to challenge the world <br />Would sink their goals with needs running cold<br />Men who dare for lessons untold<br />Are ones who get their visions unfoldVarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145469285077982968.post-58489207665033319542008-08-25T17:04:00.008+05:302008-08-25T20:13:21.242+05:30Top ten to secure <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p><span style=""> </span>It was the occasion of my cousin’s 1<sup>st</sup> marriage anniversary. A party was hosted by the couple in their premises. The living room was so carefully decorated to pull a ‘Wow!’ from all of us. The TV unit exhibits a huge collection of expensive show pieces from The Life Style all well placed and carefully set. Sparkling Italian dining glassware sits safe into a showcase of the dinning hall. A well arranged kitchen smiles proudly at the other ladies. A bed room so gorgeous one could have never seen in a house that belongs to an upper middle class family, symbolizes the newly married couple. As we sat on her cot and had our teeth munch with various topics, her husband, who came into the bed room in search of their marriage photo album, opened their posh wooden wardrobe which had no lock. When everyone appreciated my cousin’s consciousness on cleanliness, leaving the last rack of the store unnoticed, I was shocked to see those photocopies of all their personal documents, although secured in files, kept in an unlocked area to which anyone can have an access. When I tried to get her know the consequences of her carelessness, as with many young people, she didn’t consider that as a major fault. Most of us tend to take things easy until something warns us literally in reality. Why do old people at home ask us to keep certain documents secure? Why talk of the originals when even the photocopies have to be secure?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Top nine picks to </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">secure</span>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">1.</span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Your date of birth, full name and your credit card number </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Anyone who gets to know this combination can easily break your account that is in pack with the credit card belonging to the same bank.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.</span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Your date of birth, full name, passport number and dates of expiry and issue</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Anyone who gets to know this combination can duplicate your passport as their photo identity and apply for a credit card or a personal loan (private banks are too greedy to get a customer and they lack much procedures). </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Also international terrorism uses this as an easy technique to mislead the authorities in concern.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">3.</span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Your pan card number and your full name</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">People could file taxes in your account and could also earn interest out of it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">4</span>.<span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">The area of your marriage registration</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Anyone who gets to know this can acquire a copy of your marriage certificate (it’s possible in Indian environment) and find your full address. He may engage in family partnership businesses in your name.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">5.</span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Passport size photographs with anything other than white background.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">Most dangerous that it can be easily manipulated onto duplicate documents.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">6.</span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Photocopies of your property documents </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">They can be easily duplicated and sold on your behalf. Even revealing of the survey number is not advisable.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">7.</span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">The gazette copy number you have changed your name with</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">Your name could easily be used by someone who indulges in malpractices.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">8.</span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Your professional visiting card</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Do not trust anyone and offer your professional visiting for he may use it for unnecessary obligations or dupe his influence with you to offer unwarranted favor to an innocent.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style=""> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight:bold;">9.</span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Your email address</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Only someone knows your email id he can pull your interest to things that you don’t need.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">In all the above cases you would be the final convict even after 20 years in which case you might not even know the crime you are blamed for.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> VarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145469285077982968.post-41504186583459913762008-08-21T00:17:00.007+05:302008-08-21T17:37:39.427+05:30DES - The Dollar Effect Syndrome<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxiHQXfNX4Rw6A1hwjaqjv32gY3QhLwDkJEjLUSRQ6KscMZXRiWBLahDXkm9KS14elioIvOsta67h7IkUSOXlMoK0wmqfXzWbdCc6ShYlxEhroko2ikMSMq21DFKUJ74m9ebF5Ip0KKN5/s1600-h/P1010392.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236941398633059634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxiHQXfNX4Rw6A1hwjaqjv32gY3QhLwDkJEjLUSRQ6KscMZXRiWBLahDXkm9KS14elioIvOsta67h7IkUSOXlMoK0wmqfXzWbdCc6ShYlxEhroko2ikMSMq21DFKUJ74m9ebF5Ip0KKN5/s320/P1010392.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">As I walked across the arrival stretch of the Melbourne airport, I was surprised by that name board held high by a man whose head was almost unseen amidst of his heavy body. It signed a name so pleasant and I approached him recognizing myself to be received. So were the other aspirants of the same University. Holding my breath with the unbearable cold wind blowing my nostrils, I must have thought, I was left safe in a fairly decent inn that can provide me with all the basic necessities at a nominal cost. Having in mind those quotations that my consultant had given about the living cost of this alien land, I bid a graceful bye to the guy and checked in. The check-in form had all those promising facilities that the inn provided. The receptionist could see a charming smile on my face which soon had absconded with the notice of the final figure that appeared most unkind to the eyes of an Indian who had only dreamt that to be her first day salary at work someday in future – 77 $ per day with only a breakfast and drinking water from the tap. I knew that the travelers cheque of 3000$ that I had proudly carried trans-continent, is soon in danger.<br /><br />Every dinner at the cheapest possible outlet penalized me with at least 1000 in Indian currency. By then I had stopped drinking coffee to save 100 Rs a day on it. A spiral wheel of nostalgia would then start running between my eyebrows with that old Indian melancholy music at the background - It was a sleepy Sunday morning; So difficult was it to brush my teeth and ask for a coffee; It did come with a great aroma on my table with her morning wishes but all that I returned were complaints- “Mama! How many times should I tell you not to give me one like what you have? I am not a diabetic like you”. Now give me a coffee with no sugar or glass full of sugar I can sip it. It’s heavenly if it comes for 50 cents. What a drastic change in life! A course of 7 days in a different land taught me that I would starve and die one day if I even unconsciously finger a dollar to rupees and I better train my eyes to look at dollars as normal as rupees. Factually, one from a country of lower economics on living abroad in a higher economical background can never overcome his abacus multiplications on relating currencies of these two different countries. DES – The Dollar Effect Syndrome. This would make an Indian feel like a fish out of pond in countries like Australia, USA and the UK, the luxury of which is inviting but consequentially, suppressing. When their sons and daughters break theirs heads to compromise with this pathetic situation there, one stays envying them on hearing talks of their great life styles spoken proudly by their parents in India. What a funny world! </div>VarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145469285077982968.post-34721278023687535272008-08-12T12:40:00.003+05:302008-08-12T12:44:31.604+05:30Aren't we guilty?<link href="/css/spellcheck.css" type="text/css" rel="stylesheet"><div align="justify">Every Sunday afternoon after a great variety meal, we sit to watch our favorite channels in the television, some getting us entertained and some getting us informed of what’s happening around. As we keep scrolling up and down the end product of laziness or of the so called advancement of science, the remote control, we get stuck ourselves to our new cozy sofa, sometimes with even dozing heads pretending to watch but listen. On one such afternoon in one of the TV channels, was a headline issue followed by its details as to be happening in Japan.</div> <div align="justify">
<br />- A new born being taken care by a home for orphans, unclaimed by both his official parents and his surrogate mother. The surrogate mother, having no claims by law is obviously not considerate. But it’s painful to notice that the couple, who had been so much desperate to have a child, who had gone to an extent of any how getting one by fixing a surrogate mother, is now so indifferent in claiming him as their child or as the child of anyone of them after a divorce. What does the new born has to do with their divorce?</div> <div align="justify">
<br />When this strikes hard in our heart, do we only think of one such child in this world? Our thoughts wander around thousand such children left unclaimed, left with unidentified belonging in several such orphanages. Are we not guilty of not doing anything about it? It’s reasonable if the youth community says it’s not practical to take up one such responsibility on their heads, when they themselves are thriving hard to find their identity in the society (There are of course strict laws that prohibit young couple from adopting children unless they have a valid reason to do so. Also one should have sound financial back up to get one home). But what can be opinionated on <strong>rich</strong>, old people who seem to be calling themselves as great souls to have accomplished all their responsibilities in an exemplary manner towards their family. Having done all this that’s needful for their grandchildren, aren’t they guilty of sitting with the newspaper and on phone with friends and family to pass the last few years of their lives? Will the old think? Every drop makes an ocean. Even a minute thought about this will make a huge impact.
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<br /><strong>Cradle uncared</strong></div><strong></strong> <div>
<br />Beetle bites on a fresh blossom
<br />Of crystal pink and a smile awesome
<br />How can the nature be so gruesome?
<br />To leave him in grab of a deadly spasm.</div> <div>
<br />A bud that has come out of sadistic root
<br />Or a seed that has formed in an eaten fruit
<br />A boon that’s uncared by unkind divorce
<br />Or a god who has escaped a family curse.</div> <div>
<br />He sleeps with his cotton like fingers on hold
<br />To the rods of the orphanage cradle, it’s cold
<br />Whenever he wakes for his hunger and heed
<br />In his eyes, is a thirst for his mom didn’t feed.</div> <div>
<br />Ten billion kids on parental care
<br />He is alone as a deserted heir
<br />No directions fall on his lonely path
<br />Only swampy love can set him in froth.</div> <div>
<br />The rest of the blooms get some water
<br />Has he been born to starve and wither?
<br />If fate can be wild and act so perverse
<br />Hands can be fair to help him traverse.</div> <div>
<br />Why won’t he love his couch to be swung?
<br />What should he care if lullabies are sung?
<br />Why won’t the doors of the kind open?
<br />And let him live life as no orphan.
<br /></div>VarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145469285077982968.post-35717392068542821442008-08-08T12:47:00.002+05:302008-08-12T12:04:44.135+05:30Landing in australia<div align="justify">It was the first alien land that I landed on, to pursue a Master’s degree in Engineering offered by the University of Melbourne and therefore to live there for two years from then. One can never guess how different it is for an international student to enter this country with her luggage weighing 48 kgs. With an idea of living an Indian life there in Australia, assuming that the rules would be the same like other countries, I walked towards the exit gate, prior to which was the secondary immigration check. Two Australian security officials checking my suitcases completely in and out stirring all that they have been stuffed with, asking too many questions on the home packed ready made food mixes, hair oil, pickles bottle (trust me it’s not that easy convincing them like in the Tamil movie “ Nala Dhamayandhi”) . The packs looked unauthenticated for them unless they have been packed by a food company in our home country with all the ingredients, batch code, manufacturing and expiry dates on them. The minute I arrived out of the exit, I had a great relief of at least having saved a little of items from their throws. That was when I understood why there were too many list of questions in the form for immigration check during the transit.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I heard a co-traveler saying “They are too cautious in saving the quality of their living”. But what has it to do with what I have brought from my country for my use? It seems there were cases dealt in the history on adulterated products from other countries being sold in Australia and they consider this as a serious threat to the quality of their lives (Just compare it with the concerned Department in India). But this is only applicable for the first entry of a person and the subsequent ones are trusted 100 percent. So if a first entrant into the country wants to save a lot of money by taking everything from India at the rate of Rupees, he would any way land in losing the difference what he would have to pay in terms of Dollars for the same. From hair oil to boot polish, pickles to sweets nothing is permitted. But spotting out the place you wanted to be dropped is easy as you have information centers brilliantly located on almost all the places near all kinds of public transport facility outlets.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">To be continued………………………………………a country a fortnight. </div>VarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145469285077982968.post-66038104854252999142008-08-06T11:17:00.003+05:302008-08-06T13:10:13.890+05:30On my First DateIt was a pleasant first date<br />So many years late.<br />By then it was for sure<br />To start a life together.<br />Although we longed to hear<br />Explain each other<br />No words got on tongue<br />I only had this poem sung.<br /><br /><strong>You are my soul</strong><br /><br />Who fell in love<br />With the prince of Haden<br />It’s me queen Venus<br />The moon’s maiden<br /><br />All around me<br />Seem to be in glaze<br />All that I see<br />Turned to be your face<br /><br />How did I tame<br />My words to be sweeter<br />All with your name<br />How long would I hanker<br /><br />Although my eyes<br />Have lost their lids<br />Dreams that spice<br />Have moistened my beds<br /><br />Where have they gone<br />My sleep and my hunger<br />You are my dawn<br />Who made me a songster<br /><br />Laughed to myself<br />Gone crazy I wondered<br />Anger would help<br />Your thoughts when hindered<br /><br />When will your arms<br />Show me you are warm<br />One million swarms<br />Would rush through my swamp<br /><br />What will I do<br />If you keep me away<br />Will buy you the heaven<br />Just glance me a sway<br /><br />I am your heart<br />And you are my soul<br />Don’t keep us apart<br />Death charges the tollVarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145469285077982968.post-36754006285450772612008-08-06T11:17:00.002+05:302008-08-06T11:48:33.507+05:30Starter's DilemmaWhen I was three year old, on my worried mom’s pester, I was too smart to dodge writing my home work as if I had difficulty only in starting it. The smartest (!) girl in our class ten, kept our Chemistry teacher guessing on how prompt she could ever submit her assignments, by asking too many doubts on the previous date of submission as if she only found it hard to start. I had a routine of writing one proxy leave letter per day at college as my friends posed as if they were only too lazy to start writing one. Every official meeting held towards beginning a new project seems to be filled with hundred discussions all apart from the intentions as if it needed only a one start. I gazed at a swimming pool with nothing really happening there for thirty minutes, spilling only smiles every half a minute at him on my first date, my mind being brushed hard to start talking those initials before our nuptials (I did write a poetry instead. Check it in this blog). My dad is yet to take his first morning walk to tuck his belly in, since I advised him a year ago, pushing the good start to every next day. What is it that’s common among all age groups? <br /><br />I was so active in thinking that I should start writing on a blog something everyday to the interest of several blog followers. But was the tick in my mind to pen thick or thin as fast as my curiosity? Just before I could sit with my laptop I had one million topics to write on, all vanishing in Just-In-Just-Out mode as soon as the cursor stood on the writing pane of my blog. Would this be the case with several such starters, the best topic to start my first write up would be Starter’s Dilemma. At least once you must have gone through a state which shows that your instinct doesn't help your spontaneity of giving a good start for something that you wish to try out new or you are expected to begin. That’s the most common issue – Starting Trouble. An enthusiast finds it as an obstacle when he so much wants to show his capabilities while an escapist uses the same as a tool to defend his self esteem in the view of others. <br /><br />Pondering beyond this border of just calling it a starting trouble, I find it as the egoistic fear in enthusiasts - people fearing about comparisons of their productions with those of other equals, I find it as a fear of incompetence in the naive – fearing how he would be taken as competent for the work by others. If none of these factors control the producers will they not give an excellent start for all that they long to exhibit? If one expresses his own fashion of doing things targeting self satisfaction in all that he does with no unbound expectations, having in mind that the world wouldn’t sink the next day, comparisons or comments are no limitations.<br /><br />Just to push my writing on ‘The Starting Trouble’ I had to use the word, "write” seven times to help it start. Hope you guys would pass some comments on this without any Starting Trouble.VarshaVijayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07135283512862298343noreply@blogger.com4