Killing English...

^♥^Class teacher once said : " pick up the paper and fall in the dustbin!!!"

^♥^once hindi teacher said...."i'm going out of the world to america.."

^♥^"..DON'T TRY TO TALK IN FRONT OF MY BACK.."




^♥^dont..laugh at the back benches...otherwise teeth and all will be fallen down.....




^♥^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

" why is fan not oning" (ing form of on)

^♥^write down ur name and father of ur name!!

^♥^"shhh... quiet... the principal is revolving around college"




^♥^My manager started like this

"Hi, I am Madhu, Married with two kids"




^♥^"I'll illustrate what i have in my mind" said the professor and erased the board




^♥^"will u hang that calender or else i'll HANG MYSELF"




^♥^LIBRARIAN SCOLDE ," IF U WILL TALK AGAIN , I WILL KNEEL DOWN OUTSIDE"




^♥^Chemistry HOD comes and tells us......

"My aim is to study my son and marry my daughter"




^♥^Tomorrow call ur parents especially mother and father



^♥^"why are you looking at the monkeys outside when i am in the class?!"




^♥^Lab assistant said this when my friend wrote wrong code..

"I understand. You understand. Computer how understand??




^♥^Seing the principal passing by, the teacher told the noisy class..

"Keep quiet, the principal has passed away"

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^♥^Principal to student..." I saw u yesterday rotating near girls hostel pulling cigerette... ? "

Happy Janamashtami!

today i am not going to write any thing about "krishna"..,if you want real ,hardcore stuff about "krishna " plz GO TO THESE LINKS GIVEN BELLOW
THIS IS LINK TO THE MOST HAPPENING BLOG ON NET AND THIS IS CREATED BY "BAU" WHO IS MY "ART OF LIVING" TEACHER ,BAU IS MOST DYNAMIC PERSON , TEACHER SO PLZ DO VISIT HIS BLOG .


click here to read "krisnha!"

and click here to see whole blog by bau

Happy Janamashtami!

love
avinash

दिसतं तस् नसतं .................

This kind of post is very commen but it have its own value,its own fun.
this is about illusion ...
some time what you see is not always true..
check out this pic


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so think a while whenever you react to someone!!!!!

Rules Are Made TO Break..

around 95% of indians dont like to follow the the made by govt. , community, and by lots of sourcees.they feel proude breack them,and they can do this with full energy without any rescrtiction couse govt of india is not doing any thing for it,lots of ppl who are in parlament have created there own record,which they themself cant breack.



ok forgot about rule,regulation made by govt, community ,ppl are even ready to breack there own rule , by there institute .


look at the following picture :






this area of my college and this area is actualy "NO PARKING " area ,but as can see there two car which are not of student any teacher ,
one of these car which is in front of Principal "KAVITA REGE" (MH O2 BD 574) , and other one is of "PRO .SAMADHAN PATIL" who is head of physics dipartment of junior college.

these all things going on in own college by sinier faculty,

तो हम बच्चो का क्या कसूर ...
सुधर जाओ ,
आप ही ऐसा करेंगे तो हम लोग (student)क्या करेंगे ??????????????

Kalam:s missile on "indian media"

Why is the media here so negative?



Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our
achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success
stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a
self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements
but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. I
was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the
day
after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The
Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had th picture of a
Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid
and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The
gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the
newspaper, buried among other news.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so
NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign
things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign
technology.

Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that
self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this
lecture,
when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal
in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India . For her,
you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India
is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation. Do you
have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.

Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is
yours.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,
The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.

YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?
Tak a person on his way to Singapore Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a
face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International
best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in
the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay
$5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim
Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking
lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or
a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you
don't say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during
Ramadan, in Dubai YOU would no dare to go out without your head covered
in Jeddah . YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange
in London at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD
calls are billed to someone else.'YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph
(88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop,
'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son.
Take your two bucks and get lost.' YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell
anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New
Zealand .
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? Why don't YOU use
examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston ??? We are still
talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system
in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and
cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an
involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the
same here in India ?

Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay , Mr.
Tinaikar , had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the
streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And
then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the
authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the
officers to do? Go down with a broom every time thei dog feels the pressure
in his bowels?
In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job.
Same in Japan Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to
the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do
everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the
government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all
over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper
and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms
but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and
toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.
This applies even to the staff who is know not to pass on the service to
the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to
women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room
protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the
whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my
sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system?
What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of our
neighbors, other households, other cities, other communities and the
government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually
making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with
our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far
away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a
majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to Americ to bask in their
glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to
England When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out
to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and
brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape
the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is
mortgaged to money.

Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great
deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J. F.
Kennedy 's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....

'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA
AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA
WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY

Lets do what India needs from us.

Thank you,

Dr. Abdul Kalaam

I just wanna spend my life with you................

I really love this song from "Neal 'n' Nikki". The lyrics aren't all that great, some are a bit cheesy, but it is the excellent music provided by Salim-Sulaiman and the super smooth voice of Clinton Cerejo that make this song great. Clinton Cerejo is accompanied by Dominique Cerejo.



Like a dream you can't explain
Love can chase the bidding of your heart
Like the sunshine in the rain
Love can make your whole world fall apart

But I want it now
I just wanna spend my life with you
Time will show me how
Suddenly everything has turned me inside out
Suddenly love's the thing that I can't live without

You're my dream, my love, my life
I just wanna spend my life with you
You're the one that makes me smile
I just wanna spend my life with you
Gotta love somehow
I just wanna spend my life with you









You can show me how
Suddenly everything has turned me inside out
Suddenly love's the thing that I can't live without

You're my dream, my love, my life
I just wanna spend my life with you
You're the one that makes me smile
I just wanna spend my life with you

What have you done to me?
Is this how it's meant to be?
Can't control this feeling in my heart
I can see paradise
Glowing inside your eyes
And I know you feel it in your heart

But I want it now
I just wanna spend my life with you
Time will show me how
Suddenly everything has turned me inside out
Suddenly love's the thing that I can't live without

You're my dream, my love, my life
I just wanna spend my life with you
You're the one that makes me smile
I just wanna spend my life with you

Love is a crazy thing
Something that you wanna see
And the world's like deep inside your soul
But somebody comes along
Together you sing this song
You just let the music take control

And I want it now
I just wanna spend my life with you
Time will show me how
Suddenly everything has turned me inside out
Suddenly love's the thing that I can't live without

You're my dream, my love, my life
I just wanna spend my life with you...

Sutra...

I have gather some good stuff, some good said,good line good knowledge point ,fundas for life given by "sri sri" and my art of living teachers,
"How can you always be happy? Forget about 'always' - then you will be happy.". . . SRI SRI...

"Living in the present moment means eating each bite of ice cream as if it were the last one!!!" "Longing or pain or hurt, is the part of Love. Experience it, be with it, go through it- then your love becomes so mature.". . . SRI SRI...


"You see how plane moves through clouds, fog and mist as it lands on to a landing strip. Its focus is on a narrow strip and does not mind all the obstacles in its way. You too should be untouched by the difficulties and keep on the track of your path .". . . SRI SRI...

"your made up of substance called happiness""Respect all, but follow one path- that is the quickest way for progress .". . . SRI SRI...

"If God Brings you to it, He will bring you through it. Happy moments, praise God; Difficult moments, seek God; Quiet moments, worship God; Painful moments, trust God; Every moment, thank God..". . . SRI SRI...

"Offer the desires that have already arisen in you, then you'll become peaceful and happy - instantaneously.". . . SRI SRI..

"God is very youthful ever young.God is very naughty. God Loves fun! Thats why He has created so much fun around, including all the worry and everything else.". . . SRI SRI...

"Knowing a thought as thought brings freedom. When you think of a thought as a reality, that is when you are stuck.". . . SRI SRI..

I LL KEEP ADDING NEW KNOWLEDGE PONT TO BLOG AS I GET ANY NEW ONE.....

JAI GURUDEV,
LOVE ,
Sathe Baba.

BABA"s Pav Bhaji.....

Who doesn't like Pav Bhaji? From kids to adults everyone just loves this street food and is thus always a hit with the whole family. I love it mainly because it is a snap to add zippy flavor to fresh veggies. Pav Bhaji is such an excellent meal extender that I always make whenever I feel my menu needs a boost.




INGREDIENTS:
Potatoes
Carrot
Beans
Cauliflower
Mutter
Capsicum(optional)
1 Big Tomato
1 Big Onion
1 tsp Paprika
1 tsp Red Chili Powder
1 tsp Garam Masala Powder
1.5 Tsp Ginger-Garlic Paste
3 Tbsp Milk
1.5 tsp Pav Bhaji Masala
1 tsp Tomato Paste(tinned)
1tsp Sugar
3 Green Chilies
1 Sweet Onion - Chopped into small pieces
1 Lemon sliced
Salt as per taste
Butter
Pav Buns

METHOD:

• Pressure cook all all the veggies(carrot+potato+capsicum+mutter+beans) except cauliflower with enough salt . Mash them nicely and keep it aside.
• Now Microwave nicely chopped cauliflower for just 2 mins and keep it aside.
• In a heavy bottomed pan had little butter/oil(Tip: For pav bhaji try and use butter instead of oil for extra taste) and add the sliced onions + sugar and saute it until transparent.
  
• To this add Ginger-Garlic paste and chopped green chilies along with the masala powders and saute it for another 2 mins.
• Now add nicley chopped tomatoes and the tomato paste( Tip: always use about a Tbsp of tinned tomato paste as it gives a wonderful and natural color to the bhaji) and saute it for another 2 mins.
• Add in all the mashed veggies along with half cooked cauliflower and enough water and Milk and cook on medium flame for 7 to 8 mins with stirring and mashing of the veggies here and there(Tip: I added milk here for some richness. Just use any milk that u have. I used 2%)
• Have them hot with some fresh chopped onions and lemon juice along with nicely roasted Pav Buns.
  
• Enjoy!!!

and plz give feedback....

फक्त एकदा हो म्हन,....

तुझ्यासोबत सात पावल चालायचय,
अन त्या पावलातल अंतर मनात ठेवायाचय,

फक्त एकदा हो म्हन,
तुझा हात माझ्या हाती घ्यायचाय ,
अन त्यातला ओलावा मनात जपायचाय,

फक्त एकदा हो म्हन,
तुझ्या डोळ्यांत डोळे घालून बघायचय,
अन त्यातल प्रेम अनुभावयाचय ,

फक्त एकदा हो म्हन,
तुझ्या ओठाना मला स्पर्ष करायचाय,
अन त्यातल्या नि : शब्द भावना जाणून घ्यायाच्याय ,

फक्त एकदा हो म्हन,
तुझ्या कमरेत हात घालून तुला जवळ घ्यायचय,
अन तुझ्या - माझ्यातला दुरावा सम्पवयाचय,

फक्त एकदा हो म्हन,
सप्त रंगताले सातही रंग तुला द्यायाचेत,
अन त्यातला आनंद मला जपून ठेवायाचय,
फक्त एकदा हो म्हन,

तुझ्या मनात होणार्या भावनांचा शोध घ्यायचाय ,
अन त्याना माझ्या मनाशी जोडायाचय,फक्त एकदा हो म्हन,



















तुझ्या साथीत सात जन्म रहायचय,
अन गोड संसाराच सुख उपभोगयाचय ,

म्हणुन तर ...फक्त एकदा हो म्हन....

"Best Friend..."

मला वाटायच तीच माज्यावर जीवापाड प्रेम आहे .
फ़क्त मी विचारायची देरी आहे ..
मलाही ती प्रचड आवडायची
जेव्हा ती मला आपला "best friend" म्हणायची ,
मनातल गुपित फोडायची ,
लाडत येऊन बोलायची ,
लटक रागवायाची ,
माज्याशी भान्डायची ,
गप्पा मारायची ..
माज्या कविता ऐकायाची,
त्याना उत्सुर्फ़ दाद द्यायची ..
माज्यावर प्रेम करायची ..

पण मला माहित नव्हत ती मला
फ़क्त आपला "best friend " मानायची ..


मला खुप यातना जाल्या, जेव्हा ती म्हणाली .
"मी प्रेमात पडले रे त्याच्या...."
पण तिच्या अपेक्षेप्रमाणेच मी तेव्हा तिची थट्टा केली .
अन तिची कळी लगेचच खुलवली,
तिला काय सांगू काय नको जालेल.
असे तिला मी कितीदा तरी पहिलेल .
मी म्हणालो, "मज़ा आहे बुवा एका मुलीची.!"
ती म्हणाली," तुला पण मिळेल रे साथ कोणा सुन्दरीची.!"
मन रडत असतानाही रडत होतो.
तिला कलू न देण्याची सगळी काळजी घेत होतो .
तिला पण काहीच कळल नाही .
प्रेमात पडलेल्या तिला वेगळ काहीच दिसत नाही .


मी पण तसदी घेतली नाही मनातल काही बोलायची..
कारण ती मला आपला "best friend" मानायची ..


ती गेल्यावर मी सुन्न जालो ,
आतल्या आत मी मग्न जालो ,
तिच्या आठवणी मी आठवू लागलो .
त्या पुसून टाकायचा निष्फ़ळ प्रयत्न करू लागलो ,
तिच्याशी बोलताना मी तिची खुप थट्टा करायचो .
'त्याच्या' नावाने तिला भरपूर चिडवायचो
कोणाशी भांडल्यावर मात्र तिला माजी आठवण यायची .
आजही माज्या मध्यस्थीची तिला गरज वाटायची ,
ती अजुन ही माज्याशी खुप बोलायची ,
खुप काही सांगायच म्हणायची ,
पण कधी ते सांगायला विसरायाची..

मनातले अश्रु मी तिला कधीच दिसू दिले नाहीत ,
कारण ती मला तिचा " best friend " मानायची .

मी मात्र आतल्या आत कुढत बसायचो,
माज्याच एकटेपणात हरवलेला असायचो.
तिचे बोलणे ऐकत असताना ,
मुकपणे आपले अश्रु गिळत असायचो
तिच्यासमोर नाटक करणे फारच कठीण होते .
त्याच तीच भांडण ती मला येऊन सांगायची .
माज्याशी बोलून मोकळ वाटल अस म्हणायची.
स्वत:च्या वेदना लपवून तिचे बोलणे..
शांतपणे ऐकून घ्यायचो .
एक दोन गोष्टी सांगून..
तिला बरे वाटावे असे काहीतरी करायचो ..

माज्या बोलन्यापेक्षा माज्या असन्यावरच ती समाधानी असायची ..
कारण ती मला तिचा" best friend " मानायची ..

आधेमधे तिलापण काही तरी हुक्की यायची ,
कोणाच्याही नावावरून मला चिडवून पहायची .
मीही हसून खोटा राग दाखवायचो ,
तिच्या चीडवन्यावर खोटे चिडून तिला खुष करायचो .
माज्या वेदना आणि दुःख कधीच दाखविले नाही ,
एका शब्दाने ही तिला कलु दिले नाही .
त्या दिवशी त्याची आणि माजी भेट जाली..,
माजी ठसठसणारी जखम पुन्हा उघडी पडली ..
तिने माजी ओळख चांगला मित्र म्हणुन करून दिली .
मी भेट दिलेल्या "माज्या कविताची वही" त्याला दाखविली.
दुसरयाच दिवशी त्याने तिला आपली कविता भेट दिली..
कारण त्याला कदाचित तिच्या बद्दल असुरक्षितता भासली .


तिला मात्र कधीच याची भिती नाही वाटायची..
कारण ती मला तिचा" best friend " मानायची .


तिच्या लग्नामधे तिने मला आवर्जुन बोलावले..
"लग्नाला नक्की यायचे " असे पत्रिकेत लिहून पाठविले .
माज्या ह्रुदयाची शकले मीच गोला केली ,
एक तिच्या आवडीचे गिफ्ट घेवून तिची भेट घेतली ..
चेहरा हसरा ठेवून मी काळजी घेतली तिला खूष ठेवायची .
कारण ती मला तिचा "best friend" मानायची..


तिच्या लग्नानंतर मात्र मी एक गोष्ट केली
कटाक्षाने तिची भेट टाळली .
माज्या वागन्यातला फरक .
तिला कलू द्यायची माजी तयारी नव्हती ..
कारण त्याच्या प्रेमात बुडालेल्या तिला..
माज्या अश्रुंची मुळीच कदर नव्हती .
मी इतके दिवस असे काही दाखवले नाही
कारण ती मला फक्त तिचा"best friend " मानायची ..


आयुष्यभर एकट राहून जगत आलो,
तिच्या पत्राना जानून बुजुन एक दोन ओळीत उत्तर लिहू लागलो
माज्या बिजी लाइफचा चांगला बहाना माज्या कड़े होता..
तिच्याही व्यापनमुले तिला आजिबत वेळ नव्हता ..
तरी पण माज्या एक दोन ओळीना ती उत्तर पाठवायची ..
कारण ती मला तिचा "best friend" मानायची..


तिच्या अखेरच्या क्षणी मी तिला भेटलो ,
इतके दिवस थाम्बलेल्या अश्रु संकट बोललो ..
शेवटच्या घटका मोजताना तिला फार बोलावले नाही ..
मलाही जास्त वेळ थाम्बवले नाही .
तरीही एका वाक्यात तिने सांगितले ..
"तू आता पर्यंत खरे मित्रत्व दाखवले "
डोळ्यानीच ती म्हणायचे ते म्हणाली ,
ती मला तिचा "best friend " मानायची..

आता माजाही प्रवास संपत आला आहे ,
मागे बघताना त्या हीरवळीचा हेवा वाटत आहे ,
आताच पोस्टमन येवुन हे पारसल देवून गेला ..
माज्या मनात प्रश्नांचे काहुर माजवुन गेला .
काय गरज होती का तिला तिच्या मृत्युपत्रात
आवर्जुन माज्या साठी काही ठेवायची ...!
पण नाही , कारण ...
ती मला तिचा "best friend " मानायची..


तिच्या डायर्यांमधे सापडले ,
माजे हरवलेले क्षण, आठवणी ,
खोडया, थट्टा, हसने, बोलणे, रडणे..,
गुपित, गोष्टी, गाठी, भेटी ...
मैत्री आणि बरच काही ..
आणि पटत गेले की ..,
खरच ती मला तिचा "best friend " मानायची..


जेव्हा शेवटच्या पानावर तिच्या ओळी वाचल्या ..
ह्रुदयातिल अश्रूना जणू वाटा मोकाळ्या जाल्या..


"मला वाटायच त्याच माज्यावर जीवापाड प्रेम आहे ..
फक्त त्यांन मला विचारायची देरी आहे ...
मला तर तो प्रचंड आवडतो ..
मी त्याला " best friend " म्हटल्यावर ..
गालातल्या गालात हसतो ....
मनातल गुपीत सांगतो . माजे ऐकतो ...
माज्याशी भांडतो ....
त्याच्या कविता ऐकवून , माज्या कड़े अर्थपूर्ण कटाक्ष टाकातो ..
माज्या वर प्रेम करतो ....
खरच का तो माज्या वर खर प्रेम करतो ...????


जणू माज्या ओळी मी तिच्या डायरीत वाचत होतो ..
मरन्यापूर्वी सरणावर जळत होतो..
काय गरज होती मरण शय्येवर नियतीनेही
माजी अशी क्रूर थट्टा करायची ...???
त्या शेवटच्या क्षणी मला जाणवून दयायची की ...
वेड्या ती तुला तीच "true love " मानायची..