<?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-1030978469630347474</id><updated>2011-10-02T02:05:42.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>శ్రీకర్ బాబు మాడిశెట్టి</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-1384021793320746993</id><published>2010-08-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:56:43.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;చుట్టూ&amp;nbsp;చీకటి&amp;nbsp;ఎంతో&amp;nbsp;వెచ్చగా, హాయిగా&amp;nbsp;ఉన్నాను…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;చాలా&amp;nbsp;బాగుంది&amp;nbsp;అనుకున్నాను.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;దేవుడొచ్చాడు&amp;nbsp;రేపు&amp;nbsp;నువ్వెల్లాలి&amp;nbsp;అన్నాడు….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;నేను&amp;nbsp;వెళ్ళను , నాకు&amp;nbsp;ఇలాగే&amp;nbsp;బాగుంది అన్నాను….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;నవ్వు నవ్వి వెళ్ళిపోయాడు….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ఎవరో&amp;nbsp;తల&amp;nbsp;పట్టి నన్ను బయటికి లాగుతున్నారు….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;బయటికొచ్చాను … నాకేం&amp;nbsp;సంబంధం లేదని &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;నిశ్శబ్దంగా&amp;nbsp;ఉన్నాను .. దేవుడు మళ్ళీ నవ్వాడు......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ఎవరో నన్ను కొట్టి&amp;nbsp;ఏడిపించారు….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;సరేలే అనుకున్నాను .. కొద్ది&amp;nbsp;కొద్దిగా&amp;nbsp;అలవాటు పడ్డాను….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ఒక&amp;nbsp;రోజు మళ్ళీ దేవుడు వచ్చి నువ్వు పాకాలి&amp;nbsp;అన్నాడు….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;నాకు రాదన్నాను….. మళ్ళీ నవ్వు నవ్వి వెళ్ళిపోయాడు ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;కొద్ది&amp;nbsp;రోజులకు మళ్ళీ వచ్చి&amp;nbsp;నువ్వు నడవాలి, తర్వాత&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;పరిగెత్తాలి&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;అన్నాడు…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;నేనోప్పుకోలేదు…… కానీ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;దేవుడే&amp;nbsp;నెగ్గాడు…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;సర్లే&amp;nbsp;ఇది బాగానే ఉంది అనుకున్నంతలో..... నీకొక&amp;nbsp;కాలు తీసేస్తా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;నువ్వు&amp;nbsp;నడవగలవా అన్నాడు…. నేనోప్పుకోలేదు…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;కానీ&amp;nbsp;దేవుడు కదా, శాడిస్ట్&amp;nbsp;అన్నంత&amp;nbsp;పని చేసాడు….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ఈ&amp;nbsp;సారి దేవుడు మళ్ళీ వచ్చాడు…. నీకేమైనా &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;కావాలా&amp;nbsp;అన్నాడు....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;నాకేమి&amp;nbsp;వద్దు&amp;nbsp;అన్నాను...... పోనీ నా&amp;nbsp;దగ్గరికి&amp;nbsp;వస్తావా అన్నాడు....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;నేను మౌనంగా&amp;nbsp;ఉన్నాను.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;వెళ్ళిపోయాడు .... నేను&amp;nbsp;ఎదురుచూస్తున్నాను......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-1384021793320746993?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/1384021793320746993/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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పలకరిస్తావు....నవ్విస్తావు......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;అంతలోనే మాయమవుతావు.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ప్రశాంతంగా ఉన్న&amp;nbsp;మనసులో ఒక తుఫాను&amp;nbsp;రేపుతావు....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఇదేంటి అని అడిగితే ..... నీకేంటి బాబు.... మీరు మగ వాళ్ళు....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఆడవాళ్లకే కదా సవాలక్ష ఆంక్షలు అంటావు.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;అవును మేము మగవాళ్ళం....అందుకే సులభంగా మనసిస్తాము....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;అంతే సులభంగా వంచింపబడతాము.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;బహుశా దేవుడు మగవాళ్ళకు రెండు హృదయాలు ఇవ్వవలసింది...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఒకటి ప్రేమించడానికి.... మరొకటి మరిచిపోవడానికి....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-4477730100496078386?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/4477730100496078386/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/4477730100496078386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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English....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal to student..." I saw u yesterday rotating near girls' hostel pulling cigarette...? "&lt;br /&gt;(WOW...like a table top???....hav heard about pulling legs, this is sumthing new)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ***&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow call your parents especially mother and father&lt;br /&gt;(Any other options???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ***&lt;br /&gt;Class teacher once said :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pick up the paper and fall in the dustbin!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(Who??? paper or student???) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Hindi teacher said...."I'm going out of the world to America..."&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm...interesting)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..DON'T TRY TO TALK IN FRONT OF MY BACK..."&lt;br /&gt;(Topsyturvy)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh at the back benches...otherwise teeth and all will be fallen down.....&lt;br /&gt;(Grrr....this person needs Basic Communication Skills Class Room Training)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very hot in the afternoon when the teacher entered. She tried to switch the fan on, but there was some problem. And then she said&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why is fan not oning" (ing form of on)&lt;br /&gt;(New Discovery)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher in a furious mood...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down your name and father of your name!!&lt;br /&gt;(Excuse me...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh... quiet... the principal is revolving around college"&lt;br /&gt;(Gr8...is he a satellite or sumthing???)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager started like this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I am Madhu, Married with two kids"&lt;br /&gt;(Child marriages are banned... :D)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll illustrate what I have in my mind" said the professor and erased the board&lt;br /&gt;(What an illustration...I like this professor)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you hang that calendar or else I'll HANG MYSELF"&lt;br /&gt;(Well, you can proceed, would u like to leave a note behind as well...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ************ *&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRARIAN SCOLDED," IF U WILL TALK AGAIN, I WILL KNEEL DOWN OUTSIDE"&lt;br /&gt;(That will be better....)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you looking at the monkeys outside when I am in the class?!"&lt;br /&gt;(Because we want to check similarities :-) )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab assistant said this when my friend wrote wrong code...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand. You understand. Computer how understand??&lt;br /&gt;(In terms of 1's n 0's)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* *****&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the principal passing by, the teacher told the noisy class,&lt;br /&gt;"Keep quiet, the principal has passed away"&lt;br /&gt;(2 minz of silence)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;The PT master told the students who were notorious.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, from tomorrow onwards you both come together separately"&lt;br /&gt;(Make it possible and I will reward my life time savings...)&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;PT master to his students "Do you know? I have 2 daughters. Both are girls!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(You need some counselling dude...)&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;Hindi master to his students by pointing his scooter that is parked under a tree,&lt;br /&gt;"See there.My scooter is understanding the tree!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(Wow...when do the non living things started having affairs???)&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;PT master rocks again,&lt;br /&gt;"Okay guys, all of you stand in a straight circle!"&lt;br /&gt;(Wow what an oxymoron...)&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-3091500653936981472?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/3091500653936981472/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/07/killing-english.html#comment-form' title='9 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/3091500653936981472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/3091500653936981472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/07/killing-english.html' title='Killing English....'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-8933489624058547258</id><published>2010-06-04T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:07:58.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>వీళ్లనేం చేద్దాం</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;నాకు&amp;nbsp;నచ్చని వ్యక్తులు ప్రపంచంలో రెండు జాతులకు చెందిన వారు. వీరంటే నాకు పరమ అసహ్యం వారిలో &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఒక జాతి, వీరు బస్సు లో మీ పక్కన కానీ, ముందర కానీ కూర్చుని మేకలా పాన్ లేదా గుట్కా నములుతూ నిమిషానికి ఒక సారి తుపుక్ తుపుక్ మని బయట ఎవరైనా ఉన్నారా అని కూడా చూడకుండా&amp;nbsp;ఉమ్మి వేస్తూ.....ఉంటారు...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, మీరు&amp;nbsp; గాని&amp;nbsp; వీళ్ళ&amp;nbsp; ముందరానో&amp;nbsp; పక్కనో&amp;nbsp; కూర్చుంటే&amp;nbsp; అయిపోయినట్టే&amp;nbsp;.... మీకు&amp;nbsp; జీవితం &amp;nbsp;మీదా&amp;nbsp; , బస్సు&amp;nbsp;జర్నీ మీదా&amp;nbsp;విరక్తి&amp;nbsp; పుట్టడం&amp;nbsp; ఖాయం&amp;nbsp;...... అనుకోండి&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఇక&amp;nbsp;రెండో&amp;nbsp;వారు &amp;nbsp;..... వీళ్ళంతా&amp;nbsp;బుద్ది&amp;nbsp;లేని, మర్యాద&amp;nbsp;తెలియని&amp;nbsp;మనుష్యులను&amp;nbsp; (నిజానికి నాకు&amp;nbsp;వీళ్ళను&amp;nbsp;తలుచుకుంటే&amp;nbsp;బూతులు&amp;nbsp;వస్తాయి&amp;nbsp;కాని&amp;nbsp;సభ్యత&amp;nbsp;కాదని రాయట్లేదు). ఇంతకీ&amp;nbsp;వీల్లెవారు&amp;nbsp;అనుకుంటున్నారా&amp;nbsp;.. బస్సుస్టాప్ లో&amp;nbsp;నిలబడి, అక్కడికి&amp;nbsp;అదేదో&amp;nbsp;వాళ్ళ&amp;nbsp;తాత&amp;nbsp;కట్టిచ్చిన బస్సు&amp;nbsp;స్టాప్ లా&amp;nbsp;ఫీల్&amp;nbsp;అయిపోతూ&amp;nbsp;సిగరెట్టే లేదా&amp;nbsp;బీడీ లేదా&amp;nbsp;చుట్టా&amp;nbsp;తాగుతూ&amp;nbsp;... వాడి&amp;nbsp;ఆరోగ్యాన్నే&amp;nbsp;కాకుండా&amp;nbsp;... (ఇట్లాంటి వాళ్ళు&amp;nbsp;పోయినా&amp;nbsp;దేశానికి&amp;nbsp;పెద్ద నష్టం&amp;nbsp;ఉండదనుకోండి&amp;nbsp;..).... పక్కనున్న&amp;nbsp;వారి&amp;nbsp;ఆరోగ్యాన్ని&amp;nbsp;కూడా&amp;nbsp;పాడు&amp;nbsp;చేస్తారు&amp;nbsp;... ఈ&amp;nbsp;వెధవలకు&amp;nbsp;బస్సు&amp;nbsp;స్టాప్ లో ఆడవాళ్ళు, చంటి&amp;nbsp;పిల్లలు&amp;nbsp;ఉన్నా&amp;nbsp;పట్టదు... కాస్త&amp;nbsp;దూరంగా&amp;nbsp;పోయి&amp;nbsp;తగలడచు&amp;nbsp;కదా&amp;nbsp;.. లేదు&amp;nbsp;నీడలో, చల్లగా&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఉన్న&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;చోటే&amp;nbsp;నిలబడి&amp;nbsp;పొగ&amp;nbsp;తాగి&amp;nbsp;వొదులుతారు......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;నాకైతే&amp;nbsp;వీళ్ళను&amp;nbsp; అక్కడికక్కడే&amp;nbsp; ఆ&amp;nbsp; చెంప&amp;nbsp;ఈ&amp;nbsp; చెంప&amp;nbsp; వాయించి&amp;nbsp; వీలయితే&amp;nbsp; రెండు&amp;nbsp; మొట్టి&amp;nbsp; కాయలు&amp;nbsp; వేసి&amp;nbsp;, చెవి&amp;nbsp; మెలేసి&amp;nbsp;, మూరెడు&amp;nbsp; ముక్కు&amp;nbsp; భూమికి&amp;nbsp; రాయించి&amp;nbsp;, మల్లెప్పుడు&amp;nbsp; అలా&amp;nbsp; చేయనని&amp;nbsp;..... చెప్పించుకోవాలని&amp;nbsp; ఉంటుంది&amp;nbsp;.... కానీ&amp;nbsp; ఏం&amp;nbsp; చేద్దాం&amp;nbsp;.... అది&amp;nbsp; నా&amp;nbsp; వాళ్ళ&amp;nbsp; కాదు&amp;nbsp;...... సో&amp;nbsp;, వాడి&amp;nbsp; కళ్ళలో&amp;nbsp; కళ్ళు&amp;nbsp; పెట్టి&amp;nbsp;, వాడిని&amp;nbsp; పురుగును&amp;nbsp; చూసినట్టు&amp;nbsp;, ఒక&amp;nbsp; చూపు&amp;nbsp; చూసి&amp;nbsp;, పక్కకు&amp;nbsp; వెళ్ళడమే&amp;nbsp;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఇంకో&amp;nbsp; మాటన్దోయ్&amp;nbsp;.... వీళ్ళను&amp;nbsp; కాని&amp;nbsp; పక్కకు&amp;nbsp; వేల్లమన్నామనుకోండి&amp;nbsp;..... ఇంతకు&amp;nbsp; ముందు &amp;nbsp; లైన్ &amp;nbsp; లో&amp;nbsp;చెప్పినట్టు&amp;nbsp;....మనకే&amp;nbsp; లుక్&amp;nbsp; పారేస్తారు&amp;nbsp;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఎక్కడో&amp;nbsp; చదివాను&amp;nbsp;.... పొగ&amp;nbsp; తాగని&amp;nbsp; వాడు&amp;nbsp; వచ్చే&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;జన్మలో&amp;nbsp; దున్నపోతై&amp;nbsp; పుడతాడు&amp;nbsp;...అని&amp;nbsp;..... మరి&amp;nbsp;.... పొగ&amp;nbsp; తాగే&amp;nbsp; వాడు&amp;nbsp; ఏమయి&amp;nbsp; పుడతాడో&amp;nbsp; తెలుసా&amp;nbsp;. ..... నా లెక్క ప్రకారం&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఏది&amp;nbsp; పడితే&amp;nbsp; అది&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;తినే&amp;nbsp; ఊర &amp;nbsp;పంది&amp;nbsp; గా&amp;nbsp; పుడతాడు&amp;nbsp;.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;పొగ&amp;nbsp; త్రాగడం&amp;nbsp; (త్రాగి&amp;nbsp; వోదలడం&amp;nbsp; కూడా&amp;nbsp;) దేశ&amp;nbsp; ద్రోహం&amp;nbsp;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-8933489624058547258?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/8933489624058547258/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_04.html#comment-form' title='1 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/8933489624058547258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/8933489624058547258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_04.html' title='వీళ్లనేం చేద్దాం'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-468053122480081667</id><published>2010-06-03T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:17:25.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>నేను - లక్ష్మి బ్లాగ్</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;కూడలిలో అకస్మాతుగా మాయమయిన నా ఫేవరేట్ బ్లాగ్&amp;nbsp;నేను - లక్ష్మి బ్లాగ్ లోని కొన్ని పోస్ట్లులు కింది లింక్ ద్వారా డౌన్లోడ్&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;చేసుకోండి.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #006a79; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.ziddu.com/download/10119796/laxmiblogs.rar.html&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #006a79; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #006a79; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #006a79; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: 800; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #006a79; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 800; line-height: normal;"&gt;&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/1030978469630347474-468053122480081667?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/468053122480081667/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/468053122480081667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/468053122480081667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='నేను - లక్ష్మి బ్లాగ్'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-8794349676328583918</id><published>2010-06-01T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:10:55.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swami Vivekananda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;When Swami Vivekananda went  to USA, a lady asked him to marry her. When Swami asked the lady about what made  her ask him such question. The lady replied that she was fascinated by his  intellect. She wanted a child of such an intellect. So she asked Swami, whether  he could marry her and give a child like him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;He said to that lady, that since she was  attracted only by his intellect, there is no problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"My dear lady, I understand  Your desire. Marrying and bringing a child in to this world and understanding  whether it is intelligent or not takes very long time. More over it is not  guaranteed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Instead, to fulfil Your desire immediately, I can  suggest a guaranteed way. Take me as Your child. You are my mother. Now Your  desire of having a child of my intellect is fulfilled."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;The lady was speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-8794349676328583918?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/8794349676328583918/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/06/swami-vivekananda.html#comment-form' title='1 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/8794349676328583918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/8794349676328583918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/06/swami-vivekananda.html' title='Swami Vivekananda'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-5486450590853281745</id><published>2010-05-31T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:31:34.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing when to do which is called wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a time we must run and a time we must stay,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A time to just think and a time that's for play;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A time to stand firm and a time we should sway -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowing when to do which is called wisdom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a road to avoid and a road we should take,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's drifting to do or decisions to make;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We try to be up, being down's a mistake -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowing how to do which is called wisdom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a way to bring joy and a way to bring tears,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We can make our way smooth or crunch through the gears;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a way to stay bright no matter the years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And getting it right is called wisdom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-5486450590853281745?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/5486450590853281745/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/05/knowing-when-to-do-which-is-called.html#comment-form' title='0 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/5486450590853281745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/5486450590853281745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/05/knowing-when-to-do-which-is-called.html' title='Knowing when to do which is called wisdom'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-817840824714430947</id><published>2010-05-27T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T05:23:59.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;... it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45&amp;nbsp;minutes During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that&amp;nbsp;thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to&amp;nbsp;work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician&amp;nbsp;playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried&amp;nbsp;up to meet his schedule&amp;nbsp;A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the&amp;nbsp;money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and started to walk again Clearly he was late for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the&amp;nbsp;kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning&amp;nbsp;his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without&amp;nbsp;exception, forced them to move on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while About 20 gave him&amp;nbsp;money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence&amp;nbsp;took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one&amp;nbsp;of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats&amp;nbsp;average $100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington&amp;nbsp;Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in&amp;nbsp;a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate&amp;nbsp;it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best&amp;nbsp;music ever written, how many other things are we missing?&lt;/span&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/1030978469630347474-817840824714430947?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/817840824714430947/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/05/man-sat-at-metro-station-in-washington.html#comment-form' title='0 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/817840824714430947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/817840824714430947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/05/man-sat-at-metro-station-in-washington.html' title='A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin...'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-6529201946458957454</id><published>2010-05-26T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:46:52.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stones, Pebbles or Sand - What do you have in Jar of Your Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;I came across this story (andseveral other versions of it)a couple ofyears back and it struck&amp;nbsp;me hard. I am sure you would like this story because it brings across the same message as&amp;nbsp;the movie “Click”. I hope you will spend a little time to read this.Here it goes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;One day, an old professor of the School&amp;nbsp;of Public Management in France, was&amp;nbsp;invited to lecture on the topic of“Efficient&amp;nbsp;Time Management” in front of a group of&amp;nbsp;15 executive managers representing the&amp;nbsp;largest, most successful companies in&amp;nbsp;America. The lecture was one in a series&amp;nbsp;of 5 lectures conducted in one day, and&amp;nbsp;the old professor was given1 hour to&amp;nbsp;lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Standing in front of this group of elite managers, who were willing to write&amp;nbsp;down every word that would come out of&amp;nbsp;the famous professor’s mouth, the professor slowly met eyes with each manager, one by&amp;nbsp;one, and finally said, “We are going to conduct an experiment”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKspWXqqk4/S_ztqzDGGCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f4IKs51UvFw/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKspWXqqk4/S_ztqzDGGCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f4IKs51UvFw/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;From under the table that stood between the&amp;nbsp;professor and the listeners, the professor pulled&amp;nbsp;out a big glass jar and gently placed it in front of&amp;nbsp;him. Next, he pulled out from under the table a&amp;nbsp;bag of stones, each the size of a tennis ball, and&amp;nbsp;placed the stones one by one in the jar. He did&amp;nbsp;so until there was no room to add another stone in the jar. Lifting his gaze to the managers, the&amp;nbsp;professor asked, “Is the jar full?” The managers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;replied, “Yes”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;The professor paused for a moment, and replied,&amp;nbsp;“Really?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Once again, he reached under the table and pulled out a bag full of pebbles. Carefully, the&amp;nbsp;professor poured the pebbles in and slightly rattled the jar, allowing the pebbles to slip&amp;nbsp;through the larger stones, until they settled at the bottom. Again, the professor lifted his&amp;nbsp;gaze to his audience and asked, “Is the jar full?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;At this point, the managers began to understand his intentions. One replied, “Apparently&amp;nbsp;not!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;“Correct”, replied the old professor, now pulling out a bag of sand from under the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Cautiously, the professor poured the sand into the jar. The sand filled up the spaces between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;the stones and the pebbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Yet again, the professor asked, “Is the jar full?” Without hesitation, the entire group of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;students replied in unison, “NO!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;“Correct”, replied the professor. And as was expected by the students, the professor&amp;nbsp;reached for the pitcher of water that was on the table, and poured water in the jar until it&amp;nbsp;was absolutely full. The professor now lifted his gaze once again and asked, “What great&amp;nbsp;truth can we surmise from this experiment?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;With his thoughts on the lecture topic, one manager quickly replied,“We learn that as full as&amp;nbsp;our schedules may appear, if we only increase our effort, it is always possible to add more&amp;nbsp;meetings and tasks.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;“No”, replied the professor. The great truth that we can conclude from this experiment is:&amp;nbsp;If we don’t put all the larger stones in the jar first, we will never be able to fit all&amp;nbsp;of them later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;The auditorium fell silent, as every manager processed the significance of the professor’s&amp;nbsp;words in their entirety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;The old professor continued, “What are the large stones in your life? Health? Family?&amp;nbsp;Friends? Your goals? Doing what you love? Fighting for a Cause? Taking time for yourself?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;What we must remember is that it is&amp;nbsp;most important to include the lager&amp;nbsp;stones in our lives, because if we don’t&amp;nbsp;do so, we are likely to miss out on life&amp;nbsp;altogether. If we give priority to the&amp;nbsp;smaller things in life (pebbles &amp;amp;sand),&amp;nbsp;our lives will be filled up with less&amp;nbsp;important things, leaving littleor no time&amp;nbsp;for the things in our lives thatare most&amp;nbsp;important to us. Because of this, never&amp;nbsp;forget to ask yourself,&amp;nbsp;What are the Large Stones in your Life?&amp;nbsp;And once you identify them, be sure to&amp;nbsp;put them first in your “Jar of Life”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;With a warm wave of his hand, the professor bid farewell to the managers, and slowly&amp;nbsp;walked out of the room.&amp;nbsp;Take care of the large stones first - the things that REALLY matter. Set your priorities. The&amp;nbsp;rest are just pebbles and sand. If you put the sand or the pebbles into the jar first, there will&amp;nbsp;be no room left for the stones.&amp;nbsp;The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you&amp;nbsp;will never have room for things that are truly most important.&amp;nbsp;Pay attention to the things that are critical in your life. Take time to play with your children.&amp;nbsp;Take your partner out for dinner. Take time tohave a chat withyour loved ones. There will&amp;nbsp;always be time to go to work, clean the house and give a dinner party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Sometimes the less important things in life can distract us, filling up our time and keeping us&amp;nbsp;away from what really matters. I encourage you to take a moment and ask yourself, is your&amp;nbsp;jar of life full of sand &amp;amp; pebbles or is it filled with large stones?&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/1030978469630347474-6529201946458957454?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6529201946458957454/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/05/stones-pebbles-or-sand-what-do-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/6529201946458957454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/6529201946458957454'/><link 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font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We live in a nation ,&lt;br /&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; where Pizza reaches home faster than Ambulance &amp;amp; police,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where you get car loan @ 5% and education loan @ 12%,&lt;br /&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where rice is Rs 40/- per kg but sim card is free,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where a millionaire can buy a cricket team instead of donating the money to any charity,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where the footwear, we wear ,are sold in AC showrooms, but vegetables, that we eat, are sold on the footpath,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to follow the path to be famous,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where we make lemon juices with artificial flavours and dish wash liquids with real lemon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where people are standing at tea stalls reading an article about child labour from a newspaper and say,"yaar bachhonse kaam karvane wale ko to phansi par chadha dena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chahiye" and then they shout "Oye chhotu 2 chaii laao....."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incredible India,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mera Bharat Mahaan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;EVERYONE THINKS OF CHANGING THE WORLD,...... .&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO ONE THINKS OF CHANGING HIMSELF .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DREAM IS NOT WHAT YOU SEE IN SLEEP......&lt;br /&gt;DREAM IS WHICH DOES NOT LET YOU SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rediffmail.com/cgi-bin/red.cgi?red=http%3A%2F%2Fsigads%2Erediff%2Ecom%2FRealMedia%2Fads%2Fclick%5Fnx%2Eads%2Fwww%2Erediffmail%2Ecom%2Fsignatureline%2Ehtm%40Middle%3F&amp;amp;isImage=0&amp;amp;BlockImage=0" style="color: #0066ff;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/4956232114372007405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/4956232114372007405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-live-in-nation.html' title='We live in a nation'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-2017092465268333814</id><published>2010-03-07T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:48:00.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>సహాయం - అభిప్రాయం</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;నాకు &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;ఎప్పటి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;నుండో ఒక సందేహం ఉంది. సహాయం అన్నది అడిగిన వారికే చేయాలా? ఎవరికయినా చేయవచ్చా? నేను &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;కొందరిని గమనించాను.... వాళ్ళు చేసిన సహాయం గురించి గొప్పగా చెప్పుకుంటారు.. ... అలా ఎందుకు అంటే, మమ్మలిని చూసి ఇంకొందరు.... ముందుకు వస్తారు అని.....నేను ఇంతకుముందు ఎక్కడో చదివినట్టు గుర్తు.....ఈ సహాయం చేయాలి అనే ఆలోచన ఉన్నవాళ్ళంతా కూడా.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;ఎప్పుడు ప్రకృతి వైపరీత్యాలు&amp;nbsp;సంభావిస్తాయా, ఎప్పుడు సహాయం చేసే అవకాశం వస్తుందా అని ఎదురు చూస్తూ&amp;nbsp;ఉంటారటా!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;నామటుకు నాకు నీవు కుడి చేయితో సహాయం ను ఎడమ చేయికి&amp;nbsp;తెలువనీకు, అలాగే ఎడమ చేయితో చేసిన సహాయాన్ని కుడి చేయికి తెలువనీకు అన్న నానుడి పాటిస్తాను............కొందరు ఆలోచించవచ్చు.....అసలు ఈ టపా ఎందుకు రాస్తున్నావు నాయనా నీవు ఎవరికీ తెలియకుండా సహాయాలు చేస్తున్నావని అందరికి తెలియాలనా? అని......నేను మన కూడలి లోని వారి నుండి అభిప్రాయాలను తెలుసుకోవడానికి ఈ టపా రాస్తున్నాను....... నేనేమి గొప్ప సహాయాలు చేసే వాణ్ని కాదు......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;ఫైనల్గా&amp;nbsp;నేను అడిగేది ఏంటి అంటే...... మనం చేసిన సహాయం గురించి బయట చెప్పాలా? వద్దా?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;అలాగే సహాయం అన్నది అడిగిన వారికే చేయాలా....లేక అవసరం ఉన్న ఎవరికయినా చేయవచ్చా?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-1757607003408544767</id><published>2010-03-05T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:28:44.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ఆడవాళ్ళు - మాథ్స్</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;నిన్న నాకు, నా ఫ్రెండ్ కి మధ్య ఒక చిన్న చర్చ జరిగింది........................ నేను అంటాను ఆడవాళ్ళకు డ్రైవింగ్ సరిగా రాదు....వాళ్ళు ఎక్కువగా &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;ముందు వెళ్ళే వెహికాల్కు తగిలిస్తుంటారు....దానికి కారణం వాళ్ళు &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;మాథ్స్ లో వీక్ ...... అంటే ముందున్న వెహికాల్ కి మనకు మధ్య దూరం గెస్స్ చేయలేక ఆక్సిడెంట్ చేస్తారు అని......తను అంటుంది లేదు ..... ఆడవాళ్ళు &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;చాలా బాగా డ్రైవ్ చేస్తారు... అసలు డ్రైవింగ్ కి మాథ్స్ కి సంబంధం లేదు అని......అలా చాలా సేపు తిన్నది అరిగే &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;వరకు వాదులాడుకున్నాక ............... తనను ఒప్పించాక నేను ఫైనల్ గా ఇచ్చిన &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;conclusion ఏంటి అంటే.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;డ్రైవింగ్ కి, మాథ్స్&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;కి సంబంధం ఉంటుంది.... అంతెందుకు మన నిత్య జీవితంలో చాలా విషయాలకు మాథ్స్ కు సంబంధం ఉంటుంది.... నా ఉద్దేశ్యంలో మాథ్స్ అంటే TRIGNOMETRY , CALCULUS కాదండీ... జస్ట్ కొలతలు, తీసివేతలు, కూడికలు అని అర్థం చేసుకోండి....ఇక పోతే &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;మగవాళ్ళు, ఆడవాళ్ళ విషయానికి వస్తే.... నిజంగా ఆడవాళ్ళు మాథ్స్ లో చాల వీక్......... అంటే ఎక్కడికో కొందరు ఉంటారు....అంటే మన శకుంతల గారి టైపు అన్న మాటా....వాళ్ళంతా జీనియస్ ....... వాళ్ళను తీసివేస్తే... ఎందుకంటే వాళ్ళు చాలా కొద్ది మంది ఉంటారు.....ఆడవాళ్ళు మగవాళ్ళతో పోల్చితే మాథ్స్ లో చాలా వీక్ అండీ...... చివరిలో కొసమెరుపు ఏంటి అంటే నేను ఇచ్చిన conclusion ని మాత్రం తను వ్యతిరేఖించలేదు.....ఎందుకంటే తను నిజంగా చిన్నప్పటి నుండి మాథ్స్ లో వీక్...... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ఇంతకీ మన మహిళా బ్లాగర్లు &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ఏమంటారో.....ఎలాగు..... మా మగవాళ్ళంత నా పక్కనే ఉంటారని ఆశిస్తున్నాను కాబట్టి....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-3693060527437158182</id><published>2010-03-04T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:14:04.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>జ్ఞాపకం</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;మొన్న పాలిటెక్నిక్ హాస్టల్ కి వెళ్లాను..........................డిప్లోమ చేసినప్పుడు అక్కడే ఉండేవాన్నిలెండి..........నిజానికి క్లైంట్ ఆఫీసు కి వెళ్తూ దారిలోనే కదా అని హాస్టల్ ముందు కాసేపు ఆటో&amp;nbsp;ఆపాను.................నేను అలా ..........హాస్టల్ ముందు నిలబడి చూస్తూ ఉన్నాను........ఆటో వాడికి విసుగు పుట్టి సాబ్ వెళ్దామా? అని అడిగాడు.........వాడికేం తెలుసు చెప్పండి! నేను అలా చూస్తూ నా మూడేళ్ళ డిప్లోమ జీవితం లోని మరి కొన్ని&amp;nbsp;జ్ఞాపకాలను వెతుక్కున్తున్నానని. ఆ రోజులు తిరిగి రావు. అవి మళ్ళీ తిరిగి రావని తెలియకుండానే, అసలా ఆలోచన రాకుండానే బాగా ఎంజాయ్ చేసాను. ఒక్కసారిగా అప్పటి ఫ్రెండ్స్ అందరు కళ్ళ ముందు మెదిలారు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;శ్రవణ్ ౧౦౩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;మారుతి ౯౮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;సంతోష్ ౯౮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;అరవింద్ ౯౮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;చందు ౭౨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;రాజమోహన్ ౯౯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;సూర్య నారాయణ రాజు ౯౯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;డాన్స్ ప్రవీణ్ ౯౯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ప్రదీప్ ౧౦౮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఈశ్వర్ ౧౦౮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;నరేష్ ౧౦౮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;సురేష్ ౧౦౭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఇవన్నీ నా ఫ్రెండ్స్ పేర్లు.............పక్కన నంబర్లు ఏంటి అనుకుంటున్నారా, అవి హాస్టల్ లో వాళ్ళ రూం నంబర్ లు. మిగిలిన వారికేమో కానీ, నాకు మాత్రం ఆ మూడేళ్ళ డిప్లోమ లైఫ్ memorable &amp;nbsp;పైన ఉన్న లిస్టు లోని వారిలో కొందరు టచ్ లో ఉన్నారు. మరికొందరు దగ్గర ఉన్నా వారి మనసుకు&amp;nbsp; నేను అంత దగ్గర కాదు, ఇంకొందరు గ్లోబ్ కు ఆవల ఉన్నారు, కొందరు దగ్గర ఉన్నా కావాలని మాట్లాడకుండా ఉన్నారు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;వీళ్ళే కాకుండా ఇంకా కొందరు మరిచిపోలేని&amp;nbsp; సీనియర్ లు ఉన్నారు......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;మధు DEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;కుమార్ DEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;రాజేంద్ర ప్రసాద్ DEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;శ్రీకాంత్ DEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;రాజేశ్వర్ DCME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;నిజంగా ఆ మూడేళ్ళు&amp;nbsp;మరిచిపోని, మరువలేని, మరపురాని రోజులు నా జీవితంలో.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఆ రోజులు నాకెంత ఇస్తామంటే.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;దేవుడు ప్రత్యక్షం అయితే ఆ&amp;nbsp;మూడేళ్ళ కాలాన్నే నా జీవితం గా చేయమని అడిగేంత .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-3693060527437158182?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/3693060527437158182/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_04.html#comment-form' title='2 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/3693060527437158182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/3693060527437158182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_04.html' title='జ్ఞాపకం'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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పని గురించి కొద్దిగా తెలిస్తే చాలు అని...............సపోజ్ మనం టీవీ లో పాటల ప్రోగ్రాం చూస్తున్నాము.... అందులో ఒక సింగెర్ బాగా పాడట్లేదు అనుకోండి ................... మనం కామెంట్ చేయవచ్చు.... అలాగని మనకు ఓ రాగాల గురించి పూర్తిగా తెలియనవసరం లేదు..... అందులో పండితులం కానక్కర లేదు...ఆ పాట&amp;nbsp;అంతకు ముందు విని ఉంటె చాలు. కదా.....కానీ సలహా ఇవ్వాలంటే మాత్రం వాడు అన్నట్టు................. మనకు సంగీత పరిజ్ఞానం ఉంది తీరాలి....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;అంటే...నిన్న నేనే గెలిచాననుకోండి.... ఫైనల్ గా నేనిచ్చిన conclusion ఏంటి అంటే "అవతలి వారి మనోభావాలు దెబ్బ తిననంత వరకు మనం కామెంట్ చేయవచ్చు....... ఏ విషయంలోనయినా...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ఇంతకీ మీరేమంటారు....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-6616539709348700478?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6616539709348700478/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKspWXqqk4/S4YvSDWp3MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3-kKxdfZdLQ/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKspWXqqk4/S4YvSDWp3MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3-kKxdfZdLQ/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;మన ఆలోచనలతో పాటు మనమూ&amp;nbsp;ప్రయాణం చేయగలిగితే ................... నిజంగా ఎంత అందమయిన ఊహనో కదా!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;ఎన్ని సార్లు నేను నీవున్న చోట, నువ్వు నేనున్నా చోట ఉంటామో కదా....అసలు నేను నీ దగ్గర తప్ప ఇక ఇంకా ఎక్కడ ఉండనేమో.. కదా! ఎందుకంటే అంతలా నా ప్రతీ ఆలోచనలో నువ్వుంటావు..... నీకు గుర్తు ఉందా? మనం కలిసిన ప్రతీసారీ, నువ్వు నాతో చెప్పే మాట....ఊహలకే రెక్కలోస్తే వెంటనే నీ దగ్గర వాలేదాన్నీ&amp;nbsp;అని.... నిజమే సుమా! ఊహలకే రెక్కలోస్తే నీవొక చోట, నేనొక చోట పని చేస్తూ ఉన్న, కోరుకున్న క్షణం, నే నీ ముంగిట నిలవొచ్చు. అయినా మన పిచ్చి కానీ, అనుకున్నవన్నీ సాధ్యం&amp;nbsp;కావు కదా...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;కానీ మనసు ఒక పిచ్చిది, అది మన మాట వినదు.... ఒక చోట నిలువదు......నిను చేరేందుకు అసాధ్యం ఐన ఆలోచనలు ఎన్నో చేస్తూ ఉంటుంది.... అవి సాధ్యం కాదని తెలిసిన దానికి అదో సరదా...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-4146384730567921064?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/4146384730567921064/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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And The People Too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Forte; font-size: x-large; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But The Thing Is That I Don’t Want To Accept It!&lt;/span&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/1030978469630347474-2113913573668182339?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/2113913573668182339/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-has-changed-lot.html#comment-form' title='1 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/2113913573668182339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/2113913573668182339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-has-changed-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-6035289126461449682</id><published>2010-02-04T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:09:48.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>స్పష్టత ఉండాలి</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;నాకో ఫ్రెండ్ ఉన్నాడు.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;వాడెప్పుడూ మనం ఏది మాట్లాడినా, ఏం చేసినా&amp;nbsp;స్పష్టత ఉండాలి అనేవాడు. నిజంగా అది నిజం. మనం దేని గురించి ఆలోచించినా, మనం ఏ పని&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;చేసినా స్పష్టత ముఖ్యం, అది లేకుంటే మనం మాట్లాడింది కాని, చేసిన పని కానీ ఎదుటివారికి కాదు కదా మనకే అర్థం కాదు. కానీ మన దురదృష్టం అదే మనకు చిన్నప్పటి నుండి అదే ఉండదు. చిన్నప్పటి నుండి మనం ఏం కావాలనుకున్తున్నామో దాంట్లో స్పష్టత ఉండదు, కాలేజీ రోజులలో ప్రొఫెసర్ చెప్పేది, మనకు ఎంతవరకు ఏం&amp;nbsp;అర్థం అయిందో స్పష్టత ఉండదు, ఇంటర్వ్యూ లో అడిగే ప్రశ్నలకు చెప్పే జవాబుల్లో స్పష్టత ఉండదు. ఈ స్పష్టత (CLARITY ) అన్న పదం విన్న ప్రతీసారి నాకు రెండు కథలు గుర్తుకు వస్తాయి.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;౧. ఒకడు దేవుని గురించి తపస్సు చేసి, దేవుడు ప్రత్యక్షం కాగానే ఎం కావాలో కోరుకో అంటే, వాడు...."నాకు ఒక వెహికల్ నిండా అమ్మాయిలూ, పర్సు నిండా డబ్బులు కావాలి అని కోరుకున్నాడట! దేవుడు తథాస్తు అన్నాడు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;సీన్ కట్ చేస్తే వాడు లేడీస్ బస్ లో కండక్టర్ అయ్యాడు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;౨.&amp;nbsp;ఒకడు దేవుని గురించి తపస్సు చేసి, దేవుడు ప్రత్యక్షం కాగానే ఎం కావాలో కోరుకో అంటే, వాడు...." నేను ఎప్పుడు సిటీ బస్సు ఎక్కినా కూడా ఎవరో ఒకరు లేచి నాకు సీట్ ఇవ్వాలి, అలా వరం కావాలి అన్నాడట!"&amp;nbsp;దేవుడు తథాస్తు అన్నాడు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;సీన్ కట్ చేస్తే&amp;nbsp;వాడు గుడ్డి వాడు అయ్యాడట.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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US లో ఉన్న స్నేహితుడికి చులకన ఇండియా లో ఉన్న స్నేహితుడంటే, ప్రాజెక్ట్ మేనేజర్ గా ఉన్న స్నేహితుడికి చులకన, తన కన్నా తక్కువ స్థాయి లో ఉన్న స్నేహితుడంటే, జాబు ఉన్న స్నేహితుడికి చులకన జాబు కోసం వెతుక్కునే స్నేహితుడంటే.... ఎక్కడండీ నిజమయిన స్నేహం కనబడేది.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఆఖరికి రక్త సంబందాలు&amp;nbsp;కూడా డబ్బు మూలాన కలుషితమయిపోయాయి. ప్రతీ వాడు,&amp;nbsp; ప్రతీ దాన్నీ&amp;nbsp;డబ్బుకు ముడి పెట్టి ఆలోచించే వాడే.. కానీ మనిషి గా, మంచితనం తో, మానవత్వం తో ఆలోచించే వారు ఎందరు?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; 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నేను చేయగలిగింది ఇంతకన్నా ఏం లేదు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఒక మంచి మాట:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; సముద్రాన్ని కాళ్ళు తడవకుండా దాటగలిగిన వాడు కూడా, జీవితాన్ని కళ్ళు తడవకుండా దాటలేదు.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-7016412770943040916?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/7016412770943040916/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/7016412770943040916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/7016412770943040916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='ఆలోచించరూ ప్లీజ్!'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-165211701809767487</id><published>2009-12-25T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:17:08.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>అరణ్య ఘోష - అల్లం శేషగిరి రావు</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKspWXqqk4/SzWOHGxY-NI/AAAAAAAAABo/w6zEYmvah2A/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKspWXqqk4/SzWOHGxY-NI/AAAAAAAAABo/w6zEYmvah2A/s320/scan0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;అరణ్య ఘోష - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ఇది అల్లం శేషగిరి రావు గారు రాసిన కథా సంకలనం పేరు. ఇందులో మొత్తం 13 కథలు ఉన్నాయి. అన్నీ వేటికవే ప్రత్యేకమైనవి.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;మనకున్న తెలుగు వారికి ఉన్న కథకులలో అల్లం శేషగిరి రావు గారిది ఒక విశిష్టమైన శైలి. అడవులు, రైల్వే ట్రాకులు, పులులు, పిట్టలు, బాతులు, వేట, సంచార జాతుల జీవితాలను కథ వస్తువులుగా తీసుకుని వాటి చుట్టూ కథ అల్లి, అందులో సామాజిక స్పృహ చొప్పించి, మొదటి నుండి చివరి వరకు ఎంతో ఉత్కంట కథను నడిపించడం అల్లం శేషగిరి రావు గారి కే సాధ్యం. ఈ కథా సంకలనం లోని కథలు సరదాగా చదివి పక్కకు పెట్టేసేలా ఉండవు, ప్రతీ కథలో పాత్రల వ్యక్తిత్వ చిత్రీకరణ, ఆ వర్ణన, మనస్సుకు హత్తుకునే లా ఉంది, చదివేవారిని మళ్ళీ మళ్ళీ చదివేలా చేస్తాయి. బహుశా అల్లం శేషగిరి రావు గారు ఉద్యోగరీత్యా రైల్వే లో&amp;nbsp;వివిధ ప్రాంతాలలో పని చేయడం వాళ్ళ కావచ్చు, ఆయన కథలలో ముఖ్యంగా పాత్రల చిత్రీకరణలో&amp;nbsp; సహజత్వం కొట్టొచ్చినట్టు కనిపిస్తుంది. ఈ కథలలో గొప్పతనం ఏంటంటే నేను ఈ కథలను చదవడం మొదలు పెట్టిన ప్రతీసారి పూర్తి చేసి కాని ఆపేయ్యలేదు. అంతటి ఆకట్టుకునే రచనా శైలి ఆయన సొంతం.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;ఇందులో &amp;nbsp;ఉన్న కథలన్నిటిలో&amp;nbsp;నాకు నచ్చినవి కొన్ని:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;వరడు:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;ఈ కథ దూరదర్శన్ లో దర్పణ్ సిరీస్ లో భాగంగా బాసు చటర్జీ దర్శకత్వంలో సింగిల్ ఎపిసోడ్ గా ప్రసారం అయింది. ఇందులో పంతులు గారి పాత్ర వ్యక్తిత్వం మనం సమకాలీన సమాజం లో రోజు చూస్తున్నదే కాని, దాన్న్తి అద్భుతంగా వరడు (అడవిలో సింహం పక్కన చేరి ఇతర జంతువులను చంపించి, సింహం తినగా మిగిలిన ఎంగిలి తిని బ్రతికే జిత్తుల మారి ముసలి నక్క) తో పోల్చి కథను నడిపించిన తీరు, కథను ముగించిన తీరు చాల విలక్షణంగా ఉంటుంది. మిగిలిన పాత్రలు మిలిటరీ చిన్నయ్యా, చిన్న ఆఫీసరు పాత్రలను మలిచిన తీరు అద్భుతం. ఈ కథ ద్వారా శేషగిరి రావు గారు సమకాలీన సమాజంలోని మనుష్యుల అవకాశవాదాన్ని, లోపాయికారీతనాన్ని చక్కగా చూపించారు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;ది లాంగేస్ట్ డే: పారీశ్రామీకరణ ద్వారా ప్రపంచమంతా యంత్రమయం అయిన ఈ రోజుల్లో ఇటు వేగంగా అభివృద్ధి చెందుతున్న ప్రపంచంతో ముందుకు సాగలేక, అటు బ్రతికేందుకు వేరే దారి దొరకకా, అద్దె రిక్షా నడుపుకునే సింహాచలం అనే వృద్దుడి పాత్ర ద్వారా సమాజంలోని దళారీ వ్యవస్థను, బలహీనులను బలవంతులు ఏ రకంగా దోచుకున్తున్నారో హృదయం ద్రవించేలా ఈ కథ ద్వారా రచయిత చూపించాడు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ఫాక్స్ ట్రాట్:&lt;/b&gt; అవతలి వ్యక్తి మానసిక పరిస్థితిని తనకు అనుకూలంగా మార్చుకుని తన పబ్బం గడుపుకునే వ్యక్తులు మన సమాజంలో కోకొల్లలు. ఈ కథలోని అప్రావ్ కారెక్టర్ ఆ కోవలోకి చెందినదే.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;చీకటి: &lt;/b&gt;ఈ కథలో కెప్టెన్ వర్మ, డిబిరిగాడు పాత్రల ద్వారా రచయిత మనుష్యులు తమ జీవితానుభవాలు పంచుకునే వేళ ఎటువంటి తారతమ్యాలు అడ్డురావని చెప్పారు. ఈ కథలో నిజంగా రాయలేని ఒక ఫీల్ ఉంది, అది కథ సాంతం చదివితే కాని తెలియదు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 28px;"&gt;ఈ 200 పేజీల కథాసంకలనం కుసుమ బుక్స్, విజయవాడ వారు ప్రచురించారు. బాధాకరమయిన విషయం ఏంటంటే ఈ పుస్తకాన్నినేను ఫుట్ పాత్ మీద కొన్నాను. నా దగ్గరున్న పుస్తకం 1996 లో ప్రచురించబడింది. కావున తర్వాత పునర్ముద్రణ పొందింది లేనిది నాకు తెలియదు. కానీ ఎక్కడన్నా దొరికితే తప్పక కొని చదవండి, తెలుగు వారి లైబ్రరీ లో ఉండదగిన పుస్తకం ఇది. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-165211701809767487?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/165211701809767487/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='1 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/165211701809767487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/165211701809767487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_25.html' title='అరణ్య ఘోష - అల్లం శేషగిరి రావు'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKspWXqqk4/SzWOHGxY-NI/AAAAAAAAABo/w6zEYmvah2A/s72-c/scan0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030978469630347474.post-2836498259814399307</id><published>2009-12-23T03:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:59:11.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>త్వరలో "అర్థం కాని వేదాంతం"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030978469630347474-2836498259814399307?l=srikarbabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/feeds/2836498259814399307/comments/default' title='వ్యాఖ్యలను పోస్ట్ చెయ్యి'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 వ్యాఖ్యలు'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/2836498259814399307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030978469630347474/posts/default/2836498259814399307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srikarbabu.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='త్వరలో &quot;అర్థం కాని వేదాంతం&quot;'/><author><name>శ్రీకర్ బాబు</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07565043026789749539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
