tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89445559885616803902024-03-05T11:51:02.327+05:30The Kaleidoscopic WorldReflections of my thoughtsAmeya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-16675699908615933202017-01-01T23:30:00.000+05:302017-01-01T23:31:22.036+05:30Happy New Year!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
December is usually associated with winter, christmas, vacation, holidays, parties and so on. The list is incomplete if I don't mention about new year resolutions. The short-lived new year resolutions! Most of us start listing resolutions for the new year around December. As we move closer to the last day of the year, the list gets shorter. Some lists just vanish by the time it's 1st January. There are some rare species who go all the way and stick to their resolutions. So how do we make good resolutions and complete them? Resolutions are those missed opportunities that knock our door again every year to make a fresh start, change something for good, learn from our mistakes and correct them, face new challenges, conquer our fears, achieve our goals and follow our dreams. The core ingredient of resolutions is commitment. If there is something we have always wanted to do but have not been able to start yet, I think new year is the best time to take the first step. Many people consider resolutions as an over-rated concept. If we really want to do something, why wait until 1st January? Well, that's absolutely right. The problem is we like procrastination. We keep postponing our plans to that one Monday for some lame excuses. That Monday never comes. Making resolutions on the new year gives us a definite time to make a start. Also, like goals, if we have SMART resolutions, it's easier to track our progress with definite timelines.<br />
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This new year, I have made a resolution to unfriend procrastination. This blog post is my first success. I have drafted many blog posts only in my mind for a long time. I am happy I have taken the first step. I plan to blog more often this year.<br />
Wish you all a very happy, productive and enterprising new year! </div>
Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-43799648293520408212014-04-18T18:31:00.001+05:302014-04-24T13:26:27.936+05:30How much is too much?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last week, one of my friends shared a piece of article from the New York Times with me. The writer had glorified the Indian Loksabha election calling it 'the greatest show on earth'. I felt very proud to read the international perception of the election. However, what I witnessed on the poll day in Pune was heart-breaking. Thousands of people had no existence on the voter's list! The voting machines were tampered with at some voting center. This is either a conspiracy or sheer lack of responsibility and accountability of the administration. The ulterior motive behind such malpractices is an open secret.<br />
Thanks to social media, there was an increased awareness about voting in the nation this time. Especially the youth was very enthusiastic to bring in change in the system. Facebook, Whatsapp, Twitter were all oozing out with energy. There was definitely a positive sign that the voting percentage will profoundly increase. Alas! Some people ensured increased voting remains an ambitious reality.<br />
Are the political parties testing our patience? The government spends enormous money to conduct elections. Political parties spend extravagantly to promote their candidates. All this money comes from the taxes we pay from time to time. What we get in return is the denial to cast a vote, our fundamental right. There is a limit to what and how much common people can tolerate. Things are getting worse day by day. How much more can we take? Time to stand up and raise our voices before it gets too much.<br />
Election in my constituency will take place next week. In spite of being eligible to vote for around 10 years, I have still not been able to vote till date. I was never listed as a voter in spite of filling up the form multiple times. This year, at least a voter's card has been issued to me. So I am optimistic. I hope I don't fall prey to any conspiracy and can execute my right to vote.</div>
Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-37903477502723804212013-03-21T22:12:00.001+05:302013-03-21T22:31:27.468+05:30The High-Spirited Mumbai!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have been visiting Mumbai since my childhood to meet some of my relatives. I have always disliked the city for it's crowded and cramped localities and humid weather. The only things I have loved about the city are the punctual local trains, the glitz and glamour (thanks to Bollywood), and the fashion streets of course. I visited Mumbai again last week after a long time. Surprizingly, I enjoyed my stay in Mumbai this time. Whatever I saw and observed around in this trip changed my perspective about the city.<br />
Mumbai! As they say, it's a city of dreams. Exodus of aspirants move to Mumbai every year, holding big dreams in their eyes. Mumbai does not disappoint anyone. It absorbs all the people. All the man-made boundaries smudge in the city and everyone becomes just a Mumbaikar. And the Mumbai spirit is well-known in the world. The 'never die' attitude! This city is always on the run, but I have never heard a single Mumbaikar complain about it. Land and time are the costliest in Mumbai. Mumbaikars may have very little of these two, but they master the art of using these limitations constructively. Even a one-room house is well-equipped and beautifully decorated and the busiest person enjoys various shades of life. We must learn the art of living from these people. They work hard, earn money, spend money, and enjoy life to the fullest! Even in the fast-paced life, they never fail to enjoy an evening with family at Juhu Choupaty or to help a needy friend or neighbour. Everyone knows here that 'money' is the only big daddy and one has to work harder to earn it. And people do work hard day-in day-out. If one is ready to work hard, Mumbai gives plenty of opportunities to earn a lot of money. At the same time, it costs you a bomb too, to lead a decent life.<br />
Mumbai presents people with great challenges in life, no doubt. However, in my opinion, Mumbai teaches people how to live their lives! </div>
Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-19597453396801162942012-07-31T23:58:00.000+05:302012-08-01T00:08:50.798+05:30The First Impressions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have been hearing this proverb from my childhood days; first impression is the last impression. However, I have always experienced the reverse. My first impression of a certain thing definitely changes in course of time. Be it an impression of a song, a person, or a movie. If I like something at the first go, I definitely start disliking it soon. On the other hand, if I don't like something initially, I get addicted to it soon. It usually happens with persons and songs. I still remember the first time I saw Hrithik Roshan on television. I hated him. I told my mom, any tom dick and harry can get into films these days. But when I watched his first movie, I started liking him. By the time his third movie was released, I was a die-hard HR fan. I am still one! </div>
I often realise that first impressions are misleading. They do not give us a complete picture. There are multiple aspects to a person, song, movie, relation and other things. We do not give them a chance to reveal all the layers and go on to frame judgements. No doubt first impression sets a ground. However, we can't decide whether that ground is capable to hold a single floor building or a multi-storeyd building. Only time can prove that.</div>Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-10186575680321120762012-07-31T23:13:00.003+05:302012-08-01T00:18:46.474+05:30Life after Death<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am always intrigued by death. What is it exactly? What happens when a person dies? Is there really a heaven and a hell? Is there a life after death? <br />
The problem is nobody has answers to these questions. Nobody can even endeavor to find them out. A person can't die, find out answers and come back to life to put across 'life after death' theories. (Unless a bollywood director is controlling a person's life and instructing him to take a rebirth.:) )<br />
Whenever great people die, we burn candles for them. We decorate their coffins with beautiful flowers. There are condolense meets. Special programs are arranged for them. But I always wonder, does our homage reach them? Do they really get to know how much we miss them?<br />
We have created these concepts of 'heaven' and 'hell'. Most of us keep praying to God for a place in heaven after death. I am not sure if there is really something like a heaven. I sincerely believe if we keep doing good things in life, people will definitely miss us after we are gone. We definitely get a place in peoples' heart, if not in heaven. And that, in my opinion, is life after death. We are alive in peoples' prayers, we are alive in their memories. Our good deeds keep spreading good words for us. Our actions make us immortal!</div>Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-39066011054725075232012-07-16T18:44:00.001+05:302012-08-01T00:08:14.553+05:30Dreams Unlimited!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most of the movie buffs will quickly make out that the post title is SRK's previous production house. Yes it is. But I found it completely relevant for my thoughts. So I am using it. Thanks SRK. :-)<br />Day before yesterday, I had a beautiful dream. In fact it's a little complex. I saw a dream in my dream. It was so powerful that even in my dream I was completely moved. My subconscious mind could feel every bit of the happiness. It went on to check whether it was a dream or it was a tangible reality. But alas! It was just a dream...<br />Dreams. What are they? Technically speaking, dreams are the manifestation of our innermost thoughts and desires. When we are asleep, our subconscious thoughts take visual shape and we see them as dreams. But for me, dreams are life! They make you feel alive. Dreams give us a sense of satisfaction that reality cannot give. In our dreams, we achieve things that we may not otherwise do. And the achievement, though far from reality, makes us feel our being. The dream I saw that day did the same to me. In those two minutes, I got the happiness that will last forever.. The two dreams gave me unlimited joy, unlimited contentment and unlimited positive energy!<br />
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I recently started having a cup of green tea daily. Off late, green tea has become extremely popular among the health conscious. Even I thought of trying this out. I remember I had my first cup of green tea when I was in bangalore for a few days. I was very excited about the whole idea. In fact, I had already started feeling quite healthy. In a joyous mood, I went to a tea outlet and ordered a cup of green tea. I had the first sip and... 'ewwww' was my first reaction. It did not taste that bad but for conventional tea drinkers, that's definitely a shock! It took me 20-25 mins to finish it. Then I decided, green tea is not my cup of tea.<br />Just a few days back, the company I work with introduced green tea in our pantries. Another opportunity was on my way. I thought of giving it another try. With a lot of courage, I plunged into it. The tagline on the tea box cought my attention: 'Wellbeing in every sip'. Wow! Surprisingly, this time I found the taste much better. It went on getting better & better day by day. And now I am loving it! It just needs a perfect combination of tea flavour and sugar. Everyday, I look forward to my cup of green tea. I am relishing the wellbeing! <br />Have you had your sip of wellbeing yet?</div>
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I am an early-to-bed and early-to-rise person. Usually, the first thing I do after getting up in the morning is open the balcony door. Every morning makes me realize how lucky I am! My house is surrounded by lot of lush green trees. There are plenty of mango trees, coconut trees, colorful plants and and many more. This is summer time, and Gulmohur casts its spell all over in my colony. There is a creeper just opposite my balcony that blooms beautiful yellow flowers. The flowers replace all the leaves and take the shape of grape cluster. All these fruits and flowers welcome a lot of birds. Standing in the balcony every morning is a blissful experience. I get to listen to birds' chirping! Something that is very rare these days. Believe me, birds chirping is music in it's extreme natural form. It generates all the melodies around. I get energised for the day. I can literally say that I live in the lap of nature! <br />
We have disturbed the ecological balance and birds are a rarity these days. The cell phone waves have hampered birds' mobility. The younger generation today hardly gets to see a sparrow, a crow or a parrot. Let's plant more and more trees and preserve birds' natural habitat.</div>Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-71647788486405194072012-03-18T00:08:00.002+05:302012-07-31T23:15:51.932+05:30Two Gems of the Indian Cricket Fraternity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Two of the very talented Indian cricketers stunned us over the last two weeks with their brilliance, honesty, modesty, and humble nature. I am talking about the wall and the master. As they say, great people don't do different things, they do things differently. Rahul Dravid and Sachin Tendulkar have ascertained this. Rahul Dravid declared his retirement last week. The wall stood tall with grace even with the retirement news! We are going to miss watching him showcase a mature game.When it comes to Sachin, I go speechless. I have tremendous respect for him and I admire his passion for the game! The word 'impossible' is just not meant for him. Yes, you guessed it right, I am a die-hard Sachin fan. Not just for the cricketer in him, but more for the person he is. Sachin is the epitome of excellence in cricket, yet down to earth. He hasn't lost touch with the ground. Very few people like Sachin can manage to keep their heads on their shoulders. It's time Sachin should be awarded with the '<em>Bharatratna</em>'. </div>
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It is such a proud moment for us! Marathi films are going ga ga on the national level! I am very haapy for the honour and appreciation showered on Marathi films at the National awards. 'Deool' is undoubtedly a brilliant script executed in a superb manner! <br />
I am a total movie buff and I watch a lot of Marathi movies. I am sticking to 'a lot' because comedy movies is not my genre. I prefer watching serious and experimental movies. I must say Marathi movies have never been so good. The kind of themes, streams of thoughts, experiments portrayed in Marathi movies these days make them stupendous. The artists deserve every bit of the awards. Gone are the days when we only had entertaining movies. That was an era! These days, we have more realistic movies. Along with entertainment, they also make us think, think, and think! I am enriched to see these diversified schools of thoughts. '<em>Reeta</em>' was a treat for the feminist in me. '<em>Vihir</em>' sank me in deepest thoughts. '<em>Kadachit</em>' shocked the conventional thinker within me. '<em>Shaala</em>' took me back to my school days and I relived those moments. '<em>Taryanche Bet</em>' made me realize the importance of simplicity in life. '<em>Dombivali Fast</em>' was the echo of my thoughts to some extent. '<em>Sanai Chaughade</em>' and '<em>Saat Chya Aat Gharat</em>' brought in rational thoughts! They almost slapped on the way society thinks and judges some of the social aspects. I can go on writing about several other Marathi movies I love! <br />
It's very disheartening that a lot of us are forgetting our mother tongue. Some people also consider speaking in Marathi as 'down market'. I sincerely hope that the booming Marathi films help in connecting the bridge with our mother tongue.<br />
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P.S.: I am not biased about other regional languages. This blog is only to express my love for my mother tongue. </div>Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-29282240535326035462012-02-29T23:43:00.000+05:302012-07-31T23:16:45.541+05:30And Summer Commenses..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's February and summer has already started setting in. I love winter. The entire year, I keep waiting for it and summer ends winter. So I hate summer. It just drains out all our energy. It makes us pale. The only thing I like about summer is morning. Summer mornings are very refreshing. Summer does not even spare nights of the hot atmosphere. I just hope summer ends soon and monsoon brings back the happy times. </div>Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-24124993403840415432012-02-27T22:38:00.000+05:302017-01-01T22:00:43.161+05:30On Valentine's Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Whenever February strikes the calendar, they start singing 'Love is in the air', 'it's the month of love'. Don't we love our beloveds in other months?? Then why do we need a day devoted to love? I have always believed we do not need a day to celebrate love. However, off late, I have come to realize that we need a day to celebrate our love. Every day we face harsh realities of life. Natural calamities like earthquakes, tsunami have become frequent visitors. Terror attack is no more that distant enemy. Everyday, newspaper discloses a new scam. Commodity prices are reaching new heights every day. Life is a struggle for survival everyday. Our feelings and emotions have become numb. In this struggle to win over life, we get busy and forget to express our feelings to our loved ones. Valentine's day gives us an opportunity to articulate those unspoken words. If it's an opportunity that brings in good times, why not cash in on it?<br />
So, before the 'month of love' comes to an end, let me wish all my friends a very happy valentine's day!</div>
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For me, these three words are a lot more than the anthem. Whenever I listen to our national anthem, I am filled with a sense of national pride. I get goosebumps. I consider myself as God's chosen one for I am born in India. Especially when I watch the national anthem video that has been shot at the Siachen, my eyes are literally filled with tears. Salute to our soldiers who stand by us in the extreme natural conditions. Our anthem is by all means a great example of the pen is mightier than the sword. No matter how much some insane people try to tear apart our society, our anthem will always bond us all together.</div>Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-87171820803115134312012-01-19T12:19:00.000+05:302012-07-31T23:18:38.745+05:30My shining pair of pearls!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of my good friend’s father died in a tragic accident in the first week on the new year. It was very unfortunate and shocking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Such a bad start for her to the new year! Didn’t people send her good wishes on the new year? Wasn’t she expecting a lot of good things in the year? Of course she did! Then what about all the good wishes she had? Why didn’t they work for her? It just got me thinking on this concept of best wishes.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">For most of us, it has become a tradition to wish people on special occasions. We send flowery greeting cards, wordy messages etc. Have we ever given it a thought if we really mean them? I think this is one of the side effects of the social media. I always refrain from sending forwards to friends. The best example is there is an sms that defines what a friend is. Few relations in earth never die. Suppose you are in trouble, can you bank on all the people you shared this message with that they will be there for you? Or if your ‘friend’ is in trouble, will you ensure to stand by him/her? There are very few people in our lives who really mean a lot to us. We should definitely convey our emotions to them. But we should say it only when we mean it. The expression ‘I love you’ is being used so commonly that I think the real essence of that expression is lost. ‘Oh, you got me a nice present on my birthday, I love you’, ‘you are so sweet, you got me that print out, I love you’. Do we really feel that way? I came across a very nice dialogue in one of the recent Hindi movies. A person asks his friend to apologize only when it comes from his heart. Our words convey emotions only when they come from our heart. Next time you buy a card or send an sms to anybody, watch out for the words carefully.</span></div>Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944555988561680390.post-85149940490672501502012-01-13T11:19:00.000+05:302012-07-31T23:20:34.406+05:30Flag’s Tribute To The Martyrs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am the symbol of sacrifice, peace, integrity<br />
The sky also salutes to this nation’s sovereignty<br />
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Deep down in the ocean of history,<br />
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They gave me the strength to stand tall with pride<br />
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I won’t let time fade away their deeds<br />
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Today, I promise, I will carry forward their legacy<br />
Their values of passion, devotion and humanity!</div>
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Love… The only unbreakable bond in the world. Be it love for your parents, your spouse, friends, pet, hobbies, places, and the list goes on. It’s the most amazing and amusing feeling in the world. Amazing for the obvious reason that it’s unmatchable. And amusing because it keeps us happy..forever and for always..! I am in love with love. It’s the purest form of all gestures. When we really love someone, we start respecting, sacrificing, empathizing, sharing, caring.. We start thinking beyond ‘I, me, myself’. I think it’s life’s one of the biggest achievements.<br />
In the our busy ‘on schedule’ life, we hardly get time to think beyond my deadline, my project, my manager, my performance, my meeting, my this, my that.. Fall in love and experience the magic of these four letters. Develop a hobby. Recognize that hidden passion within you. Start giving time to your family. Rejuvenate those ties with your old pals. Believe me, love will change your perspective towards life!</div>
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Enough of fighting with the world<br />
Enough of proving your worth<br />
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Are you not tired of speaking about other glorious women?<br />
Celebrating their victories and their achievements?<br />
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It’s time for some real action<br />
It’s time for contemplation<br />
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Why don’t you forget the past?<br />
Why don’t you reach for the stars?<br />
Why don’t you set examples for tomorrow?<br />
Why don’t you recognize your strength?<br />
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Break the shackles of conventions<br />
And unleash your dreams and aspirations<br />
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Come out of that ‘can’t do’ attitude<br />
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Respect the person within you<br />
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After the scorching heat<br />
The pleasant showers of first rain<br />
The mesmerizing smell of the soil<br />
Do you know how it feels?<br />
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Nine months of long wait<br />
The baby arrives in the world<br />
Father holds the newly born baby<br />
Do you know how it feels?<br />
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You are lost in thought<br />
Radio plays your favorite song<br />
The song tunes your thoughts<br />
Do you know how it feels?<br />
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A long long wait<br />
And we decide to meet<br />
I see you after almost ages<br />
Do you know how it feels?</div>
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It was a summer afternoon. A Saturday. I planned to go out for a movie with a friend. We got tickets for the afternoon show. Like typical weekend fever, all the other shows were housefull. We were discussing how we are so used to be in air-conditioned places during afternoons. We also cracked a joke that weekends are always hotter than the weekdays. Obviously for the reason that we were exposed to heat only on weekends.<br />
So. We took an auto-rikshaw to head to the ‘air-conditioned’ multiplex. We stopped at a signal. I can never forget what I saw at the signal that day. A woman beggar was at work with her around 2 year-old son. That young kid’s back was completely burnt and was exposed to the summer afternoon heat! The kid was not crying. It was patiently holding his mother’s hand. It woke me from my slumber. After the signal got green, we again headed towards our luxurious destination leaving the child to his share of pains.<br />
It happens quite often with most of us. We come across people in exactly opposite situations. For some reason, we cannot exchange places nor can we help. All we can do is sympathize.. Empathy is still a mile away.. I guess that’s the irony of life!!</div>Ameya Atawanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430198682728676981noreply@blogger.com0