<?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-36647675</id><updated>2011-12-20T09:58:26.599+05:45</updated><category term='constitution'/><category term='Story'/><category term='kdeeptea'/><category term='Good Women of China'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='my cup of coffee'/><category term='Men are Mountains and Women are Water'/><category term='Young Conservation Leader Award 2009'/><category term='Yatra'/><category term='politics'/><category term='youth'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='governance'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Deepti Khakurel'/><category term='Nepal'/><category term='paintings'/><category term='Anxiety'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>My CUP OF COFFEE</title><subtitle type='html'>My world of words engraved with feelings ...........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-6096624307370512491</id><published>2011-12-19T16:23:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:42:37.625+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men are Mountains and Women are Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deepti Khakurel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Women of China'/><title type='text'>Men are mountains and women are water!</title><content type='html'>Men are neither mountains nor women are water.....recently I read this Chinese saying in 'Good Women of China' by Xinran. I have almost read the book....at the moment I am reading the last chapter. The most of the stories inside the book are stories of women during the Cultural Revolution in China. Anyways, I will write more about the book and my reading in my later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every culture and context why men are labelled as strong as mountains. As if they have no feelings, they are strong, they don't shed tears or they are not movable etc etc and women....oh! They are the one who are crying, vulnerable, poor, pathetic...and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And women like water are always flowing with tears, feelings. They are soft, liquid (takes any shape) and could be changed again again with the bitterness or love etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are raped and they are blamed for it. Men often are forgotten or forgiven. Oh God! Some of the stories in the book like Hauan's or Shirin's are still haunting me. How cruel can men be and more during war times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some stories of Nepali women yet untold and unshared. And whom they should share and why ? I feel a crazy anger inside me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-6096624307370512491?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/6096624307370512491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=6096624307370512491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6096624307370512491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6096624307370512491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2011/12/men-are-mountains-and-women-are-water.html' title='Men are mountains and women are water!'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-1256758974750288412</id><published>2011-12-14T15:36:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:36:09.864+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anxiety'/><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>They call it Generalized anxiety disorder (or GAD). I cannot focus or concentrate and is really pissed off with people and things. Also with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I do have all the symptoms that I should not be having....&lt;br /&gt;# Excessive, ongoing worries and tension&lt;br /&gt;# An unrealistic view of problems&lt;br /&gt;# Restlessness or a feeling of being "edgy"&lt;br /&gt;# Irritability&lt;br /&gt;# Muscle tension&lt;br /&gt;# Headaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted these days to be over, vanish and forgiven. Oh God! how much I need you now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting I have had few hours back was not that bad. I was expecting a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;The guilt of not able to do my best would maybe kill me. I do not know how I will survive?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be with around people I love....I need a company to make me calm down...&lt;br /&gt;I do not wanted to be proud of my mistakes which were done unintentionally :(&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanted to escape away.....but I know that is not a solution.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away................but I know I could go nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-1256758974750288412?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/1256758974750288412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=1256758974750288412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1256758974750288412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1256758974750288412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2011/12/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-8404664424503312668</id><published>2011-12-13T16:42:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:42:02.207+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Murmurs ♥</title><content type='html'>Yes, after a long break...I am writing again! 2011 is almost done, weeks after weeks :) I remember myself since Feburary or March or maybe April that I was counting each weeks. Oh time flies month by month, week by week and day by day! Oh!how I want each day to pass by, each morning I wish of my evening to be finished. And why I complain ? Am I complaining ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I accidently composed something. I was angry with no reasons. Sometimes, I do not understand myself or there would be mismatch between my heart and brain. I remember few lines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ♥&lt;br /&gt;i had sold my heart&lt;br /&gt;long time back&lt;br /&gt;when I was five&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;to get a new family (I was adopted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again sold my heart&lt;br /&gt;long time back&lt;br /&gt;when i was a teen&lt;br /&gt;for a girl in my class&lt;br /&gt;who was preety but mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have again sold it&lt;br /&gt;for you, for me, for our love&lt;br /&gt;but you tell me again and again&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a heart ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-8404664424503312668?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/8404664424503312668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=8404664424503312668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/8404664424503312668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/8404664424503312668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2011/12/murmurs.html' title='Murmurs ♥'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-1063804050084790929</id><published>2010-05-11T13:34:00.002+05:45</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:00:44.127+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my cup of coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdeeptea'/><title type='text'>I need this!</title><content type='html'>Life is not the end of any theory, in fact life is just a beginning ! Oh ! at these times, I feel I am lost or submerged in the practical issues of my life??? These include many things, myself, relationships, constitution and peace, work and few more to add in the list. Are they problem ? I have no answers. But I think they are not as such- like a problem but could be one if they are not addressed wisely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with myself ~ I am still hopeful and loved to be beautiful. I love myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships ~ they are simple if you want them to be. IGNORE small things and do not let yourself compromise too hard. Try to ADJUST and be happy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constitution and Peace ~ Time is the best medication as always.  I believe in best things which are still awaited in my country.  Among 100 people, 90 people are good, 7 are critical and only 3 people are bad. Do not let the bad person to be your leader. For 90 percent, do not be heavily influenced by 7 or 3 percents. You always need 7 percent to ask Questions, don't you? This is what I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ~ I need them, to learn and earn! I cannot live without working. But I know, to be more productive and efficient in my work, I need to be focus. I wish I could swim in the energy pool. Oh I love this! At last, yes I need to solve out few things and I face the challenge. I cannot RUN AWAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i found some sheer energy and hopes to resolve many upside down. I know I am growing each day and learning to live each day of my BEAUTIFUL life! Yes, life is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo to myself:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-1063804050084790929?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/1063804050084790929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=1063804050084790929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1063804050084790929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1063804050084790929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-this.html' title='I need this!'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-6067926112378190638</id><published>2009-09-23T23:32:00.005+05:45</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:26:08.303+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Conservation Leader Award 2009'/><title type='text'>Yatra-Young Conservation Leader Award 2009</title><content type='html'>Today, I received Young Conservation Leader Award 2009, established by WWF-Nepal. I don't know how I feel/felt, there were too many questions circling over my head! Am I worth it?  Is it a right time to get this? and many more..........then I realized this would have been possible if we had not dreamt for Yatra .....not built our team...or prioritize Yatra from everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nominated for this award and when I was informed, I was happy, confused and excited...as someone thought I deserve this. At the same time I was scared, I felt my work was more important than any recognition and I have still not achieve what I was craving for...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a milestone for Yatra and myself. At this same time I felt that there are so many tasks that need to be done, so many ways that need to be paved...and so many efforts that need to be brought up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This award belongs to my yatra team....i am just a supporting hand to all the efforts of our young, bright men and women who believed/believe in change and oneself that they can bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This award was established in honor of Late Matthew Preece and Late Yeshi Lama who lost their lives in the helicopter crash at Ghunsa, Taplejung on September 23, 2006. This award aims to recognize young Nepali individuals for their dedicated and outstanding contribution to conservation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sincerely thanks everyone for supporting me throughout all these years! My efforts will be to fulfill the dreams of Late Matthew Preece and Late Yeshi Lama, as I have accepted this challenge...in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-6067926112378190638?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/6067926112378190638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=6067926112378190638' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6067926112378190638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6067926112378190638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2009/09/yatra-young-conservation-leader-award.html' title='Yatra-Young Conservation Leader Award 2009'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-1575145698724919552</id><published>2009-08-07T17:40:00.002+05:45</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:45:03.293+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nepal'/><title type='text'>संविधानमा युवा</title><content type='html'>दीप्ति खकुरेल &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;संविधानसभामा अहिले ३५ वर्ष उमेर समूहसम्मका प्रतिनिधिमध्ये २३.१३ प्रतिशत युवा छन् । त्यसमा ६०.४३ प्रतिशत महिला र ३९.५६ प्रतिशत पुरुष युवा छन् । ३९.५ प्रतिशत युवा सहभागिता प्रत्यक्ष निर्वाचनबाट चुनिएका हुन् ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;महिलाका लागि समानुपातिक प्रणालीले प्रतिनिधित्वको लागि बाटो खोलेको देखिन्छ । यसले के दर्शाउँछ भने नेपालको राजनीतिमा युवालाई प्रत्यक्ष निर्वाचनमा सहभागी गराउन सक्ने वातावरण बन्न अझै केही समय लाग्नेछ । भोट बैंक मानिने युवाहरू पुरातनवादी पितृसत्तात्मक तथा अप्रजातान्त्रिक अभ्यासबाट गुजि्रएका दलहरूबाट पीडित छन् । लैंगिक दृष्टिकोणबाट नेपालमा युवाभित्र पनि महिलाको अवस्था झनै नाजुक छ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;१६ जना युवतीले मात्र प्रत्यक्ष निर्वाचनबाट संविधानसभामा प्रतिनिधित्व गराउन सकेका छन् जसमा १५ जना माओवादी र १ जना मधेसी जनअधिकार फोरमबाट छन् ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अनुभव र उमेर कम भएकैले युवा भेदभावका सिकार भएका हुन् त ? दलभित्र जति नै सक्रियता देखाए पनि केन्द्रीय समितिको सदस्यता पाउन युवालाई सजिलो छैन । केन्द्रीय सदस्य औसतमा ४५ वर्ष वा माथि नै उमेरका छन्, प्रायः मुख्य दलमा ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यति हुँदाहुँदै पनि पहिले हुने गरेका संसदीय चुवावमा भन्दा संविधानसभामा युवा सहभागिता बढी हुनाले तीप्रति धेरैको आशा हुनु स्वाभाविकै हो । युवा सभासदप्रति आशा जाग्नुको कारण उनीहरू अरूभन्दा शिक्षित, युवा विषयप्रति संवेदनशील तथा लोकतान्त्रिक गणतन्त्रका सबैभन्दा भरपर्दा अधिवक्ता हुनुले पनि हो । अब बन्ने संविधानमा आफ्ना मुद्दा कुनै पनि नछुटुन् भन्ने नेपाली युवाको अभिलाषा किन पनि छ भने युवा सभासदको आशलाग्दो उपस्थिति संविधानसभामा छ । शिक्षा, रोजगारी, स्वास्थ्य र अरू यस्तै कुरा युवाका मुख्य मुद्दा हुन् । नयाँ संविधान समावेशी र प्रगतिशील होस् भन्ने चाहना राख्ने युवाहरू आफूलाई राष्ट्रका निम्ति उत्पादनशील बनाउन चाहन्छन् । उच्च माध्यमिक तहसम्म शिक्षा निःशुल्क तथा अनिवार्य हुनुपर्ने, शिक्षा व्यावहारिक, वैज्ञानिक, जीवन उपयोगी, सबैलाई समान र रोजगार उन्मुख हुनुपर्ने जोड अधिकांशमा छ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;त्यस्ौगरी रोजगारको प्रत्याभूति संविधानमा हुनुपर्ने, स्वरोजगारका कार्यक्रमहरूलाई राज्यले नै प्रोत्साहित गर्नुपर्ने, बेरोजगार भत्ता निश्चित अवधि र प्रक्रिया अपनाएर तथा रोजगारको लागि बिनाधितो -प्रमाणपत्र धितो राखी) मा ऋण उपलब्ध हुनुपर्ने वैदेशिक रोजगार सुरक्षा तथा रोजगारका क्षेत्रहरूमा सबैलाई समान हुनुपर्नै जस्ता प्रावधानहरू राख्नुपर्ने मान्यता राख्छन् । आधारभूत स्वास्थ्य सुविधा सर्वसुलभ तथा निःशुल्क हुनुपर्ने भन्दै युवाहरू अधिकारबाट वञ्चित नहुन संविधानबाट यस अधिकारको प्रत्याभूतिका लागि आवाज उठाइरहेका छन् । युवाहरूको समानुपातिक सहभागिता राष्ट्रका सबै क्षेत्र तथा तप्कामा संविधानले सुनिश्चित गरोस् भन्दै युवाहरू माग गरिरहेका छन् ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लोकतन्त्रको व्यावहारिक अभ्यासका निम्ति प्रचलित नियम कानुनअनुसार सोह्र वर्षको उमेरमा नागरिकता प्रमाणपत्र पाइन्छ भने मताधिकार पनि सोह्र वर्षकै उमेरदेखि पाउनुपर्छ भन्ने आवाज पनि उठिरहेको छ । यो सँगै उम्मेदवारी दिन पाउने उमेर पनि २५ वर्षभन्दा अगाडि नै हुनुपर्छ भन्ने माग युवाहरूको छ । हुन त यस्ता उमेरको हदबन्दीको निर्णयका लागि व्यावहारिकता तथा समय सापेक्षतालाई ध्यान दिनु पनि उत्तिकै जरुरी छ । यसैगरी युवाहरू राष्ट्रको आर्थिक, सामाजिक, सांस्कृतिक, न्यायिक तथा वैदेशिक नीतिको कार्यान्वयन गर्ने राज्य निकायहरूमा युवाहरूको सहभागितालाई जोड दिंँदै देश दिगो शान्ति र समृद्धिको बाटोमा अघि बढोस् भन्ने चाहन्छन् । त्यसको लागि युवाको सहभागिता अनिवार्य छ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यसो भयो भने आजसम्मको राजनीतिक परिवर्तनमा युवाको भूमिकालाई सम्मान गरेको ठहरिनेछ । अब बन्ने युवा मन्त्रालय, युवा परिषद्, युवा आयोगजस्ता निकायहरू पनि अब युवाका नेतृत्वमा हुनुपर्ने माग&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उठेका बेला यदि संविधानमा युवा सम्बन्धित प्रावधानहरू स्पष्ट रूपले उल्लेख गर्न नसकेमा सायद फेरि पनि लोकतान्त्रिक गणतन्त्रका पक्षमा लडिराखेका र राष्ट्रलाई नयाँ दिशामा अघि बढाउन सक्ने हिम्मत राख्ने युवालाई धोका हुनेछ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as published in http://ekantipur.com/kolnepalinews.php?&amp;nid=205634&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-1575145698724919552?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/1575145698724919552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=1575145698724919552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1575145698724919552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1575145698724919552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='संविधानमा युवा'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-6176583206330768324</id><published>2009-07-16T07:46:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:52:43.909+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On A Jet Plane...Chantal Kreviazuk......lyrics</title><content type='html'>I'm ... I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;(Leaving) On a jet plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-6176583206330768324?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/6176583206330768324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=6176583206330768324' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6176583206330768324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6176583206330768324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2009/07/leaving-on-jet-planechantal.html' title='Leaving On A Jet Plane...Chantal Kreviazuk......lyrics'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-3843316583548382389</id><published>2009-06-19T14:23:00.002+05:45</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:26:51.042+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>मेरो नयाँ सुरुवात</title><content type='html'>आज मैले सायद जिन्दगी को धेरै मध्येको एउटा कुराले केही निर्देशन पाएको छ । सायद अहिले को परिस्थितिमा जागिर छोड्नु सहज काम चै पक्कै होइन तर नसकिने पनि होइन रहिछ । हुन त यस्तो राम्रो जागिर सजिलै पाइने त होइन तर यसको मोल मेरो सपना भन्दा निक्कै तल रहिछ सपना साकार पार्न बाच्ने मान्छेहरु देखेर मलाई कहिले काही अचम्म लाग्ने गर्थ्यो तर सपनामा यो जीवन बाँच्न सकिन्छ र जस्तो लाग्थ्यो ? आज आकाश सफा छ, अघि पनि परेर पनि होला...सायद मैले निर्णय लिन सकेर चाहि बडी होला.....मलाई साँचै गर्व छ म केही गर्नका लागि अगाडि बड्दै छु र जस्तो पनि चुनौतिहरुको सामना गर्न म तयार छु । सहयोगका लागि सबैलाई धन्यबाद&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-3843316583548382389?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/3843316583548382389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=3843316583548382389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/3843316583548382389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/3843316583548382389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='मेरो नयाँ सुरुवात'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-4406524343058327012</id><published>2009-05-20T13:28:00.003+05:45</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:41:27.538+05:45</updated><title type='text'>My questions, Laughing Buddha and Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/ShO3jOt7oKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3wlBl0ynpnU/s1600-h/buddhathinking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/ShO3jOt7oKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3wlBl0ynpnU/s400/buddhathinking.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337811799238221986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acquainted with the Laughing Buddha just in a case to smooth my mind. I asked him with a courage few unanswered questions of my life. He replied......I could imagine him laughing and grinning maybe irritated by those stupid, unfocused and too common questions. But I found him clever enough to be as vague as my questions were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find the list .......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Should I sacrifice in terms of ...?&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the rain and thunder under an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the rain and thunder under an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he the right person for me?&lt;br /&gt;It is, and that's all it needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be a good decision to leave this ...? &lt;br /&gt;Can't the sky be as high as you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I live for myself?&lt;br /&gt;Receive all that is new like a child does. If a child can handle it so can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is important to me in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's face we shall see tomorrow. Why not embrace today's future in between?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is success to me?&lt;br /&gt;To ask the hard question is simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laughing Buddha (Budai) is admired for his happiness, wisdom and contentment.  I met him at &lt;a href="http://www.lifepositive.com/laughing-buddha.asp"&gt;http://www.lifepositive.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-4406524343058327012?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/4406524343058327012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=4406524343058327012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/4406524343058327012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/4406524343058327012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-questions-laughing-buddha-and-myself.html' title='My questions, Laughing Buddha and Myself'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/ShO3jOt7oKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3wlBl0ynpnU/s72-c/buddhathinking.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-5768765757027712568</id><published>2009-05-11T19:58:00.008+05:45</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:04:16.639+05:45</updated><title type='text'>what is happening in Nepal?</title><content type='html'>We can sense it out everywhere. We can see and feel it with everyone. In each dialogue, I find everyone (individual or community) wanted to spell their rights because there is no trust in the air.  One and only solution to this mistrust environment is to build Trust and for that we need to trust each other and ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, we are more concerned to tell others who we are and why we are unique. We are more focus on identifying ourselves.  We start introducing ourselves saying- I am dalit, janajati, madeshi or indigenous or tharu or women, third gender or………seeking and demanding privileges and sometimes we forgot to tell our names. In this quest of identity fight we are losing every essence of trust for others.  &lt;br /&gt;some list of problems …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, have you realized that we have stopped trusting everyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust our Constituent Assembly because they do not represent us and do not think they will reproduce a well written and inclusive constitution and if they do, we do not trust those provisions will ever be implemented &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust our system as it has always been so weak to work pro people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust the governments because they are so much unstable, weak and useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust political parties because they do not represent people rather they represent corruption, violence, greediness, selfishness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust judiciary as they never exist for justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust security, police, army because they violate, create fear, are corrupted and if not they are helpless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust our leaders because they use and manipulate us for their interest and are the main actors of demolishing country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust civil society because they are just creating their space and are only accountable to their political parties not representing us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust developmental organizations as they are corrupted for dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust our neighboring countries as they dominate us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not trust our family, friends, colleagues, neighbors or a stranger next to us sitting in a bus with or without reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one day suddenly we won't  trust ourselves as we could not survive with us a supreme human factor called TRUST which can change anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-5768765757027712568?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/5768765757027712568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=5768765757027712568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/5768765757027712568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/5768765757027712568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-happening-in-nepal.html' title='what is happening in Nepal?'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-6628581029251503267</id><published>2009-02-03T15:48:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:49:08.509+05:45</updated><title type='text'>ummmm.....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the world seems to be unknown and strange with a peculiar grin of skeptic attitude.  At that time I wonder where do I stand? Alone or towards the great mass of Hippocrates.  I have started feeling helpless these days, no wonder which is making me more lethargic. I am aware of few reasons but speaking truth nothing motivates me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i frustrated or confused? I didn’t know nor I want to know rather I just want to get out of this pity mood.  Maybe I need something like an energy drink or a miraculous bath which sway away my slow moving cells of my body.  I don’t want to plan from tomorrow...I don’t trust that strategy.  What I want to do is just jump back to myself. This low energy is killing me for sure.  Will update how things gonna change..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-6628581029251503267?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/6628581029251503267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=6628581029251503267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6628581029251503267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6628581029251503267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2009/02/ummmm.html' title='ummmm.....'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-1187337163952850149</id><published>2008-10-13T16:57:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:58:34.425+05:45</updated><title type='text'>lonely me</title><content type='html'>My Punti died on 11 October 2008....i am so lonely and sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-1187337163952850149?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/1187337163952850149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=1187337163952850149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1187337163952850149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1187337163952850149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2008/10/lonely-me.html' title='lonely me'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-7738972880976596197</id><published>2008-10-02T12:45:00.003+05:45</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:08:10.465+05:45</updated><title type='text'>few thoughts...on myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SOR2WD8QMDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aHr-OeANGtQ/s1600-h/friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SOR2WD8QMDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aHr-OeANGtQ/s400/friends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252453186808066098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know… I know.. people that I was lost like a wolf…somewhere and nowhere. This is life…isn’t it ?  Its never the same and back again and it keeps on flowing and spilling and nurturing and sometimes frustrating. I just wonder what I am doing with my life….i know clearly what I am doing with it rather the confusion is whatever-happening is intentional or deliberate. And frankly…I swear I don’t have any answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am happy and sometimes I am not….sometimes I am blue when a good friend of mine cancels the lunch appointment and calls again or my best friend gets annoyed because she is hearing my stuffs from the outsiders. I love you guys….Suddenly, I am an achiever but so lonely without you all which make me realize what I don’t have by my side…my frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is the first of its kind in my blogging life….yesterday a stranger asked me “Are you a journalist?”…that was quite absurd Q from the visitor of my blog site. I replied “No, I am not”….isn’t it awkward for myself that he didn’t notice that I was too slow and passive and I have updated since July. So, my personal musings…….just roaming again…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-7738972880976596197?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/7738972880976596197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=7738972880976596197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/7738972880976596197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/7738972880976596197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-thoughtson-myself.html' title='few thoughts...on myself'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SOR2WD8QMDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aHr-OeANGtQ/s72-c/friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-885116691363042258</id><published>2008-07-16T15:10:00.019+05:45</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:37.240+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>My Lady Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SRxd2zBKSTI/AAAAAAAAAII/lVvdrTDDge4/s1600-h/Deepti+being+Monalisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SRxd2zBKSTI/AAAAAAAAAII/lVvdrTDDge4/s400/Deepti+being+Monalisa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188860106033458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you recognize me....in Mona lisa???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3FOWXfryI/AAAAAAAAAGg/r89_Ghx-nzc/s1600-h/mona_lisa_lightbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3FOWXfryI/AAAAAAAAAGg/r89_Ghx-nzc/s320/mona_lisa_lightbox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547993132609314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that the meaning of Mona Lisa was actually My Lady Lisa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Great? A creature or an object…Leonardo Da Vinci or his (world famous) painting Mona Lisa. Well, today I had a funny thought of exploring something that I would have never done…ya paintings, history and mysteries. I browsed through many pictures of Mona Lisa which I will post here (few selected). I found few interesting stuffs like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through Mona Lisa for sometime……yes she was so natural and familiar to me which I was not expecting. She was someone who was homely, patient, dumb, restricted yet beautiful and offering to me. i find her simple, rich, decent, peaceful, promising and organized...I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mona Lisa is a painting that was painted over a four year time period by Leonardo Da Vinci. The painting was started by Leonardo in 1503 and once it was completed he kept it to himself for a few years. Da Vinci, one of the greatest painters within the Renaissance time period, a man of great talent, left few finished pieces. The painting Mona Lisa is one of the best known pieces of art from the Renaissance and Da Vinci. This painting has been reproduced more than any other artwork in the world. The Mona inspires mystery, reproduction,scientific theory, and parody throughout the world in history and today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mona_Lisa"&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_da_Vinci"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will enjoy browsing these stuffs……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3FOh3T3PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ysTRDe-uFbc/s1600-h/gimme_mona_lisa_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3FOh3T3PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ysTRDe-uFbc/s320/gimme_mona_lisa_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547996218842354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Mona and Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3E5DAaFtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2lJgLf3GiCQ/s1600-h/hidden-mona-lisa-painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3E5DAaFtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2lJgLf3GiCQ/s320/hidden-mona-lisa-painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547627158247122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Mona through a lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3E5a65dLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IxAAperUbSo/s1600-h/leonardo_monalisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3E5a65dLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IxAAperUbSo/s320/leonardo_monalisa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547633577587890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Mona and Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3E5nRsaVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qmmOZAXEeB0/s1600-h/MovieLandWaxWorksML-A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3E5nRsaVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qmmOZAXEeB0/s320/MovieLandWaxWorksML-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547636894427474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         How it started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3GS3RNNgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/__Y64yJ2YQ4/s1600-h/monalisavl5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SH3GS3RNNgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/__Y64yJ2YQ4/s320/monalisavl5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223549170195707394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Digitally Mona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-885116691363042258?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/885116691363042258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=885116691363042258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/885116691363042258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/885116691363042258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-is-great.html' title='My Lady Lisa'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SRxd2zBKSTI/AAAAAAAAAII/lVvdrTDDge4/s72-c/Deepti+being+Monalisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-1400588023099650684</id><published>2008-07-15T12:39:00.004+05:45</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:47:40.810+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='governance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Talking Water, Not Arms Management</title><content type='html'>As edited and posted at Nepal Monitor on February 3, 2007 04:48 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If arms management is hot, water management is perpetually cool in Nepal, write RABIN BASTOLA, &lt;a href="http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com"&gt;DEEPTI KHAKUREL&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nirajkhanal.blogspot.com/"&gt;NIRAJ KHANAL&lt;/a&gt;. We need a more participatory approach, they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone is talking about arms management these days, water resources management may not sound like a hot topic. But we would like to reassure you that it is perpetually a cool topic for a country endowed with immense water resources and many water management challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way to start meeting or confronting those challenges is to examine the prospects and the need for Environment Governance (EG) in the country. This is a common administrative or academic term used to describe water resource management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG is an interdisciplinary approach to water management. It attempts to make sense of governance in an environmental context. We believe we can adapt far-reaching environmental governance in the new Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, we need to address seven key elements of EG in combination with area-specific context. These key elements include: 1) Institutions and laws, 2) Participation, rights and representation, 3) Authority level, 4) Accountability and transparency, 5) Property rights and tenure, 6) Markets and financial flows, and 7) Science and risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this essay, we also try to signify the need of environmental governance for sustainable management and consumption of resources focusing on water resource sector of Nepal. We further attempt to explore the issue of governance considering it as a root of social transformation that helps to structure a well-to-do society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nepalmonitor.com/2007/02/talking_water_not_ar.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-1400588023099650684?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/1400588023099650684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=1400588023099650684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1400588023099650684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1400588023099650684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2008/07/talking-water-not-arms-management.html' title='Talking Water, Not Arms Management'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-3793075950175563480</id><published>2008-07-12T21:57:00.006+05:45</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:18:36.005+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Where is our nationality?</title><content type='html'>There are people in this world who pretend all the time. I can never understand what our leaders are up to. What is their vision for this underdeveloped, post conflicted and almost failure country? If they have any. People like me are craving and looking for these answers. Yes, we want to break through this awful situation that we have been facing from our childhood. We deserve to live a decent and developed life but we are so much buried inside our political selfishness nationally or internationally that we may never be stable and peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about the willingness of these supreme political leaders to sustain peace and actually write a new constitution of this country. They were never for peoples aspiration nor to contribute to the nation rather they always yearn for money and lust for power and positions. They are solely responsible segregating this nation apart into different caste, ethnic groups, regions, community…..in the name of inclusion. One always introduces saying that s/he either represent this group or background or region or location and more….but forgets to mention his or her name. This is really cynical that we are losing our nationality. Yes, because we are more representing the other groups than being a citizen of the same country. We are against each other, killing each other to save our communal identity but have we realized that one day we might loose everything; our nationality and the pride of being a citizen of a sovereign nation.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are proud to have a republican nation and we certainly welcome a constructive federalism. We want each part of the country to be developed. We aspire Panchthar to have a Global ICT Networking Bank, Kalikot to host International Trade market or a University of Agriculture Expertise to be established at Rajbiraj. Presumably we want Adventurous events of Summer Olympics to be organized in Nepal which will be inaugurated by our 9th lady President and many more….I know we can go through this on and on but will this be possible with the stubbornness of our leaders who always ends up with a deadlock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t this time is for stepping down with our own interest and unified for common interest to prosperous our nation? I know there are many people like me who are ready to sacrifice for our nation waiting to follow that leadership which has vision and commitment for peace, development and prosperity of the nation. Yes we are looking forward for that particular leader who will stop this game of divide and rule but flourish with solidarity and harmony. We need that leadership which will not only save our communal identity but our Nationality….as we are facing a nationality crisis…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we have that kind of leadership…now who has solution to everything and who is ready to compromise and end deadlocks…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! please help us….I see no alternatives however I am not killing my hopes either..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-3793075950175563480?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/3793075950175563480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=3793075950175563480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/3793075950175563480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/3793075950175563480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-is-ours-nationality.html' title='Where is our nationality?'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-6410757360087240367</id><published>2008-07-11T23:35:00.002+05:45</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:37.304+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><title type='text'>Civic Engagements and Young people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SHec3l1vqiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ylgTIq3Ebwk/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A citizen is having a legal identity to enjoy the rights and services provided by the State and perform certain minimum obligations, it is a vice versa process. Being a citizen is acquiring collective identities which in return institutionalize the rights and responsibilities of a person towards the State. The participation of a youth as citizen is imperative to the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Civic engagement means to feel or take the ownership or responsibility of the community or the nation. It can be participating or engaging young people in community works as well as intuitional change at the policy level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people participate, their voices are heard by the leaders, policy makers and other responsible stakeholders. In a global scenario “it matters if some voices are louder than others.”&lt;br /&gt;Civic engagement has increases awareness of communal interests breaking down bigotry and under self-esteem among youth, leading to greater understanding and trust.&lt;br /&gt;Involving in such activities provide a sense of identity, responsibilities and satisfaction, which young people are often pursuit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The civic engagements of youth not only sustain the nation but also improve the ability to overcome challenges and enhance democracy demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Youth can be a good citizen? (Indicators of Civic Engagement)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SHec3l1vqiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ylgTIq3Ebwk/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SHec3l1vqiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ylgTIq3Ebwk/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SHec3l1vqiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ylgTIq3Ebwk/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/SHec3l1vqiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ylgTIq3Ebwk/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Solving Community problem&lt;br /&gt;• Volunteering regularly for a social organization.&lt;br /&gt;• Active membership in a group or association.&lt;br /&gt;• Participating in fund-raising marathone/walkthon&lt;br /&gt;• Other fund raising for charity.&lt;br /&gt;• Voting regularly.&lt;br /&gt;• Displaying/ wearing badges, bands, signs, and stickers.&lt;br /&gt;• Contributing on campaign&lt;br /&gt;• Volunteering for candidate or political organizations&lt;br /&gt;· Protesting/ Advocating&lt;br /&gt;· Contacting the print media&lt;br /&gt;· Contacting the broadcast media&lt;br /&gt;· Contacting officialsJoining Military service/ National Services&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young people can just be as influential as any other groups in mobilizing political and/or social wills but they have to make their voices heard. The merits of youth involvement in development have been hotly contested as ‘the youth participation is a sustained and powerful mechanism in development of a country’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the youth of the world, tomorrow’s future will be defined by what you do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we all are the Global citizen, the role of a citizen varies with the need and aspiration of respective country. If young people at their age are good citizens, fulfilling their duties as well as taking up responsibilities of the society, it can be perceived that the country will thrive in future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-6410757360087240367?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/6410757360087240367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=6410757360087240367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6410757360087240367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/6410757360087240367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2008/07/young-people-and-civic-engagements.html' title='Civic Engagements and Young people'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-1328068905251600917</id><published>2007-12-12T14:53:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:37.396+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Is this what we want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/R1-mhSSMVkI/AAAAAAAAABY/thNnn71Luls/s1600-h/Is+this+a+PEACE+we+want.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/R1-mhSSMVkI/AAAAAAAAABY/thNnn71Luls/s400/Is+this+a+PEACE+we+want.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143012390254433858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:498.75pt;" ole=""&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\DEEPTI\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.emz" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:oleobject type="Embed" progid="Word.Document.8" shapeid="_x0000_i1025" drawaspect="Content" objectid="_1258977462"&gt;   &lt;o:wordfieldcodes&gt;\s&lt;/o:WordFieldCodes&gt;  &lt;/o:OLEObject&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;Is this what we want?... I got it on the way to Babarmahal. I found it very cynical and ironical to what my country is going through. Every time we talk about PEACE and we want it at the cost of massive bloodshed and destruction. I really hate this. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Few weeks back one of my colleagues inspired me by saying “For a country to progress one generation must sacrifice and history has proved this.” I thought about this a lot and found myself ready to sacrifice my youth, ambitions and desires for my country. But when I find myself inside a nation where there is terrorism, immunity and violence…I am really sacred. Still I have courage to live here for change…….&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you may say I am a dreamer but I am not the only one…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-1328068905251600917?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/1328068905251600917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=1328068905251600917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1328068905251600917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/1328068905251600917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-this-what-we-want.html' title='Is this what we want?'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/R1-mhSSMVkI/AAAAAAAAABY/thNnn71Luls/s72-c/Is+this+a+PEACE+we+want.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-8222450612364140998</id><published>2007-06-20T21:50:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:37.599+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Being Single………….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RnlSijrpeXI/AAAAAAAAABE/La92oK4Q3jI/s1600-h/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078180808484288882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RnlSijrpeXI/AAAAAAAAABE/La92oK4Q3jI/s400/silence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The two needles of Q and Q watch were moving like the march of ant which have neither desire to reach the destiny nor choice to stop. Seema realized that the day had crept away with no changes in her life. She unwontedly admitted that Pritam wouldn’t return at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seema, sway away her curls from her forehead and closed her eyes. At the age of 22, Seema was still beautiful as when she was married at 18 with few lines conquered beneath her eyes representing the struggle to survive. Before few months, she used to have few girlish desires as any other women of 22 have. When she gave birth to her first child as a girl seven months before, she thought she was never happy. She felt the real pleasure of enjoying her womanhood; the proud ness of being a woman and a mother at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pritam and Seema were married four years ago with the fact that they would learn to love each other. As the consequence of their marriage, they were happy to share the bond and were attached to each other immediately. Despite of variation in their lifestyles, choices of music, foods and moods, they learnt to respect each other. Truly, they supported each other in every reasons, points and aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pritam, worked as a teacher in a neighborhood college of their town which was far away from the capital, earned satisfactorily to survive his mother and his family. Seema as a house wife never disappointed her mother-in–law instead she considered herself to be luck enough to have an elderly support. Seema as the only child of her educated parents brought wisdom and knowledge in Pritam’s house. She believed in simplicity, determination and had assured herself that she would be further studying as Pritam encouraged her to take a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In presence of load shedding in Kathmandu Valley, thousands and thousands of candles burnt their soul to lighten the atmosphere. Seema thought what if she burnt like a candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! If she could …….then she thought of ‘Priya!’ her only child; her gift to Pritam. She then badly missed Priya, who was living with her grandparents. Seema closed her empty eyes with no liquors inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when Pritam had called from Kathmandu to give good news of his new job, she was so excited that she nearly cried. That day only she organized everything and packed clothes of her mother-in-law, hers and Priya’s. It had been decided that Pritam was coming back to accompany them to the capital, the city of dreams. Seema thought their life was going to change for better and how much Pritam means for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seema in dismay was waiting for Pritam to back home who was supposed to come early in the morning. When the telephone rang she thought that she couldn’t speak ………..she heard her mother-in–law murmuring in a faint voice…..she heard somebody mentioned about accident……and Pritam’s death!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she woke up it was already four days since that telephone was received. At first she couldn’t think about anything………. Rampantly she was asking too herself “How could that happened?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her loving husband ‘Pritam’ died in a bus accident, it was her husband only who died in that accident. Seema thought she would die or cut into pieces. She thought no point to live…..for few days she forgot about ‘Priya’. After few days of rituals, she wondered about her presence but as each day passes by the more she thought about Priya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having such turmoil in her life, when she looked at the mirror for the first time after two months she hardly recognized herself. She was as grey as a ghost with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks. The more she tried to forget about her husband’s absence, the more her white attire tortured her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she decided to live again for herself and Priya her mother–in-law was confused. Inspite of many objections Seema started to dress as before. The things she missed were ‘Sindhur’ and ‘Pote’ which were tribute to Pritam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pritam’s death she turned herself as cold as a rock. She felt bad when her mother-in-law accused her being depraved just because she had wanted to live again. Despite of her parents many requests to stay with them she decided to live alone but left Priya for sometimes untill she settles. Seema felt remorseful for Pritam’s mother when she was thrown away from the will for the reason that Pritam’s child was not a boy. Seema decided to fight for her right which was either her fortitude or the greed to secure Priya’s future for which she was given of theone third of property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the support from her parents she applied for job at Capital and took up her studies again. Far away from her daughter, Seema always thought about possible ways to bring Priya to live with her. She felt the urge to embrace, care and kiss her innocent daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ogle her in her colorful dresses, she breathes heavily inside that burns her soul. And when girls at her age mistaken for her freedom she reflects a matured smile. She has a freedom to live alone which was definitely not her choice. And when her well-wishers ask her to get married again, she felt a stab in her stomach, left with no words and she badly misses Pritam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single and reviving her puzzled life with shattered dreams were not what she had wanted in her life but it was a fact that each day she was living with for Priya and herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Single…&lt;br /&gt;Lost in sea of grief&lt;br /&gt;Searching for that tranquility,&lt;br /&gt;Which would never exist…&lt;br /&gt;With the solitude soul&lt;br /&gt;With no choice to claim&lt;br /&gt;Empty eyes and blur past&lt;br /&gt;Guided to led life again&lt;br /&gt;Being single…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is dedicated to many known and unknown women like Seema……….for their struggle to live alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-8222450612364140998?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/8222450612364140998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=8222450612364140998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/8222450612364140998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/8222450612364140998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-single.html' title='Being Single………….'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RnlSijrpeXI/AAAAAAAAABE/La92oK4Q3jI/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-4685978642261366352</id><published>2007-06-04T23:31:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:37.877+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Splash, Splash and Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RmRXmnTGE6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kSNiNzlN7Mc/s1600-h/P6020530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072275401221739426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RmRXmnTGE6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kSNiNzlN7Mc/s400/P6020530.JPG" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up and Down&lt;br /&gt;Flying above the water&lt;br /&gt;Paddling in the air&lt;br /&gt;With all the strength&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiasm and energy…..&lt;br /&gt;Swept away and rejuvenated again and again&lt;br /&gt;By a splash… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of water, splash of life, peace and tranquility&lt;br /&gt;With the openness and&lt;br /&gt;Desire to struggle in rapids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upstream, surprise&lt;br /&gt;Twin Rock and Ladies delight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied and tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lived few hours in my life&lt;br /&gt;The way I wanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-4685978642261366352?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/4685978642261366352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=4685978642261366352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/4685978642261366352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/4685978642261366352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2007/06/splash-splash-and-splash.html' title='Splash, Splash and Splash'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RmRXmnTGE6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kSNiNzlN7Mc/s72-c/P6020530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-2054916066238856416</id><published>2007-04-18T23:00:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:38.359+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Appetizing deeptea's PIZZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZjigWcIkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FaoSebgB0t0/s1600-h/P4180119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054837076220715586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="81" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZjigWcIkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FaoSebgB0t0/s200/P4180119.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZcxwWcIjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6P52_ExNY08/s1600-h/P4180119.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZY5gWcIiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IA03wv9hIIY/s1600-h/P4180116.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054825376729801250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZY5gWcIiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IA03wv9hIIY/s320/P4180116.JPG" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I feel that I lost tranquility of my mind, for instance; thousands of thoughts tickling my mind. The same kind of day was today, I was very much mentally tired. Ever I have heard is&lt;em&gt; ‘All work and no play make Jack a dull boy’&lt;/em&gt; but for me my work is my play…and&lt;em&gt; ‘no works makes Deepti a dull girl.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I want to come out of things, when back to home I relaxed and concentrated for a while. Everyone at home had planned for Pizza night and was desperately waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I poured all my thoughts into cooking…for a special occasion, &lt;em&gt;“Papu pass ho gaya??”&lt;/em&gt; My cousin has recently graduated from college. So there was a retreat at home…too grand but in a home environment. Anyways, I love it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coordinator for the kitchen with&lt;/span&gt; the assistance ship of my mother, brother and two cousins. I missed my Baba as he was out of city… (I love You Babs). Then I cooked yummy, luscious and appetizing PIZZA and tempura of cottage cheese. Both tasted too good; I bet I would have won the title of the ‘Best Chef- Aver lived’. After few plates of snacks, glasses of Colas and slices of deeptea’s pizzas followed the Butter Scotch ice creams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was wonderful for a good dinner and celebration, which helped me to revive again through thousands of thoughts floating inside my stupid head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure you would love to have deeptea’s Pizza; it helps your mind and hunger as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Appetizing deeptea’s PIZZA: Pls contact……&lt;em&gt;but I am sorry, it’s not abundant all the time. It’s very special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZcxwWcIjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6P52_ExNY08/s1600-h/P4180119.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/36647675-2054916066238856416?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/2054916066238856416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=2054916066238856416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/2054916066238856416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/2054916066238856416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2007/04/appetizing-deepteas-pizza.html' title='Appetizing deeptea&apos;s PIZZA'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZjigWcIkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FaoSebgB0t0/s72-c/P4180119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-2579093192006951538</id><published>2007-04-17T22:41:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:38.547+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054816340118610450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZQrgWcIhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k8PIaNM6Tic/s320/P4050038.JPG" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was Mother's Day. I statred my day thinking about my mother;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother who&lt;br /&gt;loves you for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;wash your clothes&lt;br /&gt;envisions your future&lt;br /&gt;and wake up by your side&lt;br /&gt;to see your sound sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother who&lt;br /&gt;pretends to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;when you leave away&lt;br /&gt;in search of fortune&lt;br /&gt;and look forward to see you&lt;br /&gt;back home again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom for everything and always...proud to be a part of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-2579093192006951538?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/2579093192006951538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=2579093192006951538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/2579093192006951538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/2579093192006951538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiZQrgWcIhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k8PIaNM6Tic/s72-c/P4050038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-9116008099657659907</id><published>2007-04-17T00:08:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:38.691+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiPDJeP10DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9AGMgs2MFns/s1600-h/Image(347).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054097774345572402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiPDJeP10DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9AGMgs2MFns/s320/Image(347).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back again...to blog things, allright. I thought my life was sucked up somewhere...............not having some personal time. But I want to manage things and do other things besides what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am back again to my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-9116008099657659907?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/9116008099657659907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=9116008099657659907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/9116008099657659907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/9116008099657659907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZCcM0gNXls/RiPDJeP10DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9AGMgs2MFns/s72-c/Image(347).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116455713910221931</id><published>2006-11-26T21:48:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:50:39.113+05:45</updated><title type='text'>World Development Report 2007</title><content type='html'>Every year, the World Bank comes with flagship document which covers the issues based on World Bank’s analytical work. The world development report for the year 2007 is on “Development and the next generation”. The topics chosen for the report was chosen by the President and the senior management as the most important message to be brought to the world as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this report it is discussed that the investment in the development of younger generation is the best venture for all the countries. The situation of young people today presents the world with an unprecedented opportunity to accelerate growth and reduce poverty (chapter 1 of the report)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Turn this document into an instrument, a tool of your everyday work” Viviana Mangiatorra – Children and Youth Advisory, World Bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why to invest on youth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 1.5 Billion populations as youth (12-24) and 1.3 billion of them are in developing countries, which signify the largest youth bulge ever and fostering countries to invest in the next generation. The WDR 2007 focuses that the in the present global scenario, there’s never been a better time than now for countries to invest in the next generation. Despite of an enormous progress over the past 30 years in fields such as promoting primary education and decrease in infant mortality world wide; the labor market resisted to change creating more unemployment and leading to poverty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decreasing fertility rate and growing aging populations are the major factors of increasing youth bulge in the population pyramid. The situation is worse as the falling fertility rate leads to lower demographic dependence (a lot more working population) and however this dependence will increase eventually in some countries such as Europe due to the aging population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world development report remarked that this large population of young generation can also be opportunities because sooner or later this population is entering into a work force for inter-generations dependency. So by building on a stronger base of human capital and seizing the opportunities from the youth bulge in the population are the utmost assets of future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policies and institution matters- human capital and skills development&lt;br /&gt;Which paths do developing countries follow?&lt;br /&gt;The WDR lists the success and pitfalls in some countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to invest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions about investing in Youth’s five stages are important.&lt;br /&gt;·       Learning after primary school age&lt;br /&gt;·       Starting a productive working life&lt;br /&gt;·       Adopting a healthy lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;·       Forming a family&lt;br /&gt;·       Exercising citizenship&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116455713910221931?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116455713910221931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116455713910221931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116455713910221931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116455713910221931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/world-development-report-2007.html' title='World Development Report 2007'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116412733846850800</id><published>2006-11-21T22:19:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:27:18.703+05:45</updated><title type='text'>PEACE summit</title><content type='html'>Finally  Nepal at PEACE summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish this time it works and Nepal will step towards its political stability. Today at 8:29 primeminister Mr. Koirala and Prachanda, President of Maoist signed 10 points agreement. Today is the day to celebrate but still to be careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116412733846850800?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116412733846850800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116412733846850800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116412733846850800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116412733846850800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/peace-summit.html' title='PEACE summit'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116404065278237156</id><published>2006-11-20T22:21:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:22:32.800+05:45</updated><title type='text'>"when it stops being fun we stop"</title><content type='html'>"Work", work and work is the buzz word for me in this whole year. I worked to learn more, meet new people and above all for my satisfaction. I enjoying working with people I know because its fun. So true, "when it stops being fun we stop"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116404065278237156?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116404065278237156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116404065278237156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116404065278237156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116404065278237156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-it-stops-being-fun-we-stop.html' title='&quot;when it stops being fun we stop&quot;'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116395498414200162</id><published>2006-11-19T22:31:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:34:44.150+05:45</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start</title><content type='html'>Its hard to initiate but its hardest to continue it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116395498414200162?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116395498414200162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116395498414200162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116395498414200162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116395498414200162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116386939196625332</id><published>2006-11-18T22:28:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:21:27.757+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>me to myself?</title><content type='html'>Regularity is something very hard to achieve. I am facing the same problem, hanging in between issues from national to personal. I am battling with my feelings trying to save my own entity though I am not frustrated yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like why "me", "myself" is only important feeling....?? Its amazing that our needs ranges from me to myself. In one occasion I heard Mr. Dev Gurung, Maoist leader arguing upon the issues of REPUBLICAN Nepal and Industrialization besides their regular hot cakes; land reform, resources re-distribution. Still I wonder why Maoist demands the ministry of finance and land reform and management only, why don't they demand and lead Ministry of Industry or Ministry of transportation/ road. Aren't they responsible to disfigure the scenario of industries or transportation in the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared again; the problem is everyone wants to get damn rich and nobody thinks about making the country thrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116386939196625332?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116386939196625332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116386939196625332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116386939196625332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116386939196625332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-to-myself.html' title='me to myself?'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116352082919879911</id><published>2006-11-14T21:53:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:44:14.446+05:45</updated><title type='text'>My door towards understanding politics</title><content type='html'>The day was good not bad at all. I got a grant approval from SAP-Nepal, for my research, &lt;em&gt;"Women's political participation:challenges and constraints"&lt;/em&gt;, A case study of Sunsari District. Whow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the amount is small but sufficient for my research and above all I love my field work, meeting new people especially women politician. I am very much excited. The best thing is even my college has approved this research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed a new topic for me but I am eager to learn more on violence women are facing, understanding limitations on women's participation in mid level management only. I know there are 1000 things to be revealed but I am excited, lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My door towards understanding politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116352082919879911?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116352082919879911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116352082919879911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116352082919879911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116352082919879911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-door-towards-understanding-politics.html' title='My door towards understanding politics'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116343848711934311</id><published>2006-11-13T22:48:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:21:27.757+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>World is a theatre and we all are actors.</title><content type='html'>I completed a movie today after my few days effort, staying in one place for couple of hours is sometimes not possible for me. The movie was a Hindi movie, a story about love, betrayal and war or so. I was surprised by myself admitting that the particular movie made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I manage to live the characters all by myself; sometimes I feel the same pain or emotion but let me admit that this happens in the rare cases only. I wish I was an artist, living and playing with various characters, waking up as different people each day with new emotions and expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I conclude today thanking the Great Shakespeare for his saying that the &lt;em&gt;World is a theatre and we all are actors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116343848711934311?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116343848711934311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116343848711934311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116343848711934311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116343848711934311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/world-is-theatre-and-we-all-are-actors.html' title='World is a theatre and we all are actors.'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116335036100311059</id><published>2006-11-12T22:25:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:37:45.776+05:45</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why every moment you have to appear in test???</title><content type='html'>There are times when it seems the nostrils are blocked, fingers are numb and brain is dull........infact, such situation is not desirable at all.&lt;br /&gt;When I failed the test for my driving license I felt so pathetic, wrong and too bad. Though I wasn't bad at trial but my luck didn't work out that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a strong determination to pass the test at my next attempt, all the best for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why every moment you have to appear in test??? This life is full of exams huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116335036100311059?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116335036100311059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116335036100311059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116335036100311059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116335036100311059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wonder-why-every-moment-you-have-to.html' title='I wonder why every moment you have to appear in test???'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116318417843203957</id><published>2006-11-10T23:51:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:27:58.593+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6609/4100/1600/rasuwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6609/4100/320/rasuwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A trip to Rasuwa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If someone asks me what fascinates me in this world, my answer would be travelling, travelling and travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't looped around the world nor I have planned yet, but I have few experiences of traveling beyond the human boundaries along with nature, acquainting with strangers and seeing new stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whow! I wish my life full of travel...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue sea&lt;br /&gt;made me think of&lt;br /&gt;Sky in my land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expedition to an unaware mountain&lt;br /&gt;covered with soft cottons of snow&lt;br /&gt;made me shiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belonging to a nature&lt;br /&gt;made me realize&lt;br /&gt;my existence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all, travelling&lt;br /&gt;gives me tranquility of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116318417843203957?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116318417843203957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116318417843203957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116318417843203957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116318417843203957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/travelling.html' title='Travelling'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116309033736913581</id><published>2006-11-09T22:05:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:21:27.758+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Never Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6609/4100/1600/Nepalindia05Molly%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6609/4100/320/Nepalindia05Molly%20076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times?&lt;br /&gt;Suffered from a&lt;br /&gt;Excruciating struggle,&lt;br /&gt;Raged toward death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Give up!!!!!!!!!!A spirit of a true HUMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116309033736913581?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116309033736913581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116309033736913581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116309033736913581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116309033736913581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-give-up.html' title='Never Give Up'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116300727596508698</id><published>2006-11-08T22:39:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:21:27.758+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Determination is a Key to success</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On some occasions, it takes me several times to accomplish what I wanted. Whenever I try any test, a fear of failure cling to me and my confidence. And whenever I fail, I feel too bad and lonely, sometime thinking of many ways to escape from the horrible situation or trying to forget my desires and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my second thought encourages me not to give up reminding me of &lt;em&gt;"Life as a Struggle." &lt;/em&gt;There are times in life when we look at things in a different way, we have what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always wanted to be a Medical Doctor but I turned into a &lt;em&gt;"Youth Activist"(&lt;/em&gt;though I don't like to use the current designation). And to be very frank I enjoy what I am, it seems like as if I'd always wanted to be like what I am today. I thank God rather regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Determination is a Key to success"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and be determined to be an achiever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116300727596508698?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116300727596508698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116300727596508698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116300727596508698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116300727596508698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/determination-is-key-to-success.html' title='Determination is a Key to success'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116275057503980428</id><published>2006-11-05T23:26:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:01:15.116+05:45</updated><title type='text'>And he died</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was supposed to be one of the luckiest days in my life according to some daily horoscopes which I receive every day through my mail. I woke up at 2 am scared from a nightmare. My little dog &lt;em&gt;Tin Tin&lt;/em&gt; barked along with a German Shepard &lt;em&gt;Punti &lt;/em&gt;which made me more worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I went downstairs to check things and learnt that Baba had gone to see Uncle living on ground floor. I felt a certain stab somewhere...I was thinking of something wrong happening. I went back to my room and slept till morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Someone told me that Uncle died last night. He was suffering from food-pipe cancer. I used to see him everyday since 19 months, when we shifted to this house. He was an old man with his wife, son, two unmarried daughters and few married....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to a meeting I went to see his body, I had no words for anyone. I really don't know how I felt; I don't have much experience as such. When 14 Baba took me somewhere to show a dead body of a relative, which was a first encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am feeling forlorn or guilty. That Uncle's daughter had asked me to lend some money. I was only able to lend her half amount as no one was at home that time. I gave her all that I had...........I know I am feeling guilty, but I did what I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he died.......&lt;/strong&gt;his wife told me once that since past days he had wanted to die. And everyone knew he was dying. These things make me so helpless.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116275057503980428?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116275057503980428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116275057503980428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116275057503980428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116275057503980428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-he-died.html' title='And he died'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116266203050238846</id><published>2006-11-04T22:55:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:21:27.759+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Positive+Negative+Positive</title><content type='html'>I thought that he was arrogant and assertive when I first met him. So I thought of keeping few paces away for him. The next time I met him, I found he tried to ignore me........that was damn funny. Unfortunately, on one occasion both of us were working on the same project, so we were speaking at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was totally wrong.........he was a friendly person with a good sense of humor and was very responsible for his jobs. We chatted and shared many secrets of our work and were amazed to enjoy each others company. We talked about our perceptions and prejudice for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was wrong to know this person before because sometimes we perceive what we wanted the other way. We try to judge people in their first impression and develop a perception which later becomes more and more strong and influencing. The worst part is we try to see negative traits first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the best thing I guess is rather being judgmental we should try to ponder through the good things people have. We should look at the glass with half filled water rather than half empty glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to put forward negative criticism, feedback or comments is in a SANDWITCH form which is put &lt;em&gt;Positive+Negative+Positive&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to see thing with its beauty and to appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116266203050238846?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116266203050238846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116266203050238846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116266203050238846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116266203050238846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/positivenegativepositive.html' title='Positive+Negative+Positive'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116248535865915937</id><published>2006-11-02T21:50:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:58:26.618+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>"Always think Good, it may save us at times."</title><content type='html'>There was a man who left his home after the big fight with his wife. He climbed mountains for 2 days and was very tired. Then suddenly, he saw lord Shiva and he went next to him. He shook and woke up &lt;em&gt;Lord Shiva&lt;/em&gt; who was very furious and angry. But the man pleaded and begged for a wish to get what he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Shiva granted him his wish and vanishes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with his wish the man walked towards the woods. He desired for yummy food and there it was, fashionable clothes and he was dressed perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he entered the woods, he thought it was getting dark and it was dark in the evening, he thought what if a TIGER comes there and guess what there was a big urrr.urrr...of a tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought what if the tiger eats him and GUESS what...off course the tiger snatched the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story is "Always think Good, it may save us at times."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116248535865915937?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116248535865915937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116248535865915937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116248535865915937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116248535865915937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/always-think-good-it-may-save-us-at.html' title='&quot;Always think Good, it may save us at times.&quot;'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116239834614353463</id><published>2006-11-01T22:02:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:10:46.153+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Someday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday he'll come along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the man I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday let it not be too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for him to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let my instinct help me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to find him, around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let my heart make a big shout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he can hear &amp; believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted myself to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be blushed, as a rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he'll kiss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hold me tightly as shy goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday he'll hold my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to search his fortune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday he'll come along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the man I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday he'll come along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to take me away (with him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116239834614353463?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116239834614353463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116239834614353463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116239834614353463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116239834614353463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/11/someday.html' title='Someday....'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116231737154350819</id><published>2006-10-31T22:21:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:21:27.760+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>"Time and tide wait for none".</title><content type='html'>I always do remember my school Principal, as he used to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Time and tide wait for none".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I used to realize this only after the arrival of my exams but now when I ponder and memorize my previous days I am taken aback. I can't arrange all the things together, this makes me shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think that we haven't change, I don't understand that why we lie to our self. Sometimes I feel myself a complete another personality resisting the fact that time hasn't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn pages of old diary it showed me how fast our clocks are moving their needles, even when the batteries were off. I wonder if I can work hard and achieve what I want in this short life-time. There are so many things to be done in this world and how time passes by making efforts to change or to begin changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish if every second unwinds for few occasions, and we can rectify things in a better way as we always wanted or regretted for. &lt;em&gt;Time is precious, an old say but absolutely true, which is only realized when it passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116231737154350819?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116231737154350819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116231737154350819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116231737154350819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116231737154350819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-and-tide-wait-for-none.html' title='&quot;Time and tide wait for none&quot;.'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116222759191805631</id><published>2006-10-30T22:31:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:51:48.674+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Happiness is Voyage</title><content type='html'>I promised myself someone to do a minor favor some time before but always forget it. And when I see him, it haunts me like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wasn't asked but felt myself responsible to bring smile in an old man face.......why this happens to meh, I want to do something for people who doesn't expect. Well this was the day........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned few things.......the first and last one, which is striking my mind is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is voyage not the destination and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS NO BETTER TIME TO BE HAPPY THAN RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So &lt;/strong&gt;Be happy everytime, life is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116222759191805631?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116222759191805631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116222759191805631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116222759191805631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116222759191805631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/10/happiness-is-voyage.html' title='Happiness is Voyage'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116214159502991197</id><published>2006-10-29T21:50:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:51:35.103+05:45</updated><title type='text'>What Should Be Done Is More Important</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Women empowerment is only possible when women are economically sustained&lt;/em&gt;". Today I came across two contrast issues. In the morning I read a feedback for a women column by a quality controller engineer. He was addressing issues related with violence against men by women. He himself was a poor fellow, cheated by his first wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was an interview of a women activist who was working for women empowerment, assisting many illiterate women through micro-credit program in Bodikhel, near Godavari. The lady was prioritizing economical empowerment as well as the basic tool to achieve gender balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, I am off with all the gender theories.........equity, equality. What I feel is in most of the cases equity segregates two gender apart and which is bad. I know the poorest of poor is a woman in developing countries like mine but there are also some privileged group who are always being opportunistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the things aren't easy.......but my few experiences and involvement in working for woman health in rural areas tells me that access to education is the only solution. Its not who is pulling whose legs but &lt;strong&gt;what should be done is more important&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I am a woman, I enjoy every moment of it. But there are times that I envy my brother when he gets ready sooner that me or is able to drive faster.......I am lucky enough to be a privileged woman getting all the best I can have, so I won't be deserving a lady's first treat.....when I meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish if there was a single race of Human Being.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116214159502991197?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116214159502991197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116214159502991197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116214159502991197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116214159502991197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-should-be-done-is-more-important.html' title='What Should Be Done Is More Important'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116205646097028730</id><published>2006-10-28T22:50:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:12:46.230+05:45</updated><title type='text'>YOU CAN DO IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you think you can do it, you are right..............and if you think you can't do it you are again right&lt;/em&gt;....... Thinking makes your determination strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this somewhere and found it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are determined the success is yours and if you loose a single string you are gone with empty hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So today I feel like doing all the things right in my life....... (&lt;strong&gt;I can do it&lt;/strong&gt;) as well as winning a good GPA.  In fact, I will wake up early in the morning and get ready for the work;&lt;strong&gt; I can do it&lt;/strong&gt;, though I am a bit lazy during morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn the formula&lt;strong&gt; YOU CAN DO IT&lt;/strong&gt; (YCDI) and you will achieve what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116205646097028730?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116205646097028730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116205646097028730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116205646097028730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116205646097028730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-can-do-it.html' title='YOU CAN DO IT'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116197110306618298</id><published>2006-10-27T23:05:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:26:26.020+05:45</updated><title type='text'>The World is divided into TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I feel ..........exactly like a dog crossing busy road. I am really scared about that. But I don't understand why the human nature is always demanding where at the other side of the coin, people are dying of hunger, kids do not go to school and everywhere n everything is ruined and destroyed....................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have seen so many hopes in people's eyes; there always is a desire to li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ve, to survive. Now, I am understanding the philosophy why people say that Life has to go on........it must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I 'm being nostalgic ....some flashbacks during my Tsunami Internship at coastal areas of South India are hunting me, maybe this is the result of Elayaraja's email. He was the staff of PIC-India where I worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write my experience and learning of me Internship but maybe some other time, and my struggle too where there was no words to speak and no language to understand. It was all alone the humanity that I understood their pain.....they were people who lost their beloved ones, and I tried to be with them in a way I could and be useful...still remaining a dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did something creative, I made a house of my old visiting cards which were lying on my book rack since few months. I painted them...tried some Mithila art. Well it looked ok not bad but I know I am not a good artist. The other thing I did was watching &lt;em&gt;Motorcycle Diaries&lt;/em&gt;...........lastly... it reminded me of &lt;em&gt;State of Fear&lt;/em&gt;....maybe it was &lt;strong&gt;PERU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116197110306618298?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116197110306618298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116197110306618298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116197110306618298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116197110306618298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/10/world-is-divided-into-two.html' title='The World is divided into TWO'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116188624245256950</id><published>2006-10-26T23:46:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:18:17.980+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>Without any hint&lt;br /&gt;with no expression&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell myself that&lt;br /&gt;I’m loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looking at your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Thou, searching for the lost love&lt;br /&gt;Without any warmth and&lt;br /&gt;passionate pain&lt;br /&gt;I cannot predict myself that&lt;br /&gt;I’m always noticed by your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noisy friends and clouds&lt;br /&gt;silver touch of rainfall&lt;br /&gt;dub-dub of fast heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;in a terrific crowd&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold breath for instance&lt;br /&gt;and hide emotions and passions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a Touch&lt;br /&gt; With no loving words&lt;br /&gt;How can I assure myself that&lt;br /&gt; you care for me and&lt;br /&gt;I'm loved by you...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know this one is too funny and teeny but swear this during my teen years which I seriously miss now) 6th April 2001 Deepti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36647675-116188624245256950?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116188624245256950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116188624245256950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116188624245256950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116188624245256950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/10/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116188314051506088</id><published>2006-10-26T22:53:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:49:06.036+05:45</updated><title type='text'>My Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Blue sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has always inspired me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To raise my hand and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;touch it more high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A smile in &lt;em&gt;Buddha's face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has reguraly guided me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To swim in the pond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;full of optimism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The warm &lt;em&gt;smell of soil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has always welcomed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through all the hardship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and gently whisper me to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;flying kite&lt;/em&gt; has always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;been a symbol for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Struggle in life for a victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and to cross the evils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My own life&lt;/em&gt; has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lesson for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be &lt;em&gt;Better and Better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In every Steps and Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deepti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;23rd August 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/36647675-116188314051506088?l=kdeeptea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/feeds/116188314051506088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36647675&amp;postID=116188314051506088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116188314051506088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36647675/posts/default/116188314051506088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdeeptea.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-inspiration.html' title='My Inspiration'/><author><name>A red scarf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989940058789638075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCZQ2fP13xk/Tuh1N4myiNI/AAAAAAAABVk/MCU-YTjI9EA/s220/Red-Scarf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647675.post-116188065583145561</id><published>2006-10-26T22:20:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:22:35.843+05:45</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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