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Log on to Karmayog.org (Published in One India One People Magazine, Oct 2006 issue)

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Karmayog.org- lending a hand to society

Only those who have learned the power of sincere and selfless contribution experience life's deepest joy: true fulfillment. Neha Mishra takes you through the journey of an organization, which follows the same principles.

"Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance." -- Robert F. Kennedy.

Karmayog is a combination of “Karma”- the deed and “Yog”- the composed mind. If the reference doesn’t seem an exaggeration, Karmayog means selfless service.

Moving with a smooth and comfortable life, dedicating his time to FindStone.com– a commercial B2B (business-to-business) portal, Vinay Somani felt that he was just another face in the crowd trying to make an identity.…

MY THOUGHTS (March 2004)

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Once I sat perceived with exempted thoughts:
How to depict Love?? Is it a commitment, a compassion, or a tender-age relation? A thought , a feel, or mere an illusion?
I kept on searching for the definition, till my heart gave me the clue- Love is nothing else, but love is You...
Again I sat perceived with exempted thoughts:
How to depict You??
A feel to feel, a cause to live, or rather a flavour of remembrance? Authentic like life, irresistible like dream, or just a shadow to prove my existence?
Sometimes happy, sometimes annoyed, sweet as honey and animated like a child. Your innocence, your simplicity,can not be stated- You need to be insulated...
Once again I sat, but now perceived with apprehensive thoughts:
How to insulate You??
Cruel world, uncertain fate, Seldom joys and a lot of pain, I beg- I struggle, that my efforts do not go in vain.
I have to protect you, for me and myself, with my own hope, with my own help.
It is with your smilethat my breath is related, And our this relation-can never be depicted.…

Blurring lines: ‘Munnabhai’ meets ‘Mr and Mrs Iyer’ (Jan 2006) (Written with a friend for the media magazine)

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Blurring lines: ‘Munnabhai’ meets ‘Mr and Mrs Iyer’






- “kitne aadmi the??”
- “bhagwan ke liye mujhe chhor do”
- “mere paas bangla hai, gaadi hai, tumhare paas kya hai?”

Sounds familiar???

Every Indian movie buff has literally grown with these dialogues. The histrionics of Amitabh Bachchan as Vijay, errant acts of Amjad Khan as Gabbar singh and the chic dance moves of Helen, all come together to make a typical bollywood film a heady concoction of dance, drama, action and romance.

India being the largest film-producing country in the world with an average of 800 films released per year, movies are an inseparable part of every Indian. For long, bollywood has been instrumental in deciding the latest fashion trends- from the body-hugging sarees and high puffs of the 70s to the barely-there minis and cleavage-popping cholis of today……Indian movies have come a long way.

In this journey of cinema marked by ever-popular hits like Sholay and Deewar of the 70s, there was a parallel track running with s…

CONNECTED...(Dec 2006)

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There is something which makes me feel connected…

Few words, seldom smiles…
Standing close holding several miles…
The depth is unseen, feelings understated…
Still…There is something which makes me feel connected…

Is it my urge of love…?
Or my fear of being alone…?
Is it a testing stage…?
Or a journey wrong begun...?

Doubts rule emotions, confusions get created…
Still…There is something which makes me feel connected…

You and I are so different…
Thoughts are never coherent…
Small issues keep us apart…
And life is too busy to give a fresh start…

Is it going to get better… hopes are abated…
Still…There is something which makes me feel connected…

Eyes meet but view departs…
Lips open and blame-game starts…
Suddenly ‘We’ has turned into ‘I’…
Love, understanding, trust has swept by…

May be it is destiny - this relation is ill-fated…
Still…There is something which makes me feel connected…

My beliefs are distinctive,
You have a different notion…
But sometimes in life’s mirror…
I see the same reflection…

Link may be weak…