<?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-29235528</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:36:11.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bonheur</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-5795087822394447523</id><published>2008-08-14T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:49:20.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234445153311651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SKR8Ijdn99I/AAAAAAAAACI/pgsGdUS-obQ/s400/Indian_flag.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to be at the scool at sharp 7:00 AM in the morning. Today is independence day, and our school is prepared with speeches from teachers and some of the talented students who can deliver a good speech on independence. There is a flag up there, tied with a knot with a string that comes down along the pole.And there is so much labour involved to set that flag, you need to get the knot properly so that it opens when our principal tries to open.You have to get the flag at the top, and there you need a talented student who can climb the pole to set it there. There is the best part after the independence day celebrations. The sweets that we get in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many more memories that are still alive inside me on independence day. There was enthusiasm at the time for the day.Even i could feel how our martyrs gave us this day.Their sacrifice is more than we can think of and can realize. I cannot even visualize how they stood in front to get a bullet on their chest for their country without any hesitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i listen to patriotic songs...there is some force that i feel in my nerves. I salute my country and those who sacrificed for my countries independence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-5795087822394447523?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/5795087822394447523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=5795087822394447523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/5795087822394447523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/5795087822394447523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-independence-day-i-have-to-be-at.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SKR8Ijdn99I/AAAAAAAAACI/pgsGdUS-obQ/s72-c/Indian_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-5127218422064570634</id><published>2008-07-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:35:40.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;h&lt;a href="http://dostz.blogspot.com/"&gt;ttp://dostz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-5127218422064570634?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/5127218422064570634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=5127218422064570634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/5127218422064570634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/5127218422064570634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2008/07/h-ttpdostz.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-7450276590183237931</id><published>2008-04-15T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:53:05.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHAIL TRIP:&lt;br /&gt;http://archview.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-7450276590183237931?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/7450276590183237931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=7450276590183237931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/7450276590183237931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/7450276590183237931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2008/04/chail-trip-httparchview.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-352600366638177143</id><published>2007-10-03T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:31:42.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GHAR ghar ki kahani....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/RxRWDizJoqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J7QzM9F5Dr8/s1600-h/DSC01294+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 287px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/RxRWDizJoqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J7QzM9F5Dr8/s400/DSC01294+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121813295108039330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e are friends living in an apartment in govindpuri. It is a long time since we all are together like the same college days.And when you see our house you will get all the feel and essence of a hostel room,although the valuables in the room have changed ( we all are now a salaried person ).&lt;br /&gt;If i will describe our house in words,u will definitely feel that we are living in miserable conditions with the invasion of cockroaches in our home everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;we are living in a condition where we have to fight for everything ,including basic needs.There is always a water shortage ,especially in our house bcoz somehow our water pump or our tank gets us into some problem. But every problem teaches you something. ( Tough times never last ,but tough people do ) we survived for one week without water ,doing all our daily activities ,somehow with jugaad,U will not see any sweeper in our house or any cook.We have tried to be sustainable with all our resources. And when we are sustainable there is always a problem with who will do what and how to distribute the work.Its like everyday fight between working husband's and working wife's.But it has always seemed to me so charming that everyday there is a fight on small things and after that also it doesn't effects anything.I can definitely say that when we all will be at different places we will miss these days.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever anyone asks whether why we have not shifted from this place,there is no solid reason but somewhere inside we are not willing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-352600366638177143?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/352600366638177143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=352600366638177143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/352600366638177143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/352600366638177143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2007/10/ghar-ghar-ki-kahani.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/RxRWDizJoqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J7QzM9F5Dr8/s72-c/DSC01294+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-3364212095585843468</id><published>2007-08-18T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T06:27:41.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INDEPENDENCE DAY alias KITE FLYING DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100031524673832178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/Rsbzpot6RPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oA_4FxAdjNc/s400/VaranasaiKiteFlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 august is India independence day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to Delhi ( Capital of India ) and you will see kites in the sky like birds all over.This was the first time that i saw a kite flying event at such an enthusiastic and large scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can compare it with any other big festivals ( Holi, Deepawali ). On 15th August i was at my relative's house ,my mausi's house where i usually visit to get a feel of home environment where I am away from all the worries.Mausi has 4 children's and they are my source of inspiration for getting there on a holiday or weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 15th august there was the same enthusiasm in the childrens that they will wake upat 5:30 in the morning to fly the kites.I laughed at the thought that these small childrens will wake up with sun.But they proved it wrong when i woke up in the morning ,they were already on the terraces making there kites ready for the battle.On every terrace you could see a bunch of people,the whole family, preparing for the day with decks in full sound.All the day was full of excitement watching and flying the kite.I also tried my hand with kite flying and could get many of them ( Kati patang ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening i could feel that i enjoyed it more than any festival.We can say that people were enjoying India's freedom with the freedom of the kites like we celebrate deepawali with all diya's and lighting around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-3364212095585843468?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/3364212095585843468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=3364212095585843468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/3364212095585843468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/3364212095585843468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2007/08/independence-day-alias-kite-flying-day.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/Rsbzpot6RPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oA_4FxAdjNc/s72-c/VaranasaiKiteFlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-1458007582486447231</id><published>2007-03-30T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:42:58.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/Rg1oKBZuuBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7tcS2Dsc5c/s1600-h/indiacricket1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047805278736529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/Rg1oKBZuuBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7tcS2Dsc5c/s400/indiacricket1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hoooooo Haaaaaa India !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are feeling bad about the india's loss in world cup cricket but there are some people who have won because india couldn't make it to the super eight. I don't know what makes them so happy...whether its about the cricketers who are getting the fame at its best or about the TV channels that they are not able to watch during these days.&lt;br /&gt;There is always a misconception about that the people who are watching cricket are losing there valuable time and if your team loses than its nothing more than a time waste. This may be a time waste for them but for a cricket lover every ball makes his heart beat fast.&lt;br /&gt;Although india team loses our spirits have not been broken down.With same enthusiaam, my friends n me play cricket every morning. This practice makes us so fresh for the whole day that we love to continue. In morning when small childrens are waiting for their school buses we go away waving our bats and stumps in front of them and i feel that most of them would be dreaming for this day when they can play cricket so early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-1458007582486447231?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/1458007582486447231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=1458007582486447231' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/1458007582486447231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/1458007582486447231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2007/03/hoooooo-haaaaaa-india-we-all-are.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/Rg1oKBZuuBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7tcS2Dsc5c/s72-c/indiacricket1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-1444477390850170081</id><published>2007-02-03T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T03:27:11.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cricket is our religion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027638935071152322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/RcXC-U_W2MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUEj-Vrz4f4/s400/9505957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we three ( me and my two friends (ATUL n DIVYANSHu ) and i hope most of the people in india have such a passion about cricket that they think there are two types of people in world those who watch and play cricket and those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;Recently we have started playing cricket before going to office at 6:30 in the morning.This tradition we have maintained from the last year. In morning during winters when everyone is sleeping hoping that they are in the middle of the night we go at a nearby ground to play cricket. Although there is fog all around, it doesn't bothers us....what bothers us is the visibility up to the length of the pitch from where we can see the bowler and the ball.&lt;br /&gt;The ground is for a community where people jog but when we reach there in morning no one is there. Slowly the crowd begins and there are uncle's and aunt's jogging and enjoying our play. Even some of them have reminded our days of childhood when the uncles used to say that "don't play cricket here or somebody will get hurt". They were always terrified with any red looking ball as it seems to be a leather ball which can really create damage. But there were some who have got the blow of the ball but they know that its a part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always feel that there should be such a place where we can freely play and no one is there to scold us. But in delhi we can't find a ground to play...all that is available are community parks. The play of one hour in the morning makes our day so refreshing that it always gives the boost for the next day to woke up early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-1444477390850170081?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/1444477390850170081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=1444477390850170081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/1444477390850170081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/1444477390850170081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2007/02/cricket-is-our-religion-we-three-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/RcXC-U_W2MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUEj-Vrz4f4/s72-c/9505957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-116308782748947502</id><published>2006-11-09T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:05:58.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Diwali vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/gaon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/gaon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This diwali was different for me as after many years ( approx. 6-7 years ) i was going to my village at my dadi's place.It was so exciting in the journey towards my village because i could not make out what all things would have changed by now.My cousin Brothers who were so small would have become an adult.All around my house there were green fields but now they must not be there. With all this feelings i was at my village   and from the station itself i got the essence of my village.The same vehicle that used to carry from station to my house with the same scenario of men loaded all over a small jeep dancing on the same regional songs and the same bumpy road.I don't get irritated by these roads and the scenario there,they take me to a journey last 6 years back.&lt;br /&gt;When i reached my house there were the same old man in front of their houses,sitting on khatiya's watching every people passing by in an eager to recognise and after they can make out who it, is its a discussion for the day about who am i?whose son?what m i doing?why i have not married yet? &lt;br /&gt;These were the same people as i saw 6 years back the same gossiping,going around everyone's house to make there day by talking to their friends.I love those chatting between the elders,worrying about nothing materialistic,but what is happening in others home.&lt;br /&gt;I could not beleave that the village and villager's were all same and nothing like globalisation have changed them,the same green fields the same sky with infinite stars,and the same tradition.Its not that the transition from city to village was pleasent it was my people and my house that fascinated me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-116308782748947502?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/116308782748947502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=116308782748947502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/116308782748947502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/116308782748947502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-diwali-vacation-this-diwali-was.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-116128197363165547</id><published>2006-10-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:19:33.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY Super heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/GROUP_SMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/GROUP_SMALL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember these comic heroes were like real heroes....even i used to have dreams of these heroes.&lt;br /&gt;These comics were so addictive at that time that i used to go miles for taking a comics from my friend living at a distant place...&lt;br /&gt;When exam times were at their peak i used to keep the comics in between the books showing that i am reading my course stuff and for that i got scolded ones.&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to see that these cmoics have not vanished and i can read it now also..even sometimes i read dhruva and nagraj comics and i feel the same as it was in my childhood days......it binds me so much with it that i read comics in one go.....&lt;br /&gt;I really thank persons who have posted comics on net.( www.rajcomics.com).....Now a days i am reading whatever free online comics are there. Here in delhi i couldn't found comics that i can get on rent..........&lt;br /&gt;I am going to home this diwali and surely i will have a bunch of comics purchased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-116128197363165547?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/116128197363165547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=116128197363165547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/116128197363165547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/116128197363165547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-super-heroes-i-remember-these-comic.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-116077053685152760</id><published>2006-10-13T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:33:47.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Birds eye view :My home ( cortesy google earth)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure that searching on google earth for my hometown will not have any significant results,but at my surprise it showed me the town bhilai with so clarity that even i can see the cars on road........&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo good to see your hometown from a bird's angle...some things that i have always wondered when going on road whether what is there behind a building, inside a park.I can see all this on google map....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/mera_ghar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/mera_ghar.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i go to bhilai i always think of going to my first school but somehow i always forget. Seeing my school from the top i can memorise my childhood memories when my mom everyday used to take me to the school and always come at 12 to take me back home and i used to tell the stories what happened that day in school.......&lt;br /&gt;When i searched on google map i got the road from where usually my mom takes me to the school....that road reminds me of how mom always used to teach me about the good things......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/mera_chota_school.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/mera_chota_school.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near my house there was one park where we 3 brothers and my dad used to go on saturdays to play.For us that time saturdays were the days full of enjoyment, going at a place to play away from our home.......and at evening going with parents to buy vegetables for the coming week......&lt;br /&gt;there was one lake near bhilai steel plant where me and my friends used to talk the whole day on hot sunny days...&lt;br /&gt;It gave me such a good feeling looking on the map and going by the road reaching a destination and with every road or place i can recollect my memories the days that i miss these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/senior_school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/senior_school.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-116077053685152760?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/116077053685152760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=116077053685152760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/116077053685152760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/116077053685152760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/10/birds-eye-view-my-home-cortesy-google.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-115838935840950655</id><published>2006-09-15T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:51:49.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TICKETS FOR THE D(DIWALI) DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after one month and half i will be going to my home....to celebrate diwali that i like most at my house...although every festival there at bhilai is different...my house is near a ground where pandals start from ganesh pooja and end at dussherra .Today i got my train tickets for my home but i dont know whether i will get a leave at that time from my office but my plans will not stop and definitely i hope that i will be there on diwali.I was just thinking that a child in me is still alive.As there is a time crunch i will be landing at my home on the diwali day and i have spectacular childish plans for the day.That day i will get a lot of crackers for me and will keep under the sun to make them strong for the end of the day.We 3 brothers always make a list for what type of crackers and in how much quantity will be there.Every year my father says that diwali crackers are like burning notes in fire but i have not agreed and i dont belief it that way.I have always felt that diwali is such a small occassion just for 2-3 hours but the feeling of it keeps me happy for days.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-115838935840950655?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/115838935840950655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=115838935840950655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115838935840950655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115838935840950655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/09/tickets-for-ddiwali-day-after-one.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-115425702971264316</id><published>2006-07-30T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:57:09.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MAGICAL WORD "KYUNKI" FROM  MY COLLEGE DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a word which can question everything............&lt;br /&gt;when someoone says you something you can constantly say this word which goes in a loop and never ends........&lt;br /&gt;try it.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-115425702971264316?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/115425702971264316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=115425702971264316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115425702971264316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115425702971264316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/07/magical-word-kyunki-from-my-college.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-115425674438094755</id><published>2006-07-30T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:52:24.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/Image_206_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/Image_206_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHANI BHAGWAN IN DIFFERENT FORMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you see in the photograph is shani god and we can see the god in different forms in nehru place......these are just the replica of bhagwan shani which are can be made from anything a tinsheet,a cardboard,a wooden plate etc. and it should somehow resemble the shani god...u can see this on saturdays at every corner in nehru place ( largest hub for computer parts ) where u can take out the data from a broken harddisk, from anywhere.....the speciality in computer parts makes this market one of the biggest electronics market in india and i think in asia also....&lt;br /&gt;here you can see mouse,keyboard like dust everywhere scattered and the technicians play with them as if they are not so complicated ( what seems to me).....i have my pc which i brought from my home but it doesn't work...i took my whole cpu for repair to nehru place with so delicate hands that nothing should get the jerk or broke down.....but when i gave it to one of the technician he dismantled all the parts playing with them......and in a moment he make everything working...&lt;br /&gt;i was really amazed to see how these people work in such a small place with so much talent........i can compare these people with IT department of my comapny and they are much more better............sorry i distracted a bit from the topic of shani dev but this is the most fascinating thing about NEHRU place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-115425674438094755?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/115425674438094755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=115425674438094755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115425674438094755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115425674438094755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/07/shani-bhagwan-in-different-forms-what.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-115122027205358617</id><published>2006-06-25T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:28:57.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;enjoying my weekend...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the evening to have an exciting weekend........what these weekends are i came to know when i got in job.....these two days gives me so much relief and i want to utilise most of it......not by sleepng whole day but hanging out somewhere and make my weekend more  hectic......a hectic weekend is more than a loose one as u feel that u have enjoyed the most......so weekends for me is more of work than on weekdays...weekdays seem cool to me as i have to just sit and relax ( ur mind does the work ).....every weekend we think( me and my roommate ) where we have to go......last saturday we were at zoo.....this was after a long time that i have been in the zoo.....i enjoyed the ambience there and it gave me so much relaxed feeling out from a busy delhi town.......zoo was not well planned as when we were going we were missing the things...we have get back our steps........&lt;br /&gt;what made me feel uneasy was the cage for the bear..it was so small size ,it will be of the length of the bear...and every other animal was given the space...i could not make out why the bear jas been given a so little space....we could see that the bear was feeling so uneasiness that he was nit sitting there roaming around....in a small circle.....&lt;br /&gt;whenever i see something i always give a thought how would i feel if i would have been in his place......and i was horrified by the thought.....&lt;br /&gt;but like all others i couldn't do anything but give it a thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-115122027205358617?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/115122027205358617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=115122027205358617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115122027205358617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115122027205358617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/06/enjoying-my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-115053921204840085</id><published>2006-06-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T03:29:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/ghar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/ghar1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/ghar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/ghar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my saturdays and sunday are always off.....i have an ample time to relax...but relaxing more sometimes may be boring.....when i feel sometimes bored i feel like going somewhere but in this hot sun of delhi its not possible to be outside your house......our house is in a area where houses are coming like trees in a jungle ....whoever gets the opportunty he tries to make his tree big and in this race when i try to see out of my balcony i could only see buildings around and that also not so far just a leap ahead........&lt;br /&gt;whenever i try to stand at my balcony thinking of something i feel like that i am seeing at a blank wall....some movement u can see is there on the gali where fruit vendors, snake charmers move.....&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we ( my friends at my flat ) all feel that is delhi a place where one can apend his life.....may be its a place where u can get all your materialistic things fulfilled but u cant get inner satisfaction.........&lt;br /&gt;we think sometimes that at last where will be our dream house,which place will be like the place where we have spent our childhood.......&lt;br /&gt;is this the place from where we have come matters or it makes you feel the same thing when u are in a concrete jungle with different communities like a zoo, animals in a cage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-115053921204840085?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/115053921204840085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=115053921204840085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115053921204840085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115053921204840085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-saturdays-and-sunday-are-always-off.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-115047578012576486</id><published>2006-06-16T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:47:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/11129167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/11129167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what u see above are clones ( not original if by chance u miss it).......need( to do multitasking) is the mother of invention&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-115047578012576486?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/115047578012576486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=115047578012576486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115047578012576486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115047578012576486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-u-see-above-are-clones-not.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-115030561043011577</id><published>2006-06-14T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:43:09.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, during dinner in a restaurant ( not so big ) which is having a specialty of making a yummmmmy dal tarka....which i think max people want to eat whosoever have tasted it…obviously...&lt;br /&gt;there came one beggar, who was asking roti from everybody who were coming to the restaurant. From his face he was really looking hungry but none of us helped him. Suddenly a car came and stopped there with windows down and a lady ordered something while sitting in the car only..............once i thought, how can people be like that….they cant even come out of car....but when i finished my meal i saw same lady out of her car (inside the restaurant) waiting for the take-away meal.....and to my surprise, the meal she was waiting for was for the beggar......she took the thali and gave it to him......&lt;br /&gt;may be, most of us would have seen it so many times, but for me….it was the first time... which touched me deep into my heart ( delhiwale have got dil…i thought )...&lt;br /&gt;i think at least once, whatever money we spend, we can serve these needy fellow (not with money but with food)....doing this will really give a satisfaction in our heart…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-115030561043011577?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/115030561043011577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=115030561043011577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115030561043011577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/115030561043011577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-during-dinner-in-restaurant.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235528.post-114993632831829667</id><published>2006-06-10T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T04:16:18.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/1600/BhilaiSteelplant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2486/3109/320/BhilaiSteelplant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week i was at my home town....the place where i have spent the most beautiful memorising moments of my life.........of course everyone likes his/her childhood days but its more than to me...... i have a bad memory,m vision is only for last 2-3 years.......but whenever i go to bhilai i feel like its the same all the time......its same from when i was in 10th when i was in 12th.......after my 5 years of b.arch degree...and one year at my job...its all the same.....it alwasy looks to me the same....&lt;br /&gt;when i was at durg station i could see the same people there ( chattisgarhiya ) the same tempo's which were taking 4 Rs. earlier now demanded 8........its always very refreshing to see the roads on which i have travelled so much for my tution..........the hot sun on my head had the same heat in which me and my best friend kaa used to do cycling....going for a long trip....i could memorise how in this hot sun we used to go to a lake talking for hours and having our fun.....................&lt;br /&gt;it is really the great time that i can memorise......&lt;br /&gt;on the roads at day time it was the same scenario.......boys having there fun on the bike....girls taking extra care of there skin all covered and you can see only there eyes.......nothing changed..........................&lt;br /&gt;at my home i feel so relaxed now that sometimes i feel why cant i have a government job in bhilai so that i can stay at the most beautiful place on earth.although bhilai is not a big city but for me even one month is less to see everything........this time when i was at sector 10 market ( i stay in sector 10 ) i could see the same shops that are there for ages and has not developed an inch......the shop keepers that are there for ages have there childrens placed there................&lt;br /&gt;what i love most is my home....the place is so much nostalgic to me that i want to buy it for anything......although its a small house but its so big that when i stay for one week it always seems to be that i have not yet seen my aangan...my garden.....whenever i go to my home i always ensure that i should be there for most of the time....even i sleep late at nights to have my eyes open and catch every moment there because its just for a week that i go there...........&lt;br /&gt;.....i really miss my friends there who are there with me from my kg school....its hard to meet now but whenever we all are there in bhilai it is the best combination that i can have in bhilai.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235528-114993632831829667?l=vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/feeds/114993632831829667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235528&amp;postID=114993632831829667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/114993632831829667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235528/posts/default/114993632831829667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinod-bonheur.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-week-i-was-at-my-home-town.html' title=''/><author><name>vinod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797423117625554207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyZCMe5rk3g/SY784v2NZPI/AAAAAAAAACk/VwM6yCjvNL0/S220/vinod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
