<?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-20438412</id><updated>2012-02-18T23:52:50.638-08:00</updated><category term='linux'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='sightseeing'/><category term='The Alchemist'/><category term='firebugs'/><category term='texas'/><category term='Dallas'/><category term='Kauai'/><category term='Sandip Khare'/><category term='programming'/><category term='Dallas restaurants'/><title type='text'>Its my life!</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings about my life and my world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dskvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20438412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dskvishwa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dhanashri K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938727463974965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20438412.post-1669497730365293087</id><published>2010-09-19T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:21:44.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys for a 4 year old?!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was trying to find a good birthday gift for my friend's 4 year old. I ran from 1 aisle to the other.. Was completely surprised to see almost all the toys in that age group were either guns or battleships or something related to warfare! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to find a decent and entertaining toy for an innocent 4 year old? We keep bombarding young kids with everything related to wars and then crib about how violent the young generation has become! Aren't we responsible for this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I found something _NOT_ related to wars, I hope the kid likes it though. I wonder if he has gotten used to all the war toys by now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated.  The first day in college is one of them.  When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about. I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys  have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party – several months in advance – just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when  I see older people,  the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost.   So how to save the spark? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the spark to be a lamp’s flame. The first aspect is nurturing - to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn’t any external measure - a certain cost to company pay package, a particular car or house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it isn’t the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won’t be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive. Just getting better from current levels feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to  interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature designed  with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature’s design. Are you? Goals will help you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add, don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You must have read some quotes -  Life is a  tough race, it is a marathon or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school. Where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One last thing about nurturing the spark - don’t take life seriously. One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said  - don’t be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It’s ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’ve told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don’t go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades – how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that’s where you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Disappointment’s cousin is  frustration, the second storm.  Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don’t know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to  a release. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved – movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result – at least I was learning how to write scripts  , having a side plan – I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life  - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it – not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty darn lucky by Indian standards. Let’s be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don’t. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don’t get literary praise. It’s ok. I don’t look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It’s ok. Don’t let unfairness kill your spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. . And you may drop some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and then others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There you go. I’ve told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I welcome you again to the most wonderful  years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, you eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it now more than any moment in history. 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For the past 2 days the hospital was swarmed with scores of people, his children, grandchildren, his relatives, friends, colleagues and all the people he had touched with his warmth, waiting for him to wake up from his unconsciousness. All of them were in tears and his capable younger son had a tough time to console them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keshav Narayan Dandge, one of the most successful advocates in Kolhapur and a genuinely great personality. He was a prominent figure in the law circle, with numerous successful cases to his name. He was not only a successful lawyer but also a successful father. He unfortunately lost his beloved wife very early in their married life to a minor illness. But he never let any of his 4 children feel deprived of motherly love. He raised them with all the love and care of both a father and a mother! All of his 4 children went on to become courageous and successful adults. In his old age, he was well taken care of by his loving youngest son. And the rest of his children were always in touch with him. They shared an inseparable bond of love. He was very generous and kind; he did good to everyone he met in his life; his house was alway full of warmth and care to everyone. He befriended all that he met; he rarely had days when there were no guests! His king-size ways to treat his guests were good enough to keep his loving daughter-in-law on her toes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 October 2007.. Keshav Narayan Dandge, my maternal grandfather, left for heavenly abode. He is my role model for an ideal and successful life! He truly lived life king-sized. There was no dearth of food and facilities in their house. I still cherish memories of the days when we used to gather to celebrate his birthday every year on 25th May. We used to celebrate his birthday pompously. We used to enjoy the sumptuous food specially cooked for his birthday and the sweet ripe Alphonso mangoes. We had loads of fun together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather had a successful life. I am proud to have such a great lineage with me. When he passed away, the entire Kolhapur district court was declared closed for a day in his memory. The house and the hospital were full of people, his old friends, colleagues, his near and distant relatives, who were inconsolable with tears in their eyes. My uncle, his youngest son, had such a tough time controlling all of them, he had no time to think of his own loss! And my mother! my sweet mother is indeed very courageous; she consoled me even though her loss was bigger than mine!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29 October 2007.. my dearest aajoba left us all behind, to embark upon another successful journey in the other world. He was fortunate that he had all his children and grandchildren besides him when he was dying. I was the unfortunate one who could not meet him during his last days. But I remember his lively existence, his happy eyes when he saw me dressed up as a bride, our long late-night talks on life and everything else on earth, his subtle and intelligent humour, his smiling voice. I feel grateful to God that I could call him and hear his loving words just a week before his death, that he was present to give his blessings on my marriage and share his worldly wisdom with his eldest and his most beloved grandchild!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear aajoba.. I feel he is still there amongst us, watching us with his caring eyes and showering his blessings upon us. No, he has not left us.. he will always be there in our hearts. My beloved and dearest aajoba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20438412-2985058369387233953?l=dskvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dskvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2985058369387233953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20438412&amp;postID=2985058369387233953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20438412/posts/default/2985058369387233953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20438412/posts/default/2985058369387233953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dskvishwa.blogspot.com/2007/11/shraddhanjali-in-memoirs.html' title='Shraddhanjali (In Memoirs...)'/><author><name>Dhanashri K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938727463974965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20438412.post-7257545697851671634</id><published>2007-08-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:16:38.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why public speaking?</title><content type='html'>Here's a great article I found about public speaking: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freetoasthost.org/A_Quick_Guide_to_Public_Speaking.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly explains why anybody should bother about honing their public speaking skills. A few additional points on why I myself have joined the Toastmasters club, an organisation for developing your speaking skills: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Effective public speaking not only helps you in your career by giving you that edge over your colleagues, it also helps in every other facet of your life, in your relations (as I have been learning myself), in your friends, everytime you interact with people. Because as they say, "Man is a social animal" and You have to have good communication skills to make your presence effective in your society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Different people speak different languages and have their own accents while conversing in English. Its unarguably useful to be able to understand what the other person is saying, without getting bogged down by his/her heavy or different accent. Atleast for me, this has been a strong motivation to join Toastmasters, ever since I moved to the US of A! We Indians are not at all used to the heavy American accent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) To carry forth my second point, A good conversationalist is always a Good listener first. I have myself being a very impatient listener in the past. Listening to other speakers in the club, performing small roles like checking grammer and verbal cliches, and taking part in the club activities, i believe, will definitely improve my listening skills.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for a good motivation to myself! Yeah, I am happy I joined the toastmasters. I am already on my path of being a confident speaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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That speech mostly describes the person as I am, so the best place for the permanent writeup would be on my blogpage! So here it goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the 'Geek' called Software Engineer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start my icebreaker speech with the inspiring words from the Chinese philosopher, Confucius: " Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Friends! I am a software engineer! I am a geek! Well I was fortunate enough to have a career in a field I thouroughly enjoyed. I started my career as an Embedded Systems Engineer about 6 years ago. For starters, Embedded systems are the computers designed to perform a few well-defined tasks, unlike the general purpose PCs. Examples vary from mp3 players like IPODs, microwaves, car dashboards to robots and aircraft control systems! We write the softwares that program these hardwares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my topic, I joined a small company called Aftek Ltd in central India in September 2001. I was yet to finish the last semester of my masters. That was soon after the Y2K bubble burst. The software industry was in a bad shape and the job markets were down. I was among the lucky few who could get through the few campus interviews that came our way. I was literally jumping with joy, excitement and pride when I got my appointment letter. I was to start as a trainee engineer with a meagre salary of 5000 Indian rupees per month, which was really peanuts. But still, I was lucky enough to get a job in an industry tormented with layoffs and pinkslips! I still remember the anxiety and excitement of my first day at work; the chill that went down my spine as I was introduced to the product I was to work on. It was a small portable ticket-issuing machine, with a tiny printer attached to it. I was awestruck when I read the source code that controlled the tiny device. It was so different from whatever i had learnt as a student! Real life experience as ALWAYS is SO different from the formal training! I was amature as a programmer.. how was I supposed to grasp all that knowledge? As time passed on, I not only learnt the nuances of the software but also understood the business aspect of my product. I could use the knowledge i learnt to help make my product a success in the local market. I eventually got absorbed in the company and got to work on many more exciting projects like an IR projection keyboard for handheld devices, bluetooth headsets for mobiles to name just a few. I really enjoyed all my projects and I can talk on and on for hours about them :).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was about the geek in me! Apart from this, there was also an important aspect of my career: the peopleware. That includes my colleagues, my clients &amp; my bosses. I learnt a lot from all of them. What I learnt, could easily be another speech topic. I made some of my best friends at Aftek ltd.  I still remember the time we used to spend sipping hot coffee while we took break from our glaring monitors! We used to call it coffee break. But it was more of chatting than coffee! I can still smell the hot and delicious snacks that our company served us every evening sharp at 5 pm. Ahaha! Good enough to stretch us for another 4-5 hours of hard work! Yes! We used to work from 10 am in morning to usually 9 at night, sometimes more than that. My family used to get really irritated bcoz of my irregular timings. They used to say "Why even bother coming home? Stay in your dear office forever!" But I never complained. My work gave me such a high, I didn't really need additional caffeine to keep me going! My company was my second home, and my team was my second family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SIGH&gt;I spent 5 of my best years in Aftek ltd. But as they say all good things come to an end. November last year, i bid adieu to my exciting career and got married to my prince charming from Dallas! Life took a 360 degree turn as I started a new career as a simple homemaker. I completely enjoy doing that too, though I never imagined that from myself! :) .. As my luck would have it, I got the coveted work permit for this year meaning I can start the second innings of my career in a couple of months. Till then, I am making the best use of my time here with toastmasters. To conclude, I would quote Paul Clitheroe, a successful TV presenter and financial analyst. He said "For many people a job is more than an income - it's an important part of who we are." Yes, My job at Aftek gave me financial stability and freedom, a sense of satisfaction &amp; achievement, the pride of having done something creative, and most important, my identity! 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I had heard little about Dallas/Texas before I came here, except ofcourse in school geography when we learnt Prairie grasslands! I come from Pune, a city in Maharashtra India, surrounded by big &amp; small mountains of the famous Sahyadri ranges and through which the once-beautiful twin-rivers called Mula-Mutha flow. Basically I am a nature person, and get attracted by jungles &amp; mountains! I had been to Calif before &amp; had already seen the nature &amp; America's wild in its best form. So I was pretty excited for getting to stay in a completely different part of the US. The first glimpse of Dallas was however rather depressing, when I looked down from the plane before landing. It is a plain landscape! No hills, nothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dear hubby did his best to change my view about Dallas &amp; he quite succeeded also! In my short stay of 3 months here, he eagerly showed me the best places around Dallas. I was pleasantly surprised to see how man can bring such a drastic change to turn a rather plain &amp; arid terrain into a highly landscaped &amp; green habitat! Man-made lakes of various sizes &amp; shapes abound the city. These lakes are jogger's paradise with the numerous trails that go around them. Besides these, there are numerous other attractions in this city, some of which I could visit in my short time span here. Rest of them compete with each other for the top 10 items of my wishlist! I gather a few of them in the pages below (courtesy: Yahoo travels and few other such sites): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dallas World Aquarium &amp; Zoological Gardens: &lt;br /&gt;1801 N Griffin St&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75202-1503&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 720 2224&lt;br /&gt;daryl@dwazoo.com&lt;br /&gt;Open Hours&lt;br /&gt;10a-5p daily&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dwazoo.com&lt;br /&gt;A South American rainforest filled with unique plants and animals such as monkeys, colorful toucans, crocodiles, manatees and otters. The aquarium portion features 85,000-gallons of saltwater with marine life from around the world. Rare sea dragons, giant clams and endangered sea turtles are but a few of the intriguing animals on display. An outdoor lagoon-like exhibit features Black-footed penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dallas Asboretum:&lt;br /&gt;8525 Garland Road&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75218-4335&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 515 6500&lt;br /&gt;Open Hours&lt;br /&gt;9a-5p M-Su, Closed on Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Day and New Years Day&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dallasarboretum.org/&lt;br /&gt;Off the shores of White Rock Lake lies the garden of a lifetime. Sure to make anyone green with envy, the 66 acres of lush, perfectly manicured landscapes hold a treasure trove of trees, bushes and flowers. Quaint and quiet walkways meander throughout the grounds, with countless coves. Also located on the grounds is the DeGolyer House, a 1940s-style Spanish mansion. Tours of the house and its sculpture garden are offered. The Johnson Color Gardens, the Woman's Garden and the Lay Ornamental Garden with water walls are exquisite features of the picturesque grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) White Rock Lake:&lt;br /&gt;8300 Garland Road&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75218-4332&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 670 4100&lt;br /&gt;Open Hours&lt;br /&gt;6am-midnight daily&lt;br /&gt;White Rock Lake has 9-plus miles of waterfront trails—the complete loop around the lake takes about three hours. Also offered are fishing, sailing and horseback riding. Those who enjoy bird watching will find that the lake attracts a wide variety of birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Reunion Tower:&lt;br /&gt;300 Reunion Boulevard E.&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75207-4409&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 651 1234&lt;br /&gt;Open Hours&lt;br /&gt;10a-midnight F, 9a-midnight Sa, 10a-10p Su-Th&lt;br /&gt;This Dallas landmark has graced the downtown skyline for 21 years. Three levels of activity top the 50-story structure, which are encircled in a dome of lights. The triangle formations of the structural cylinders encase the elevators that carry passengers to the top levels in 68 seconds. For the more actively inclined, an 837-step stairwell is located in the middle of the tower. Over 200 lights add shimmer to the geodesic dome, which can be programmed to form an infinite number of patterns. Some of the more famous include "The Electric Moon," "Texas Raindrops" and "Dallas Disco Fever." The tower opened in 1978, just two years after construction began and only five years after its conception. The Lookout is the lowest of the upper levels and provides both an indoor and outdoor observation area. Visitors can view many points of interest throughout the Dallas area from 360-degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Cedar Ridge Preserve:&lt;br /&gt;7171 Mountain Creek Pkwy&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75249-1159&lt;br /&gt;+1 972 293 5150&lt;br /&gt;Open Hours&lt;br /&gt;Tu-Su sunrise-sunset&lt;br /&gt;http://www.audubondallas.org/&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of Texas' nature can be experienced first-hand with a hike through this 630-acre preserve. With guided and self-guided tours available along the ten miles of wooded trails, outdoor enthusiasts can wander up to the Escarpment Nature Preserve, the highest point in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. Along the way you can view ponds, wildflowers and a butterfly garden before arriving at vistas and an observation tower. The trails vary in difficulty. All are natural terrain paved with rock, mulch or dirt. They are designed for foot traffic only, and bikes or roller blades are not allowed. Hikes can last anywhere from 15 minutes to three hours, depending upon selected trail. A snack bar, gift shop and amphitheater are also scattered on the preserve grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Southern Methodist University:&lt;br /&gt;6425 Boaz Lane&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75275-0001&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 768 2000&lt;br /&gt;http://www.smu.edu/&lt;br /&gt;This private, four-year, liberal arts university has an enrollment of just over 9,000 students. People from more than 80 countries and all 50 states come to study on this campus. Though named after the Methodist denomination, students from every religious background are welcome. SMU has been ranked by U.S. News and World Report as one of the top 100 national universities. And plus its a beautiful campus, good place to take a walk &amp; relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Boulder Park:&lt;br /&gt;3200 West Redbird Lane&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75237-2207&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 670 4100&lt;br /&gt;Open Hours&lt;br /&gt;Daily during daylight hours&lt;br /&gt;Maintained by the Dallas Off-Road Bicycle Association, this park is conveniently located near I-20 and Highway 67. Hosting approximately 6 miles of bike trails, Boulder Park offers the perfect ride for everyone. There are sections for beginners and others for advanced riders. Most of the trails have been created for bike use, but there is a soft-surface hiking trail for nature lovers. Here you'll find open sections, wooded areas, rocks and water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Old City Park:&lt;br /&gt;1717 Gano Street&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75215-1211&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 421 5141 (Dallas Heritage Village)&lt;br /&gt;mguthrie@dallasheritagevillage.org&lt;br /&gt;Open Hours&lt;br /&gt;Vary&lt;br /&gt;http://www.oldcitypark.org&lt;br /&gt;The city's oldest park is full of lush and landscaped gardens and a recreated Victorian age town. Nestled near downtown, the 13 acres of sprawling green are accentuated with Victorian-era homes and stores. Inside each of these buildings, visitors will find volunteers demonstrating weaving, cooking, black smithing and other historic crafts of the era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Dallas Arts District:&lt;br /&gt;Northeast corner of Downtown Dallas&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75201&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 953 1977&lt;br /&gt;info@artsdistrict.org&lt;br /&gt;Open Hours&lt;br /&gt;Office hours: 9a-5p M-F&lt;br /&gt;http://www.artsdistrict.org/&lt;br /&gt;One of the largest urban cultural districts nationwide, the Dallas Arts District is home to numerous performing and visual arts venues. Visitors will marvel at unique masterpieces on display in the district's museums and galleries. World-class culture abounds with ongoing art, music, drama and dance performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Fair Park Coliseum:&lt;br /&gt;1300 Robert B Cullum Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX 75210-2364&lt;br /&gt;+1 214 670 8400&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful park is situated two miles east of downtown Dallas. It boasts of nine museums and six performance facilities, such as the Music Hall, Smirnoff Music Center, Band Shell, and the Cotton Bowl Stadium. With the largest collection of 1930s Art Deco style architecture, this National Historic Landmark is open to public and corporate events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other online resources about Dallas attractions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info about off-beat and little known lakes around dallas :&lt;br /&gt;http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/North_America/United_States_of_America/Texas/Dallas-876982/Off_the_Beaten_Path-Dallas-Parks_Lakes-BR-1.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those who, like me, thought there's nothing else to do in here except for food &amp; shopping, well there's lot of interesting places to visit around Dallas! Just get hold of a good company &amp; directions from google maps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I consider it my privilege that I could visit an extremely beautiful island, thanks to my dear hubby. We visited the Kauai island of Hawaii. It is also called the Garden Island becoz of the ample variety of flora found there. The weather there is perfect almost all thru' the year. The island has an easy-going &amp; laid-back attitude to it, which is visible in the way locals spend time, their casual dresses, the easy traffic... If you want to relax and rejuvenate yourself, then Kauai is the place for you! &lt;br /&gt;Geographically, the island is roughly divided into 5 parts- the north shore which is the most beautiful part, complete with the beautiful Napali coast and the forest covered Bali-hai mountains aside the most beautiful beaches; the east shore which is again home to sun-kissed sands and variety of foliage; the south shore which is the most commercially developed part, with many tourists flocking to the popular Poipu beach; the west shore, a dry and arid terrain and home to the Waimea Canyon also called the Grand Canyon of the Pacific; and the central part which has inaccessible mountains and dense forest cover, also housing the Wai'ale'ale mountain-the wettest region on earth with hundreds of waterfalls cascadiing the steep mountain slopes. &lt;br /&gt;We were astonished by the variety of trees and terrain on such a small island! All in all, it was the most wonderful experience for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnbGBgYOSI/AAAAAAAAADY/YxOh6-fTnkI/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnbGBgYOSI/AAAAAAAAADY/YxOh6-fTnkI/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042302154347919650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnbGhgYOTI/AAAAAAAAADg/DCy8IADZjfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnbGhgYOTI/AAAAAAAAADg/DCy8IADZjfQ/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042302162937854258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnbHBgYOUI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mz0VFCyvy7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnbHBgYOUI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mz0VFCyvy7Y/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042302171527788866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnaQBgYOPI/AAAAAAAAADA/nS6kA8PEr68/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnaQBgYOPI/AAAAAAAAADA/nS6kA8PEr68/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042301226634983666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnaQhgYOQI/AAAAAAAAADI/pc1CWJDaEFo/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnaQhgYOQI/AAAAAAAAADI/pc1CWJDaEFo/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042301235224918274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnaQxgYORI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Rk132DtuQ64/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnaQxgYORI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Rk132DtuQ64/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042301239519885586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnZlhgYOMI/AAAAAAAAACo/l7NbzUV7JPo/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnZlhgYOMI/AAAAAAAAACo/l7NbzUV7JPo/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042300496490543298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnZmBgYONI/AAAAAAAAACw/Lgq35q-Cn-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnZmBgYONI/AAAAAAAAACw/Lgq35q-Cn-Y/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042300505080477906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnZoRgYOOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SlKjm7vvbKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnZoRgYOOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SlKjm7vvbKQ/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042300543735183586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnYxhgYOJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nyr1Q2dNMGo/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnYxhgYOJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nyr1Q2dNMGo/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042299603137345682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnYyhgYOKI/AAAAAAAAACY/lHUegdvZEFw/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnYyhgYOKI/AAAAAAAAACY/lHUegdvZEFw/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042299620317214882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnY1BgYOLI/AAAAAAAAACg/vvDdfrHEo3U/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-qZtFfUM7U/RfnY1BgYOLI/AAAAAAAAACg/vvDdfrHEo3U/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042299663266887858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20438412-115277691497731159?l=dskvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dskvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/115277691497731159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20438412&amp;postID=115277691497731159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20438412/posts/default/115277691497731159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20438412/posts/default/115277691497731159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dskvishwa.blogspot.com/2006/07/bombay-burning.html' title='Bombay burning...'/><author><name>Dhanashri K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938727463974965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20438412.post-113968121455111563</id><published>2006-02-11T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:06:54.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rang de.. rocks!</title><content type='html'>Just saw the most brilliant Amir Khan movie Rang De Basanti. Its really an awakening movie. The current situation in India is indeed disheartening and pathetic. The worst part is that the public has become used to this situation. Kudos to films like RDB that try to awaken their sleeping souls. When walking out of the theatre, I got the feeling of "what have I done for my country". I am sure most others did too. The movie has shown us the young generation a mission: to clean up the corruption in our system. How do we start on this great mission? From where do we start on it? From our own selves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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