The Hindu Crossword 9338

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2 Farmer’s tool having abnormal cells (6)Answer Annotation
7 Sheet of glass for Father in Nebraska (4)Answer Annotation
9 Former one in time to move out (4)Answer Annotation
10 Charge her poor performance to her dance master (13)Answer Annotation
12 An abdominal sac having an inflatable inner bag (7)Answer Annotation
13 Turn a leg for a can of jelly made of this (7)Answer Annotation
15 Festive celebration in a regal abode (4)Answer Annotation
17 Southern shopping area — not big in size (5)Answer Annotation
18 Both ways, a legal document (4)Answer Annotation
19 A detailed report of a short trip made down (7) Answer Annotation
21 Woman to produce milk left airconditioned modern art gallery (7) Answer Annotation
23 Short advertisement returned for game model to manage efforts to curtail losses (6,7)Answer Annotation
27 Lump on tree is a tangled mass (4)Answer Annotation
28 An assembly of components within gun items (4)Answer Annotation
29 Put inside sum of expectorated matter (6)Answer Annotation
Down  1 Wrapped up container of a large placer (6)Answer Annotation
 2 Following the first part of the human arm that is not new (10)Answer Annotation
 3 Struggle to deal with a police officer’s energy (4)Answer Annotation
 4 Desire strongly for an extended period of time (4)Answer Annotation
 5 Initially, mix enough sweet herbs in net like material (4)Answer Annotation
 6 Right in wrong image of a severe type of headache (8)Answer Annotation
 8 Soundly fix a look at a single step (5)Answer Annotation
11 Long poles with thousand articles for someone who rows a boat (7)Answer Annotation
13 Young girl to wrongly lie in circle for an astronomer (7) Answer Annotation
14 Chief accountant is one using an expression of doubt in a public hall (10)Answer Annotation
16 Sufficient quantity in a large number (8)Answer Annotation
20 Oddly, wrangle ire on the money risked on a gamble (5)Answer Annotation
22 To speak that is, of a sound film (6)Answer Annotation
24 Ship officer as a friend (4)Answer Annotation
25 Yield from plants found in an acropolis (4)Answer Annotation
26 Even interact in a clean condition (4)Answer Annotation

The Order of Ordering

Have you ever made an announcement for the people in your world, may be, say, on a blog to mention each person's name whomsoever you miss.

How difficult would it have been for you to mention whose name first, whose second, and next and next... so on? There is not just one person the most important. and if there is, (in my sense which is a hypothetical situation) you can't let the second most important person feel bad for being second.

So what should one do in such a case? Hmmm... pathetic situation na!!

I felt the depth of the problem when i was making the list of invitees for the wedding. i know i would write the name as in when they will come to my mind... like first come(to my mind) first(on the list) basis. i continued the same, then one day, i found myself messed up in a soup. I felt the urge of cross checking with few of my friends to avoid someone being left out. But then i realized what would the friend think seeing his name at the middle of somewhere.

Fortunately, i came out of that mess, for which I would thank few things:

the person who introduced the alphabetic order arrangement,

my school where our names in the register were also arranged in alphabetic order and

microsoft office excel, which automatically did that for me.

Besides, the above mentioned use, I would mention that arranging in that order also helped me avoid repeated invites to the same person.

With this I would thank all my friends who read, comment, encourage me to write my blog and encourage more to continue writing such things.

Heena, Aakash, Aswin, Aniruddha, Charu, Easwar, Neha, Saurav, Sunil, Urmila, etc. are to name a few.

T&C: All above mentioned are true to the best of my knowledge. Even the alphabetical order mentioned is correct to the best of my knowledge. For any disputes, feel free to comment, however, please note that the decision by the blog-owner would be the final one and unchallengable in any court of/Outside India.

Monsoon has come

It's finally here. The sky started to pour water on us. The long awaited monsoon has arrived in my town. i wish to move out, get drenched and go for a long bike ride, just the way i used to do it in Bangalore. But a blocked nose, due to cold and a heavy body ache is not allowing me to do so. But this weather makes me think of the nice things, making me write my blog again.

This Rain is not only drops of water. It is the love of the sky for earth... They never meet each other but sends love this way...

I too send my wishes with these drops of water to those friends who have made my life so beautiful, to those loved ones who made me understand the importance of life.

Enjoy the love of the nature. Happy Monsoon.

I will blog again

"what!!! no body to this post???" might be your reaction,
but soon there will be a post here dude...
kyunki.... yeh blog abhi zinda hain, mere dost....

The Instigation of a Culmination

Imagine yourself voyaging on a ship for five and a half long years. Sometimes you have the destination decided, and you move towards it, though still not sure you will get to them. And you try reaching it and sometimes you do. But most of the time you just feel like to go along the wave to the place so unknown, so leaded, so magnetizing. When you boarded the ship you didn’t know many people, and those you knew were just that you knew as people. But with the course of time and the sail, you meet people who boarded before you and also after you. You become close to few, closer to still a few and detested to some.

You find people of your likes, your tastes and your thoughts. You find people attracting you with their intelligence, with their cool behaviors, and with their attitudes. Few mesmerize you with their looks. And you know there are still more few people on board in some corner of the ship, you need to see. You have fun, freak out, eat, drink, sleep, roam around, flirt around with people, play, fight, annoy, crack jokes and do thousands of other things with the people on board. You learn many things. You get used to things so much that you can’t imagine yourself sailing without them, or rather you can’t imagine seeing yourself without them. You get so attached to the ship that you pronoun it as your own possession.

And then a day comes, when you are realized that this isn’t the place you belong to. You are confided that you boarded the ship to leave it someday. That day you find out that the place you consider your world, where you dreamt your future is just a dream in reality. A dream you had lived so long, so completely with, so much enjoyed it that you don’t want to wake up to drop the dream in the air. But life isn’t about sleeping, it is about moving ahead. I know, for me this dream had been so treasuring that even after I get away from the ship, I will be never forgetting it throughout my life. A part of me wants to go ahead and have all together a new air in the life but a major part of me still wants to be in this dream, voyaging places all the time.


Walking on the street I asked myself what makes me,
What is the conviction around that reveals the real me?
The vagueness of my random ideas and stimulations
are really real, or just a theater show at the matinee?

With a hollow wish, I have decided to move ahead
and leave the place I had been living in for so long
It’s not just the place, but also the happiness that
I am leaving behind to create new delights along.

Walking on the same street, I whispered myself
It’s not just me who abides but also are others.
This street will also be longing to endure my feet
as I pine for its ups and downs, twists and turns.

When I hide my face in the darkness of this night
to wipe the tears rolling down my swollen eye.
With the lamp of hope lighting in the dimming dusk
I wish to come back to the place I will now deprive.

Kahanii DP ki

DP: in school

The DP that I knew was not very famous in school other than to his few close friends. DP was very shy. He had switched many schools from his kindergarten to his High Schools. DP, in his earliest days of school, had very few friends. One among them was Amit, followed by some Surname (with no offense, a Sindhi Surname, ending in “ani”)

Amit was not from a well-to-do family, unlike DP, but still he used to get hot food when he used to return from school (that too unlike DP). But DP was happy being friends with him, and in fact he had only that one friend in two classes in primary school, and then they moved off. Amit’s father got transferred to some other place, still unknown to DP and to us. And with no Internet facilities at that point of time, they could never keep track of each other.

Then, life had to move on, and he had a new friend. This new guy was Rishab. Rishab was a charm of the class. There were many girls, who later became friends with DP too, having crush on Rishab. There were many things that have made these two chaps so good a friend of each other. Firstly, their houses weren’t too far. Secondly, both were in the same class, in the same section, on the same bench, and had always secured almost the same marks. They often switched first and second positions in primaries. Now when I think of them, my beliefs in friendship grow high. Contrasting to others, they used to help each other get to the first position. Something, that’s very rare to see even in real brothers.

Thirdly, both of Rishab’s parents were working. And may be the most important aspect resulted in their close friendship. As DP was not allowed to program night outs with his friends, he used to enjoy his after-school-afternoons. The time just used to flow smoothly. DP used to come from school, to have food at his home (and sometimes, at Rishab’s place) and leave to Rishab’s place. Both of them first used to do their homework, have tea, or coffee, or sometimes even plain milk and play with Rishab’s cousins, living next doors. Something that ran constantly throughout this time was The Idiot Box, unless otherwise, they played an outdoor game.

DP started enjoying those days. He had got someone he could share his works, his responsibilities, his feelings. Someone only few people get. But may be that wasn’t what everyone accepted.

To be continued…

kahanii DP ki

DP: in his home

DP had been with his parents for all through his life. He had not spent a single day without being with one of his parents. His family however, never pampered him. He used to eat already prepared and preserved food for his lunch when he returned from school. There was not a single instance when he had been give freshly cooked food after having a tiring day in school. He, sometimes, used to get down to one of his friend’s place after school. He seriously used to love it.

DP had been proscribed for many things he wanted to do, many things he enjoyed doing. He was not allowed to effect a night out, even when he was in High Schools. Many knew the reason was that his mom was a bit skeptical, actually a lot skeptical about these night outs. She used to think that in these night outs, kids watch those serials/movies they shouldn’t, read those magazines that she used to call as stance-spoiler. Well, being an active part of such night outs, I think she wasn’t wrong though.

But DP wanted to do it once and actually should have been allowed for at least one night out. He had struggled in many exams just all alone as he wasn’t allowed to be with friends after 2130 hrs. Yet, believe me, he stilled loved his family more than I do.

But so for it, he never complained of it. And, he always showed to others that being loved by parents is not just getting hot food, iPods, cameras and other goodies. In fact, his story truly describes that being loved by parents, or in that any case, by anyone is not giving and taking stuffs, but giving and taking love and care. He just loved his family being together in all phases of life. He admired them arguing, and sometimes having altercations, just in the end to say sorry to each other.

I tried to figure out many times what was that he loved so much about his family. But today, while writing this I realized that their love was not a thing that wanted a reason, that their love wasn’t something they wanted to measure, that their love wasn’t a feeling that needed explicit proofs. I realized that they never wanted a reason to repel from each other.