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									<title>My Note Book!</title>
									<link>http://www.fropper.com/ezBlog/LovelyStars</link>
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									<pubDate>2008-Nov-29, 22:25:44</pubDate>
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						<title>Loosing Interest In Life!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/25308</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Morning news paper says murders, suicides TV news shows live of terrorists attacks My morning starts dull with upset mind Walk towards office with absent mind  Watch a person in blood pool on road Some body illustrates how lorry hit him What happens to his wife and children? This may turn their lives upside down.  These thoughts disturb me more In office one gossips on the other Competitive spirit turns to rivalry Peaceful office becomes battle field  While waiting for train a bomb explodes Run out in bewilderment struggling for life How I reach home safely God only knows Hide face in pillow to swallow fear of death   Another morning starts with fear in moving out Perform all duties while loosing interest in life Question all the times what for I am living O&rsquo; God bless all with fearless peaceful lives.   Sneha      ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Nov 29, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>Your Opinion Please --3!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/25053</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Hi guys and gals! 
 
I am Rahul. I am an online friend to Sneha, the owner of this zone. I have chatted with her quite a number of times. To cut short I m writing this blog as per Sneha&rsquo;s interest. 
Now let me tell you the full details. 
 
I am 27 year old guy. Finished B. Tech from IIT, Kanpur and MBA from IIM, Indore. Now you can understand my status. I got selected as Manager to Reliance communications of Delhi in campus interviews. Within four years of experience, I am drawing six digit figures as monthly salary. I am proud son to my parents. I own a luxurious flat in the center of New Delhi and drive a latest model car. I visited several countries as part of assignments of our company. Don&rsquo;t think I am proud in showing the things. I am least bother of these things. As you should know my background, I am telling all this nonsense. The fact is my position in the company and my earnings increased my status in the society and an average looking guy got recognition as a handsome dude. No need to mention how parents of gals show interest in my alliance. To gals&hellip;I am prince of their dreams&hellip;hee hee hee. In olden days gals used to dream of their prince coming on a horse. But present gals are dreaming of prince coming in the world&rsquo;s costliest car Bugatti Veyron 16.4&hellip;hahahaha 
 
Now let me tell you main point in writing this blog. Once in a chat Sneha asked me this Q. You have already settled in good profession and enjoyed bachelorhood for four years, now why don&rsquo;t you get married and settle in life too? I told her how my parents are showing the details of several matches daily. She questioned again &ldquo;then what is the problem? Select one as per your choice and settle fast.&rdquo; I got laugh over her words &ldquo;settle fast&rdquo;. In our discussion I revealed my mind which made her angry.  
 
My opinion is &quot;Sex plays main role in marital life. So selection of partner depending on how she looks, her background, education, bank balance etc are useless things and sit in the last row of selection. Even if she is Priyanka chopda, if she does not match me in bed what is the use of marrying her? I don&rsquo;t know about others. I am not in a level of thinking on her bank balance and monthly earnings to settle the match. I know many marriages failed due to sexual dissatisfaction. Ofcourse they say some thing else to the public. I am not saying this only about me. After marriage, if gal does not get sexual satisfaction with her hubby, she will certainly enter into wrong paths. Whether she enters into wrong routes or not is secondary, if the guy recognizes her dissatisfaction, it will become a torture to the guy and starts doubting every moment of the gal. That sweet home turns to hell to both of them. By that time if they enter into the circle of children, you can understand the fate of those children. Shit&hellip;I never wish to enter into such state. I will select my life partner after getting satisfaction in bed. I will marry that gal if she is happy with me in the bed.&quot;
 
I respect Sneha as my sister but she reflects a person from Ramayan era. Oops. Our conversation was little bit like this. 
She: &ldquo;what is the number of present gal with you?&rdquo; 
Me: &ldquo;fifth. She is also my colleague in office.&rdquo;  
She: &ldquo;to what extent you play with lives of those gals.&rdquo; 
Me?...Playing with lives of gals??? I got laugh but controlled as I did not want to irritate her further.  
Me: &ldquo;Sneha&hellip;I am not compelling any gal to roam with me or sleep in my bed. Present gals know present boys&rsquo; thoughts and plans over their lives. They too agree to those ideas and make friendship.&rdquo; 
She: &ldquo;it seems your brilliance in brain ruined all ethics which you have to follow in the society.&rdquo; 
I never got angry over Sneha's comments on me because I know it is very difficult for me to make her come out of that conditioned thought process. I just showed the laughing icon. 
She: &ldquo;Tell me Rahul. How long and with how many gals you proceed like this? Is there any end for it?&rdquo; 
Yeah&hellip;now she is coming to the correct track. 
Me: &ldquo;Life long until I get a gal of my choice.&rdquo; 
She: &ldquo;I have never come across a spoilt brat like you.&rdquo; 
I showed her laughing icon again. 
Me: &ldquo;Hey&hellip;if you think that way. I can introduce hundreds of such spoilt brats like me. U know my IIT and IIM classmates, their friends and our colleagues, every one follow the same principle. If some one gets married by the force of his/her parents, we all pray for them not to face tragedy due to err in sexual life.&rdquo; 
She: &ldquo;If it is a life long process, don&rsquo;t you think of having a baby of your genes?&rdquo; 
I realized she was serious over the issue. 
Me: &ldquo;Sneha&hellip;just an interest on children brings them to our hands. But you know&hellip;a child requires both mother and father in its upbringing. If that couple gets dissatisfaction over their marital life two things will happen. One thing is they separate and own their interested routes and child leads a life in Hell. Second thing, they compromise with each other for the sake of child and lead loveless life. I don&rsquo;t wish to enter into either category. I will marry a gal who satisfies me and understands all my strengths and weaknesses. Then there won&rsquo;t be a failure in our married life and then we will think of having a baby.&rdquo; 
 
At this point Sneha stopped and suggested to write this as blog. 
 
Now she is eagerly waiting for your opinions. So pour your opinions. 
 
Have a pleasant stay on earth. 
Rahul 
 
 
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						<pubDate>Nov 23, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>A man Without Love!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/24929</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Dear friends,  Recently I have come across Male Pounding and Female Pounding posts. I know those posts were intended for fun. Today I happen to watch a film in which, the hero sang a song which touched my heart.  So searched net for its lyrics.  May be many of you knew this one.  Enjoy reading this wonderful song and if possible listen to it. ======================================================== Lyrics: A Man Without Love! Written by: Engelbert Humperdinck   I can remember when we walked together Sharing a love I thought would last forever Moonlight to show the way so we can follow Waiting inside her eyes was my tomorrow Then somethin' changed her mind, her kisses told me I had no lovin' arms to hold me  Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love  Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Knowing that it's cloudy above Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love  I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me So, if you see my girl please send her home to me Tell her about my heart that's slowly dying Say I can't stop myself from crying  Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love  Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Knowing that it's cloudy above Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love  Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love    Sneha]]></description>
						<pubDate>Nov 20, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>Guruji is Great! (Romancing With Nature -5)</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/24881</link>
						<description><![CDATA[In the first few steps I was unable to walk due to feverish body. But the strong hold of Sri Ravi Sankar ji gave some strength and walked with him without asking where he was taking me. I observed the surroundings. It was sunset time and we were in almost thick forest far away from the concrete world. Greenery was everywhere. He took me to a pond which was very silent and transparent. I saw two ladies waiting for us. Sri Ravi Sankar ji said &ldquo;Take three dips in that holy water&rdquo; and then handed me over to those two ladies. Those ladies gave support to my shivering body. I saw those syshyas already in water taking dips. That was very chilled water, I felt like dying when I took first dip. Those ladies were also in the water but not shivering like me. They chanted some sort of mantras while helping me in each dip. When I finished those dips and came out, I saw Sri Ravi Sankar ji in water praying God Sun. He came out and took me to an Ashram.  
 
I was stunned by the atmosphere in the Ashram. That room looked like prayer room, idols of several Gods were present there. An old man, I can&rsquo;t imagine his age, very strong and healthy sat on a mat near those idols. I saw some sort of glow on his face which rarely exists in people. Sri Ravi Sankar ji took blessings from that Guruji. I saw every one doing sastanga pranaam (falling flat on the floor while taking blessings). My turn came. I fell flat and touched his feet while my body trembling. He touched my head and said &ldquo;May God Bless You&rdquo;. I was unable to get up. Those two ladies helped me to get up and sit straight. Then they performed pooja for half an hour. Then Guruji got up and told one syshya to bring some herbal medicine. While chanting some mantra he gave that liquid like thing to gulp and then said &ldquo;Sneha beti&hellip;don&rsquo;t worry. You will recover from fever within an hour.&rdquo; Surprising thing was that his words became true. Within an hour my body temperature became normal and body pains vanished to thin air. He gave me two fruits to eat. After that he instructed those two ladies to take me to a room which was allotted for me.  
 
I woke up listening to the bhajan and realized how I fell asleep immediately after falling on the mat in that room. I went with those two ladies to that pond and took bath. I saw several other people in that Ashram. But no one was talking to any other one. When I asked about it, those women said &ldquo;It is Ashram where every one comes for getting cured of some illness. Chit chatting is not allowed here.&rdquo; I didn&rsquo;t prolong it but realized that it was a nature cure center. I saw Sri Ravi Sankar ji in the bhajan room explaining on Art of Living (AOL) to the people sitting there. I sat there for some time and came out. Heard kukkoo&rsquo;s voice and felt like a child. Saw many rabbits jumping here and there. Morning sun light slowly erased the darkness. I followed their instructions and did the things what they told me to do. Apart from those two women, no one talked to me. It was silent forest. It was heaven like thing. But I didn&rsquo;t get any happiness in walking in that heaven. My family members came to mind repeatedly. No body checked what happened to me. No body had interest to check whether I was alive or died. Several times I cried sitting alone. Several times&nbsp; wiped out my tears when those women came to me but they never asked me why I was crying. 
 
Two days were over. On third day morning I heard my husband&rsquo;s voice &ldquo;Sneha&rdquo;. With a jerk I woke up and found him standing near by. How can it be possible? I didn&rsquo;t inform any one. It might be a dream. I closed my eyes. This time I heard Sri Ravi Sankar ji&rsquo;s voice &ldquo;Sneha&rdquo;. Once again I opened my eyes. This time I found Sri Ravi Sankar ji beside my husband. He said &ldquo;Sneha&hellip;It is not a dream. Your husband came for you.&rdquo; Then he left the room. My husband sat beside me on the mat and touched my forehead while asking &ldquo;how is your fever now?&rdquo; I told him &ldquo;It is very fine.&rdquo; He laughed and hugged me tightly and kissed on my forehead. 
 
Later he told me how he came to know my details. He said &ldquo;Sneha&hellip;I got a phone call from my friend Shekar. He said that he was in the presence of Sri Ravi Sankar guruji and told me to talk to guruji. It was a surprise for me. It is very rare opportunity for any one to talk to guruji. Guruji told me this &ldquo;Sneha came here to become a nun. I realized that she took that decision in a frustration state.&rdquo; I felt it like a shock. I know you are sensitive but I never thought you can go to this extreme. I asked guruji&rsquo;s guidance. He told &ldquo;Let her be here for few days to learn on Ashram life.&rdquo; I told him about your health problem and how I was struck with foreign delegates to our company. He said &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry. I am moving to Nature cure Ashram after a couple of days. I will take her to that Ashram and you join her there.&rdquo; 
I felt ashamed of myself. I considered him as a common person and developed so many doubts. I told my husband to take me to Sri Ravi Sankar ji. When we reached there I saw him with the same smiling face giving a talk on AOL. After talk I reached him and took sastang pranaam. Before that I never touched his feet. This time I found Guruji in him and cried while saying &ldquo;Please pardon me for my childish and foolish behavior.&rdquo; He touched my head and said &ldquo;Sneha&hellip;you were very normal. I salute you the mother. Your children need your assistance to become good citizens. God is within you. Go and perform your duties.&rdquo; 
 
.......................................will be continued in the next blog. 
Sri Ravi Sankar guruji ... I never got the opportunity to take your blessings. Only followed your speeches on AOL telecasted in some channel and was very much inspired by them. I dared to take your name and formed a story reflecting the behavior of a common woman. I pray God to give me the opportunity to take your blessings. 
 
Friends...I wrote until this without staying in any Ashram. Here I used the gathered knowledge. But I am fully unaware of life in Nature cure center. I am planning to join there. So I will write the sequel blog only after experiencing the life in Nature cure center. 
 
Sneha 
 
 
29. 11.08 
Sorry friends, 
 
I contacted Nature Cure center for the treatment of Mytochondrial Myopathy. They said they don't have any method to cure it and advised me to stay at home and enjoy life. 
 
So I lost the chance of visiting Nature cure center and you all lost the chance of reading episode related to Nature cure center. 
 
=============THE END================== 
Sneha 

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						<title>Me, My neighbor's wife and Our Children</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/24569</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Hi friends, 
 
During Diwali many of you might have you read this shout out in solarflare&rsquo;s zone. 
&quot;Happy Diwali from Me, My neighbor's wife and Our Children&quot;. 
 
The same shout out I read in the same zone before Diwali&hellip;may be on some other occasion&hellip;just in Diwali, I found some other word. 
 
But when I read those Diwali wishes I got curiosity to learn what is what. As I am in big position in a Limited company, I have contacts with Detective person of our company. We usually use his services whenever we get doubts on any one of our employees. OK&hellip;I contacted that detective and told him to gather recent activities at Solarflare&rsquo;s home. Our detective was very talented, within a week he placed a report on my table. 
 
Hey don&rsquo;t worry. I will tell that report in just three scenes. 
 
 
Scene: 1 
Solarflare's gf laughed over his shout out and then made a phone call to Solarflare. 
 
Gf: She said this while laughing &ldquo;Hey Chintu, your shout out was fabulous.&rdquo; 
Sf: Suppressing his smiles &ldquo;Thanks. She is with me now.&rdquo; 
Gf: with little bit irritation in voice &ldquo;Huh&hellip;stop that nonsense.&rdquo; 
Sf: Suppressing his laughs &ldquo;OK&rdquo; 
Gf: &ldquo;Shall we go for dinner today?&rdquo; 
Sf: Suppressing his smiles &ldquo;But I have to take her permission.&rdquo;  
Gf: With full of irritation &ldquo;Whose permission?&rdquo; 
Sf: Suppressing smiles &ldquo;My neighbor&rsquo;s wife who is with me now&rdquo; 
Gf: &ldquo;Go to HELL.&rdquo;  
She hanged the phone. 
Solarflare found this conversation very funny and laughed and wished to continue it for some more time. 
 
Scene: 2 
After two days, Solarflare got a phone call from a male. 
 
Sf: &ldquo;Who is on the line?&rdquo; 
He: &ldquo;Your neighbor.&rdquo; 
Sf: &ldquo;What?&rdquo; 
He: &ldquo;Thank you for taking my wife and her kids away from me.&rdquo; 
Sf: &ldquo;WHAT?&rdquo; 
He: &ldquo;Thanks again for giving your gf to me&rdquo; 
Sf: &ldquo;WHAAAAAAAAAAT?&rdquo; 
He: &ldquo;Now I am running away with her.&rdquo; 
He hanged the phone but Solarflare still stood there looking at the phone with wide opened eyes. 
 
Scene: 3 
Next day Solarflare&rsquo;s door bell rang. He opened it and found a lady with two children. He never saw that heavy weight champion like woman. 
 
Sf: &ldquo;Madam&hellip;whom do you want to meet?&rdquo; 
She: &ldquo;Whoelse?...You&rdquo; 
Sf: With puzzled voice &ldquo;Who are You?&rdquo; 
She: &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t you know? I am your neighbor&rsquo;s wife.&rdquo; 
Sf: &ldquo;What?&rdquo; 
She entered home and satisfied with the neatness.  
She: &ldquo;Children&hellip;this is our new home. He is your new dad.&rdquo; 
Solarflare (Sf) fainted to floor while those children calling him &ldquo;Papa&hellip;Papa&rdquo; 
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Happy Birth Day Solarflare. 
 
Sneha 
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						<pubDate>Nov 12, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>How Can I Believe Other Men? (Romancing with Nature-4)</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/24396</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Those two old women were left back in the Ashram. Eight Sishyas occupied a mini van. Sri Ravi Shankar ji sat in the back seat of the car. One sishya became driver and another one sat beside him in the front seat. I was asked to sit beside Sri Ravi Sankar ji. Our journey started at 8 AM. Nobody showed interest towards breakfast. After Morning Prayer, we didn&rsquo;t even take a spoonful of coconut water. 
 
I was in hesitation to move with them. But my anger on my husband, who spares most of his time to Profession and never finds time to sit and talk to his wife, threw me to dare moving with them. Our journey started.  
 
In that silent journey, my mind started doubting the presence of a male beside me. I closed my eyes and entered into introspection. Several incidents which made me suspect every male came running scene by scene. 
 
 
I joined there in 6th standard in a High school near by my home. Sairabanu was my friend. I used to go to her home for combined studies. The owner of that house was a very old man with wrinkled body and full grey hair. He used to take us on to his lap and kiss. I respected him and saw only affection in his deeds. After a year that when I was in the 7th standard (13 years in age), he took me close. That time, even though I was child, I felt some thing odd. He started pressing my breasts which were in the initial stage of formation. I struggled to come out of his hands and ran to home. I can&rsquo;t tell my feelings. I wished to kill him. From that day onwards I never visited Sairabhanu&rsquo;s home. I didn&rsquo;t tell anything to any one. But whenever I walked in that street, I wished to kill him. Actually in my thoughts several times I made him into pieces. 
 
That flash of incident in the memory lane made me shudder. That incident made me stand at a distance&nbsp; even from my grand father. What happened to my friend Sumati&rsquo;s daughter Ramya? Sumati cried and shared that incident. Her daughter Ramya was a very bright student. She used to go to her maths teacher if she gets any doubts in the subject. At that time she was in 9th standard. One day when no body was in the staff room, that teacher&hellip;that rascal misbehaved with her. She was frightened by the behavior and some how escaped from his hands and ran to home. She got fever and started saying she is not interested to go to school. When Sumathi realized the fact, she hugged her daughter and consoled her. Those parents were unable to take action against that idiot because there is no proof to place in front of school management.  
 
Shit&hellip;we teach children Guru is God. If God himself develops lust on his students, who will protect them? Ramya&rsquo;s innocent face came to mind and felt she was asking the same question. Not in a position to give any reply. Another bitter experience started appearing in my closed eyes. I went to hear speech of Indira Gandhi. Big crowd gathered in those grounds. Suddenly people started pushing each other. In that moment a person behind me started pressing my body parts which are divinely things used for Motherhood. I felt as if he may rape me in the crowd. Moved fast to front of my brother and escaped to home. From that day onwards I never attended any meeting which gathers a crowd. Idiot men are not leaving women even in bus journeys. One day I was coming from my research guide. It was around 9.30PM and was traveling in the Hyderabad city bus. Apart from me 25 men were present in the bus. I sat in a vacant front seat. After some time I felt some one&rsquo;s hand touching my back. I got irritation and told him in bigger voice to sit straight. But I can not express how insecure I felt until I reached my home. Even boys are in the same path. When I was coming from office, a teenager followed me and passed comments which made me burst into tears. This is because he was at the age of my son and commenting on my inner body parts.  
 
Not only boys, even Gurujis entered the same track. When I was in college studies, one Guruji visited our owner&rsquo;s home. Along with all our neighbors and my parents I too visited him to take his blessings. When I touched him feet, he told me to sit near him and hugged me and was announcing my great future. I felt the repetition of my childhood incident. Every one was around. No body got any doubt because he was great guruji. I didn&rsquo;t utter any word, with a force I made him loose his hands and came downstairs to my room. I didn&rsquo;t say anything to my parents. But later I came to know from my mother that that idiot guruji was caught when he was watching from a hole the naked body of our owner&rsquo;s sister while she was taking bath. Till that time I used to think that Sanyasis/Gurujis are God servants on earth to save us the ordinary people. But he proved me wrong. 
 
 
I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of Sri Ravi Sankarji. He was with closed eyes and his lip movement indicated that he was chanting some mantra. I felt very sick and hungry. Closed my eyes but thoughts didn&rsquo;t stop coming&hellip;.now I am traveling with another Guruji&hellip;a male. What will these men do? At the most they may rape me. What else they can do? I am a mother, gave birth to two kids. If they play with a mother, let them do. No body there in this world to take care of me. I lost interest in this life and now let me check real nature of Sri Ravi Sankarji. 
 
My experiences and other females&rsquo;experiences made me doubt every one. I move friendly with all men. Many men helped me in many incidents. But except my father, brother and husband, I never believe other men. Even though they are polite, I doubt them because their real nature can be understood only when I am with them alone in a lonely place which I never wish to face.  
 
My friend Radha&rsquo;s husband tortured her in making sex. Now she is in helpless condition. People say I should learn to take things positively and leave the negative opinion on men and I should trust them but how? My neighbor Rajani&rsquo;s daughter was doing college studies. She fell in love with her classmate. She trusted him and joined him physically. That beast took video of their play using cell phone and released in the Internet. I still remember how herself and her parents stopped coming out to the public. Police caught that idiot and sent to jail. But this girl could not recover from that shock and attempted suicide. 
 
Oh&hellip;God! Is it a punishment for taking birth as a female? Had I done any crime in last birth so that you decided to punish me by giving female gender in this birth? Our holy books say mother is the&nbsp; Goddess. The sex organs on female body are holy places which are used in giving birth to next generation. But who is respecting a woman? Every man is ready to jump on a woman if she is not his mother or sister. In childhood I had so many dreams to become mother like my mother. But now I don&rsquo;t like this female life. I can&rsquo;t go alone even in urgent situations. I should be accompanied by a man for security. What is this? I am a human being like a man. Then why should I need security? No freedom. No God&hellip;I hate my imprisoned life. God&hellip;if you wish to give me another birth, please don&rsquo;t create me as a female. Please God&hellip;Please. 
 
I heard voice of Sri Ravi Sankarji. He was singing bhajan songs on Lord Shiv. I opened my eyes and found that my body was trembling. Also realized that I wept unconsciously. Quickly erased tears on my cheeks and looked at Sri Ravi Sankarji. He was not looking at me. He was involved in bhajan song. Other sishyas too joined him. I was unable to join in bhajan. Looked at watch. It was around 3PM. I didn&rsquo;t take even water on that day. Not only me no body took even water. That fasting and those frightening memories made me feel sick. I felt feverish. Here I must admit that Sri Ravi Sankarji&rsquo;s voice got hypnotic power. After hearing his bhajan for some time, I felt relieved from pains and slowly entered into peaceful sleep.  
 
I heard Sri Ravi Sankarji&rsquo;s voice&hellip;&rdquo;Sneha&hellip;get down.&rdquo; I realized that we reached the destination. With lot of difficulty I opened the door and stepped down. There I saw many men and women standing. They were saluting Sri Ravi Sankarji. Sri Ravi Sankarji said &ldquo;Sneha&hellip;come with me.&rdquo; My feverish body didn&rsquo;t cooperate with me to move ahead. Sri Ravi Sankar ji came my side and held my hand firmly and said &ldquo;Step forward.&rdquo; 
 
.................................................will be continued in the next blog. 
 
Sneha 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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						<pubDate>Nov 08, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>My experience in Ashram! (Romancing with Nature-3)</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/24048</link>
						<description><![CDATA[One of my friends gave me the address of the Ashram of Sri Ravi Sankar ji. I asked them to accompany me to visit that Ashram. But they laughed and said big NO. Yeah&hellip;they were busy in family activities. Here me! OH&hellip;I called up my hero (Hubby). He said &ldquo;Sneha dear&hellip;U missed the marriage function. It went wonderful.&rdquo; I asked &ldquo;so u and children are coming by the next train.&rdquo; Hubby&rsquo;s reply threw me to depression. He said &ldquo;No Sneha&hellip;my management arranged an unexpected meeting at Delhi office. Foreign delegates are visiting our office. I have to show them progress of our company. It may take one week.&rdquo; 
I asked with low voice &ldquo;Have to reserved tickets for children?&rdquo; 
His reply brought tears. He said &ldquo;No dear&hellip;they wish to spend some more days in granny&rsquo;s home.&rdquo; 
Meanwhile I heard ringing sound of his second phone (he uses one phone for personal relations and another phone for only office purpose). He said &ldquo;My boss is online. U take care dear.&rdquo; He disconnected my line. 
I don&rsquo;t know how long I sat there while tears were rolling on my cheeks. 
No body is there in this world that is anxious to see me. 
I am only running after them. 
They are busy in their own worlds. 
No body is there in this world to take care of me. 
Suddenly my world of family relations appeared strange. 
 
I heard somewhere that the person who doesn&rsquo;t have any relation can become a Sanyasi (saint). 
So I am eligible for becoming Sanyasini. 
Until the phone call I made I had been thinking of just visiting the Ashram. But after phone conversation I took the decision of moving away from all the relations because no one is there to think of me. 
Left all my gold items at home. With the dress I was in, I started from home. Threw even the home key into the water tank. Just carried auto charges and reached the Ashram. 
 
When I entered the Ashram, some sort of Bhajan was going on. I sat there and met Sri Ravi Sankar ji after Bhajan was over. I told him my decision to become Sanyasin and stay in the Ashram forever. 
He didn&rsquo;t express any surprising feeling. He was as usual with those peace filled smile. 
He smiled and said &ldquo;OK&rdquo; 
They allotted a room to me. 
In that night my tired body fell asleep without any trial. 
In the morning I woke up while hearing Bhajans and realized that I was in the Ashram. 
Took bath and joined the Bhajan. 
They were around ten men and two old women in the Ashram of Sri Ravi Shankar ji. 
Almost all men were around 30 in age. 
They took few pieces of fruits as breakfast. 
I could not understand how it can fill the stomach. 
I felt hungry even after eating those few pieces of banana, grapes and coconut. 
My routine breakfast flashed in the mind. Yesterday morning I was at home and took four hot idly. In the plate of those four hot idly I poured ghee. On one side of those idly I placed idly powder (it is specially prepared for idly, it is a combination of dal, red mirchi and several other ingredients) and chutney prepared with a combination of coconut and groundnuts. Oh&hellip;my mouth watered with hot idly thoughts. It made me feel hungrier. But no one there seems to have that hungry feeling. They were happily involved in their daily routines. 
 
I came out of the main bhajan hall and observed the surroundings. 
That small Ashram building covered half of total 500 sq yards land. 
They developed a beautiful garden in the remaining half. I don&rsquo;t mean that it is only flower garden. They planted several vegetable and fruit varieties too. 
I observed that all sishyas and swamiji were busily involved in cleaning each plant and pouring water. At the corner of that land I found a well. They were taking water from that well and using it. I didn&rsquo;t find any tap anywhere. Ravi Shankar ji waved his hand to come near him. When I went there he said these words &ldquo;Sneha&hellip;go and help those boys to take water into kitchen and other rooms.&rdquo; I nodded my head and reached the well. 
One syshya helped me to take a water filled vessel on to my shoulder. 
I felt it heavy. Only in childhood I used to carry water like that. For last 25 years I never came across any incident where I had to carry water except those 1litre water bottles. 
At home we had water taps in all rooms. One old lady showed me the big containers used for water. Later, believe me, I carried water 25 times inside the building and filled several containers. Other syshyas filled other containers in other rooms. I was exhausted by the time they told me to stop and take rest. That too I was very hungry. I felt severe body aches. Before recovering from those body aches, one syshya came to me and said &ldquo;Maa...help me in cooking.&rdquo; I nodded and followed him to kitchen. I saw him carrying several types of vegetables and realized that they were collected from the garden. Two more syshyas were in the kitchen. I sat with those old women and helped them in cutting the vegetables. 
When we sat for lunch I was in the state to grab the food and eat. 
But they served very little to every one there. 
No body seems to be upset with that little amount of food on the plates created by leaves. 
All prayed God before taking food. 
Even at the prayer time I was unable to concentrate because my full concentration focused on the food in my plate. 
 
After finishing lunch, I reached a neem tree and sat there. 
First time a doubt raised in me. &ldquo;Am I punishing myself by turning to Sanyasin? 
I am missing my lazy and lavish life style.&rdquo; 
But immediately my phone conversation with hubby came to my mind. 
&ldquo;No I took a good decision. Why should I live in that bungalow where no one cares me?&rdquo; 
With those thoughts I forgot how long I was there under the neem tree.  
Suddenly I felt male presence near me. I know my female mind is very sharp in identifying male presence. In that way it helps every woman to secure from the dangerous men. 
With a jerk I opened my eyes and found Sri Ravi Sankar ji staring at me with the same smiling face. 
He told me &ldquo;Sneha&hellip;it seems u are upset with Ashram activities. Every person in the Ashram has to perform these activities. If you do not like, you can leave at any time.&rdquo; 
I realized that he had mind reading capabilities. 
Immediately I nodded my head side ways and said &ldquo;No&hellip;I wish to continue as Sanyasin.&rdquo; 
He said &ldquo;OK&hellip;God bless you&rdquo; and went inside the Ashram. 
Later evening bhajans started. Several outsiders came to ashram to participate in bhajans. 
Next three days passed with more or less similar activities. 
I had lost outside world contacts. I left my cell phone at home, so telephonic contacts too.  
That cell phone thought turned me upset &ldquo;By the way who is there in this world to speak to me? Every one is busy in their own worlds.&rdquo;  
 
On the fourth day Sri Ravi Sankar ji told me this &ldquo;Pack your luggage. We are moving to another place.&rdquo; 
 
&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;.will be continued in the next blog. 
 
Meanwhile give your opinion on Ashram life and my thought process. 
One more thing&hellip;give me the genuine answer to this question. 
&ldquo;How come any man ask a woman to pack luggage without getting her opinion on whether she is interested in moving with him or not?&rdquo; 
 
 
Sneha 
 
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						<description><![CDATA[With Yesterday&rsquo;s discussion with the little bird (my inner self), I became upset to some extent. No mood to take classes. But no other alternative. Finished those two lectures half-heartedly. Some of my colleagues cum friends observed my silence. So came to me and enquired the reason for it. I told them every thing and asked &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know what I really achieved so far.&rdquo; They burst into laughter and teased me &ldquo;Yeh tho abhi budiya ban gayi re. Sanyasin ki tarah baathem kar rahi hain.&rdquo; I too joined them in laughing. But somehow that laugh was not the one which originates from heart.  In our college, our management conducts several programs like cultural, spiritual etc etc. Recently our chairman (college founder) visited US and it seems he realized there the Art of Living. He arranged Art of Living program on weekend i.e., on Saturday. We thought of bunking that program but hadn&rsquo;t dare to do it because our Chairman was also attending it. What a boredom exercise! We were forced to attend a program which non of us had any interest. Oops &hellip;we cursed our fate over sitting and listening to the long haired, white dhotiwala buddha ka speech. Any way, we all attended that program. After waiting for 10 minutes, we heard the arrival of chairman with the guest. Until that time we were joking on each other&rsquo;s fate. Some one waved his hands from the main door of our seminar hall. That was a hint. We all became silent and stood up. Our chairman, principal entered the hall while bowing their heads to the person in between them.  We stood stand still while looking at their direction. I was awestruck by looking at the face of the guest. He came to the dais and waved his hand as a signal of saying &ldquo;Sit Down&rdquo;. We all sat down. Chairman introduced him. He was non-other than Sri Sri Ravi Sankar ji.    He was in white dhoti and with long hairs. But he was not an old man; he was at the age around us. He was blessed with peace spreading eyes and ever smiling face with excellent features. I don&rsquo;t know how but I got attracted to that person.  That attraction developed some curiosity to listen to his speech. He gave speech on &ldquo;Breathing techniques to eliminate stress and tension&rdquo;. He made his speech in the form of discussion. He told us tiny stories and made us laugh and encouraged us to participate in discussion. I felt he was using his magic wand and attracting people. Every one of us participated in discussion and enjoyed interacting with him.  Even after reaching home&nbsp; I could not come of his charm. I felt as if he was inviting me to join in his Ashram. No body was there at home to share my feelings. After spending the Sunday restlessly, I reached college and inquired my colleagues about location of his ashram.  ..........................................................will be contd in the next blog. Meanwhile tell me these things... Do you have interest in Art of Living Programs? Have you attended Art of Living program, especially conducted by Sri Sri Ravi Sankarji?  Sneha  PS:Ravi Sankar ji ... I m sure you will certainly laugh on the description of you and your speech. Kya karoon ... I Love you so much.  ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Oct 23, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>Romancing with Nature! - 1</title>
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I still remember, two months back it happened. 
My family members went to another city to attend a marriage function of my relative. 
As I was having inspection at office, I didn&rsquo;t get the opportunity to travel with them. 
 
After finishing office work, when I reached home no one was there to make me hurry in preparing all sorts of dishes for dinner. So I felt relaxed, spent nearly half an hour in bathroom. Shower with warm water relaxed every vein of the body.  
 
Didn&rsquo;t feel like eating. So took a piece of apple while preparing coffee. Then went upstairs to terrace and sat leisurely on a chair. While sipping coffee, I entered into thoughts. I have finished two thirds of age. That is I am forty years old now.  
What did you achieve in this life? 
Unknowingly this question raised in me. I felt my inner self as a cute little bird sat on my lap and was asking that question. I pondered over my life to get the genuine answer. No one was there to disturb me from those stream of thoughts.  
First answer I got was &ldquo;I am a good girl whom my parents show to world very proudly.&rdquo; 
My inner self questioned &ldquo;Is this the achievement?&rdquo; 
My second answer was &ldquo;I achieved distinction in every class and became a person with top layer education.&rdquo; 
Inner self looked at me for long and questioned &ldquo;Is this the achievement you want to say?&rdquo; 
I entered into confusion. Determined to give correct answer. So immersed in thoughts for a while and gave a big reply &ldquo;I am good wife to my husband and good mother to my two kids. I have achieved their love and affection. I gathered so many relatives and friends. Achieved good reputation in office and stood first in getting promotions.&rdquo; 
But my inner self nodded head side ways. 
I became hysteric and said loudly &quot;I have bungalow, car, good bank balance, got friends from all the departments of ministry who can solve any problem just with a phone call.&quot; 
That little bird (my inner self) looked at me with pity filled eyes. Then it took long breath and asked &ldquo;If you say these are achievements, then why do you feel alone among these people?&rdquo; 
This question really hit my mind very hardly. 
It was true. Many times I felt alone among the crowd of people. 
I felt some thing lacking in that atmosphere. 
I never gave a thought on finding the reason for that feeling of alone while sitting in a crowd. 
 
..................................will be contd in the next blog.  
I know most of you may also be feeling like me. Have you ever tried to find the answer for it? At least make an attempt now and share your thoughts here. 
 
Sneha  
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						<pubDate>Oct 19, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>Your Opinion Please! - 2</title>
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						<description><![CDATA[Hi friends,   For last several days I am suppressing my interest in knowing your opinion. This is because I am hesitating whether to tell my life story or not. I am hesitant because after reading you may react in a different way which may hurt me. I am hesitant because after reading you may ill treat me which is more than death for me. But I am unable to suppress ... I could not dare to say my story to real life friends. But I should share my tragic story with at least one friend. Therefore I opted internet to share my story to virtual friends. Sneha said many good people exist in net; they will express their true feelings. So I am here to say about my story.  I am Sucharita, 27 year old, came from very decent family located in Visakhapatnam of Andhra Pradesh. My both parents are teachers. They always taught me on good conduct. I am also obedient child to them. Starting from childhood I was like bookworm, got distinctions in all classes. After finishing degree, I got job in multinational company with good salary package. But that job didn't change my basic nature i.e., respecting our traditions and moral values. I wear salwar-kameez. Never tried cheap tricks like exposing body and flirting with boys. In degree college or in our office, boys hesitate to pass comments on me. The same boys I saw commenting other girls very frequently.&nbsp; The boys whoever came in touch with me respected me a lot. Now you can understand my behavior.  Now let me come to the actual point... My parents are in search of suitable groom for me. They selected one boy who is working as a software engineer in California. He came to India for a short trip in which he wants to select a girl, marry and take her to US. Before his arrival his parents selected few girls and sent their photos to this boy. Out of that bunch of photos he filtered few and said YES to them. After reaching India he will check all the girls for whom he gave YES mark and finalize one as his life partner. My photo was in YES category. His parents and my parents discussed all matters and both parties were happy. One fine day Boy landed in India. And another fine day he visited our home. As prior information was given about his visit, I was decorated like a doll. He came and after talking to me for few minutes, he said he wants to talk to me separately in the beach. My parents agreed. Next day I went along with him to beach. First half an hour he said so many thing related to US. I listened to every word carefully and talked whenever he asked something about me and my parents. Later he moved close to me. I felt inconvenience but didn&rsquo;t express my feelings. While talking he moved still close to me by keeping his hand around my body. I felt it unbearable. He may become my husband but now he is not my husband. How can I allow this sort of closeness before marriage? I decided to say feelings but with calm voice. I don&rsquo;t want to hurt him because I am feeling him as my would be husband. But I never cross limits. Before me saying this strange thing happened. All of a sudden he bent me and kissed me. I felt it as a devil act, pushed him away. Tears rolling over my cheeks I said &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t like before marriage.&rdquo; That&rsquo;s it. He said &ldquo;You&hellip;shit&rdquo;. Then he got up and vanished in his car leaving me alone in the beach. Later my parents received the information that I am not a suitable match.  How much I cried in nights I don&rsquo;t know. I could not understand what mistake I did. His last words roared in my ears for several days. I shared my feelings with my close friend in office. &nbsp;She said &ldquo;Suchie&hellip;You should change as per the modern trend in the society. Nowadays boys are preferring girls who mingles with them very freely. If you hang with those old traditions, you will never get a suitable match.&rdquo; These words made an impressive effect on me. I started realizing some thing wrong on my side. So, I decided to mingle with my would-be husband.  After six months, my parents found another suitable groom. He too was working as software engineer but in Infosys located in Hyderabad. After his parents and my parents discussed, he spoke to me few words. Then he asked my parents for talking to me separately. They agreed and sent both of us to a separate room. There he was saying about his official status and future plans. While talking we both were standing. He told me &ldquo;Let us sit.&rdquo; I sat in the sofa; he too sat in the same sofa. I realized the his next move. As I didn&rsquo;t wish to loose that match, decided not to disappoint him. Any way he is going to be my husband. Nothing wrong in moving close with him.&nbsp; I prayed God and with shivering body, moved close to him.  He stood up as if he met with a shock and said &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t behave like a whore!&rdquo; He left the room leaving me alone. His parents said &ldquo;we will inform you later&rdquo;. Later when my parents enquired them, they &ldquo;we are not interested in your match.&rdquo;  You may not understand at what shock this incident threw me into. He called me WHORE. When I didn&rsquo;t agree to move close, first one called me SHIT. When I decided to move close, the second one called me WHORE. Where I went wrong I am unable to understand. I don&rsquo;t know whether I am worthy for living or not. I wish to listen to your opinions on my nature. I wish to learn what is lacking in my behavior.   regards Sucharita ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Oct 15, '08</pubDate>
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