tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130249762024-03-07T13:49:16.851+05:30neeraynee and ray are the seventh and second notes in indian musicneerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-26594372485138851462016-10-22T15:00:00.000+05:302016-10-22T15:00:04.268+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-70788319874117440452012-04-01T11:53:00.004+05:302012-04-01T12:05:50.985+05:30Let us Reconstruct<span style="font-family:arial;">We have Deconstructed enough.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Let us RECONSTRUCT.<br /><br />Let us Cherish.<br /><br />Let us Nurture.<br /><br />Let us Heal.<br /><br /></span>neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-11226098362500378932011-06-15T23:32:00.003+05:302011-06-15T23:48:12.485+05:30Wonder<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Carbony nights…..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Parched rain.....<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">and I wonder....<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Did you care <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">because I was wonderful?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">or<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Was I wonderful <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">because you cared?<o:p></o:p></span></p>neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-44626240191514470332010-01-29T20:59:00.005+05:302010-01-29T21:43:05.746+05:30The True AwakeningThe elite try and ensure that their world view continues to be the world view of the rest. For this the elite use media, education, laws, mores, customs and culture.<br /><br />Most of the non elite generally try to join the ranks of the elite by emulating them and trying to move close to them.<br /><br />Some oppose the current elite to become the new elite and propagate their world view.<br /><br />A handful, just ignore the whole business.<br /><br />They create their own world view but share it not. In their hearts and minds lies the true awakening.neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-57048068140550221482009-02-26T00:02:00.001+05:302009-02-26T00:06:55.006+05:30World View<strong><em>The world view of the elite is the world view of the rest</em>.</strong>neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-86308599559866450532008-10-06T19:49:00.002+05:302008-10-06T19:58:44.004+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1K4wDLbqchwabyntz_1N7_ntzreADMkWauAr75M4lIeH3ZiiGmYTl52z8kNSc5sMXQfRvi_9rDT-61bQTZvDt7_0E_V9Z6kyewEHWtH42E8qEgQnLg2eY4417e1YfQKwELunvxQ/s1600-h/andhere.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1K4wDLbqchwabyntz_1N7_ntzreADMkWauAr75M4lIeH3ZiiGmYTl52z8kNSc5sMXQfRvi_9rDT-61bQTZvDt7_0E_V9Z6kyewEHWtH42E8qEgQnLg2eY4417e1YfQKwELunvxQ/s400/andhere.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254047522131004610" /></a>neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-87722356389758854122007-01-11T16:39:00.000+05:302007-01-11T16:45:35.672+05:30hole in the heartwhat is it like to be born with<br />a tiny little hole in the heart?<br />we who are on the outside<br />can we even begin to know?<br /><br />what is it like to sit by the side<br />and watch the other kids play footer<br />then join in nevertheless<br />and feel faint after a while?<br /><br />what is it like to eat bland food<br />and watch the others hog pizzas and fries,<br />to watch others hop skip and dance<br />join in and retire to watch again?<br /><br />what is it like to go through<br />endless surgeries, constant checkups,<br />to suddenly lose consciousness<br />and be rushed to the hospital?<br /><br />while we who are on the outside <br />can just watch helplessly and pray,<br />pray to all the Gods, all the mortals<br />please let him be well, let him heal.neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-33103656148751112062007-01-09T20:42:00.000+05:302007-01-09T20:53:08.884+05:30The Eyes of LifeThey were roaming around to search for the open-air<br /> Like a man finding a temple in him <br /> Or a rat searching for Ganesha’s fair<br /> When light in the routed and tired pairs going dim<br /><br /> They were stuck, trying to make sense<br /> They were shocked to see the raining pair of eyes<br /> When some of the liquid fell on my cheek making it tense<br /> Then she cuddled me as I could feel her sobbing cries<br /><br /> There was another demon of which I was scared <br /> They just closed themselves on seeing the black polished and jagged on top of the lips <br /> No body could pull them but I dared<br /> Then in happiness he smacked me on my hips<br /><br /> They were looking at the swinging world <br /> The lampshade going round and round<br /> And the women surrounding me as if I were an emerald<br /> One of them picking me up and making me float above the ground<br /><br /> The instantaneous innovative images produced behind them<br /> Making the brain go like a magnet<br /> Cotton, fur, jute, hemp<br /> None of these could find the target<br /> <br /> They saw a new building<br /> A stranger, a toy, a new object, all seemed exciting<br /> Every day a new crop yielding<br /> In them, there was a new lightening<br /> <br /> They were looking for the perfect blend<br /> Pleasure merriment and kindness<br /> All of them I found in a friend<br /> And surely, they were pleased to see him nevertheless<br /><br /> They were looking at the cosmic ocean<br /> Sitting abandoned at the shore<br /> She held my hand and told me to follow the notion<br /> And made me believe you could get the moon stars and more<br /><br /> They are waiting to see more <br /> Waiting fearlessly to face the darkness<br /> Waiting for some one whom I could adore<br /> Waiting to close in divine peacefulness<br /> <br /> © N. Sarthak<br /><br />Sarthak was born with a hole in his heart. I have known him since he was a small child. I have watched him fight against odds that were stacked heavily against him. All through, his parents, his grand parents, his doctors, aunts and uncles have stood by him; strong and unwavering. <br /><br />The good news is that he has now grown into a fine young person, tall, with a strong pair of shoulders. The doctors say that there is only one more surgery to go, a change of valve after two years and all will be well.neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-21196767967210163442006-12-31T14:28:00.000+05:302006-12-31T14:30:22.950+05:30Happy New YearDear Folks,<br /><br />Here’s wishing you a very happy new year!<br /><br />It will perhaps take years before our planet becomes a planet of light. <br /><br />In the meanwhile, ‘Good luck living!’<br /><br />Best Wishes,<br />Nirupma Kapoorneerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-5691669544336193322006-12-25T21:13:00.000+05:302006-12-25T21:15:37.940+05:30worldsthere are worlds where <br />dwell beings of light.<br />lucent, lambent <br />creatures so bright. <br /><br />no race, no greed, <br />no hate, no fight.<br />no shadows, no pain, <br />no shallows, no fright.<br /><br />these worlds are there <br />for us to make.<br />so let’s join hands <br />and give ours’ a shape!neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-41477177269544630102006-12-24T20:37:00.000+05:302006-12-24T21:01:12.435+05:30GreetingsThe date changes and we call it a new year.<br />let's pray that it really is a new year this time.<br />And it brings in its wake<br />food and peace for Africa, <br />honesty to America<br />respect for values to Asia<br />sense of justice to Europe<br />independent thinking to Australia<br /> <br />and if all this is too much, at least improve lives for millions of children in areas burning with conflict.<br /> <br />otherwise there is nothing happy about it.<br /> <br />NEVERTHELESS<br /> <br />have a good Christmas<br />and a new year<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">© Dr. A. Bajpai</span><br /><br />This came today and I share it with you all with Dr. Bajpai's permission.neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-77557348613084145622006-12-17T21:09:00.000+05:302006-12-17T21:16:34.867+05:30SEZ what in INDIA?I do not need to say anything.<br /><br />Please read this and you will begin to understand. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.foodpolicy.in/html/dsharma/dsharma.htm ">http://www.foodpolicy.in/html/dsharma/dsharma.htm </a>neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-15752161655506197272006-12-16T23:44:00.000+05:302006-12-22T14:27:51.843+05:30On Being Human<span style="font-weight:bold;">Alien and Ignoramus</span><br /><br />“Ah, Ignoramus, upset again?”<br /><br />“Yes Al, human beings never cease to amaze me. <br /><br />As I move through varied spaces I meet people; strong, sensitive, generous, giving and caring. Silently they lend a hand to all those struggling for a breath. Very quietly they help others to take a step, speak a word.<br /><br />Then I move though spaces of inane chatter, endless similarity, cyclic repetition, mindless imitation, fake images, false egos, me, me, me and mine. Harmless perhaps, if in this endless race for a better symbol they do not harm the others.<br /><br />And then there are spaces where there is a deliberate attempt to grab, snatch, injure, harm and annihilate others. This could be greed, indifference, bad policy or a concerted malicious intent. Look at India, Africa, and Middle East! <br /><br />Are these human beings? Do they belong to the same species?”<br /><br />“Yes Ig they seem to.”<br /><br />“But Al, how can it be? Why does this happen? Can this negativity not be changed?”<br /><br />“Ig, you think of the most difficult tasks! Let us think.”neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-39342169035464899762006-12-14T22:38:00.000+05:302006-12-15T06:01:54.189+05:30fragilegold dust <br />crimson petals<br />here now <br />gone forever<br /><br />evanescent fog <br />cloud breathes<br />here now <br />gone forever<br /><br />ephemeral time <br />spins speeds<br />here now <br />gone forever<br /><br />fragile fragile<br />fragile life<br />here now <br />gone forever<br /><br />then why <br />the plunder<br />the strife <br />the war?neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-73537090965915073452006-11-25T15:56:00.000+05:302006-11-25T16:06:28.161+05:30perhapsthe greatest gift <br />perhaps<br />is the gift of time.<br /><br />the time that <br />listens <br />like silent dewdrops.<br /><br />the time that <br />fathoms<br />fragile unborn nuances.<br /><br />the time that <br />whispers <br />soothing comforting words.<br /><br />the time that <br />just stands by <br />and says i am there.neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-51359414597787353172006-11-22T21:43:00.000+05:302006-12-01T16:25:54.188+05:30easierit is easier <br />to give<br />of our <br />abundance<br />unto others<br />than<br />to receive.<br /><br />for<br />when we <br />receive<br />we concede<br />that we need<br />the blessings<br />the abundance.<br /><br />for<br />to receive<br />we have to <br />scan the skies<br />open ourselves<br />to the gentle showers <br />of Abundant Grace.<br /><br />but<br />how can <br />we give<br />unless<br />we receive?neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-12758944518004260152006-11-20T21:38:00.000+05:302006-11-25T13:21:35.572+05:30treasuresthe gifts of <br /><br />trust<br />thought<br />energy<br />empathy<br />time<br />care<br />laughter<br />happiness<br /><br />that we receive<br />unquestioned <br />that we give<br />unasked.neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-20784343767611135772006-11-18T19:20:00.000+05:302006-11-18T19:22:13.423+05:30darknesscan be so <br />comforting <br />soothing <br />blue <br />deep blue <br />blue black <br />clouds of <br />nothingness <br />floating into <br />nothingness <br />unending <br />infinite <br />darkness <br />all around <br />soft <br />soothing <br />darkness... <br /><br />but why do the stars blink?neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-59949514148491063152006-11-06T22:30:00.000+05:302006-11-08T16:23:20.404+05:30Net Worth<span style="font-weight:bold;">Alien and Ignoramus</span><br /><br />“Ignoramus, what is this ‘Net Worth’?”<br /><br />“Al, Net Worth is total assets minus total liabilities. It is the total amount of money you posses; all your money in the bank, the money value of your properties, your valuable possessions.”<br /><br />“What is your net worth?”<br /><br />“Oh well, it is somewhere in the middle. There are many people who possess less than me and many who possess much more.”, said Ignoramus in a small voice.<br /><br />“And my net worth is zero!” the Alien laughed loudly.<br /><br />“Silly Ignoramus! Your net worth is not all that you possess. It all that you give. Your net worth is the number of people you reach in a positive way. Net Worth is total positive thoughts, emotions, actions minus total negative thoughts, emotions and actions.”neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-87676829135104270682006-10-30T20:31:00.000+05:302006-10-30T20:43:07.545+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7888/1589/1600/subah2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7888/1589/400/subah2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-63053020484698114242006-10-25T22:44:00.000+05:302006-10-25T22:52:58.582+05:30SUICIDES OF FARMERSDear Folks,<br /><br />Once again I wish to draw your attention to the almost daily “SUICIDES OF FARMERS” in Vidarbha, U.P. and God knows where else, for these stories are not recorded meticulously. <br /><br />Rural farmers are poor, illiterate, deeply in debt and not organized, so no one knows about their problems. <br /><br />The situation is getting from bad to worse everyday. Please they need our help. All of us need to step forward to help and support them. We need to think of ways that will force the local officials and government to act quickly.<br /><br /><a href="http://andolan.blogspot.com/">http://andolan.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://www.theotherindia.org/index.php?tag=farmers'-suicides">http://www.theotherindia.org/index.php?tag=farmers'-suicides</a><br /><a href="http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?menu=c10400&no=319696&rel_no=1">http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?menu=c10400&no=319696&rel_no=1</a><br /><a href="http://farmwage.blogspot.com/">http://farmwage.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://www.wsws.org/articles/2006/may2006/indi-m12.shtml">http://www.wsws.org/articles/2006/may2006/indi-m12.shtml</a><br /><br />Some of you might have watched the plight of UP farmers on IBN 7 in their programme “Bhookh”. The story of Rs.10 as ‘official relief’ was repeated on many channels and newspapers.<br /><br />Please we can not let our farmers die like this. Please spread this message to as many people as possible and do what ever you can.<br /><br />Yours sincerely,<br />Nirupma Kapoorneerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-37706319274954770022006-10-20T20:23:00.000+05:302006-10-20T20:25:14.973+05:30Happy DeepawaliDear Folks,<br /><br />Wish you all a very happy Deepawali. <br /><br />May this festival of light bring light all around you, within you.<br /><br />Best wishes,<br />Nirupma Kapoorneerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024976.post-11258448473679249452006-10-11T21:21:00.000+05:302006-10-11T22:01:39.653+05:30Indian FarmersDear Folks,<br /><br />I wish to draw your attention to the almost daily SUICIDES OF FARMERS in Vidarbha, U.P. and God knows where else, for these stories are not recorded meticulously.<br /><br />Rural farmers are poor, illiterate, deeply in debt and not organized, so no one knows about their problems. <br /><br />Please we can not let our farmers die like this.They need our help. All of us need to step forward to help and support them. We need to think of ways that will force the local officials and government to act quickly.<br /><br />Best regards,<br />Nirupma Kapoor<br /><br /><a href="http://andolan.blogspot.com/">http://andolan.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://www.theotherindia.org/index.php?tag=farmers'-suicides">http://www.theotherindia.org/index.php?tag=farmers'-suicides</a><br /><a href="http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?menu=c10400&no=319696&rel_no=1">http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?menu=c10400&no=319696&rel_no=1</a><br /><a href="http://www.wsws.org/articles/2006/may2006/indi-m12.shtml">http://www.wsws.org/articles/2006/may2006/indi-m12.shtml</a><br /><a href="http://farmwage.blogspot.com/">http://farmwage.blogspot.com/</a>neerayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004090150710549026noreply@blogger.com