<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of gaurhavH atri</title><link>http://gauravatri.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of gaurhavH atri</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Photos</title><description><![CDATA[Its not a laughing matter, after all we are standing at the highest point in Mahabaleshwar (Maharashtra).<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/889/8734ca091cd77afde493a698b2419511/homep/images/1176462014">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 16:05:38 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/04/13/Photos.html</link></item><item><title>TATA Sheru TATA</title><description><![CDATA[It was 2:00 am, and i fell down and slept, that night I saw an episode on National Geographic Channel about dwindling Tiger population in Indian jungles. It was a nice programme with almost everyone related to things like Project Tiger etc, saying something or the other and making a genuine point. We arrived on the bank of a lake where a Tigress gave birth to three beautiful cubs. Me and my friend Karn took out our Cameras and start to roll our Video and still cameras, i was holding that Sony digital Camcorder and my focus was on the little cub still not making any move we waited for three hours and suddenly it moved its fore feets and there it is yawning and looking around, i got a pat on my right shoulder and turned my head and saw Karn with a Pale yellow face and with his eyes he told me to look behind his back and what i saw stunned me so much that i couldnot take a breath. It was there, a huge, gigantic Cat, the national animal of my beloved country, the Cat which produced innumerable tales down the centuries and has been the most beautiful of all the Cats, standing ten feet away sniffing like a dog and with a lot of curiosity in her eyes made a move forward towards me as i made an eye contact with her, one good thing happened that i kept the focus on her and didnt stop my camera and it was all getting recorded, she came right upto my body and as i lay over Karn(he was looking away in the other direction), i never felt so Dead before in my life not even when i saw someone being runover by a WHITE TATA INDICA. That Tiger licked my fingers and suddenly turned away and there she was with her three cubs and how happy she was to see her third cub moving and alive, she the Royal Bengal Tigress possessing the strongest Jaws of all cats and having strength  with which she can hold a giant Sambhar in her mouth for hours, sat down beside them like a good dedicated mother and they were all over her, she and her three cubs are alive and happy in that difficult place called jungle What a great mother this beast is. When this documentary was shown at the British Council Theatre, the applause never stopped i came upon the stage and saw the great Tiger conservator Valmik Thapar with tears in his eyes, clapping like anything, Menaka Gandhi still seated and crying, renowned people from BBC and NGC and Animal Planet were there and suddenly i saw a reflection of a giant dog leaping on the wall facing me but that dog didnt land on my stomach and wake me up sharp at 6:00 AM, like it used to do for the last 8 years, i stood up on my bed and realised that Sheru was no more, she died a day before , running ahead of me, wanted to run outside and smell all over the place, i couldnot even tell her to slow down, that WHITE TATA INDICA, the call center CAB, was faster, running over Sheru crushing her face, she couldnt even make a noice, leaving her 7 month old pup behind, we have named him.....Sheru. He has bark and impatience of his mother.<BR>I had this dream about being among the Tigers (getting applaused for bringing forth, soft corners of their nature) this was after the death of Sheru, and this is how it happened. I think this happened with me because i love animals.]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 22:07:58 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/12/17/TATA-Sheru.html</link></item><item><title>Me and Sheru</title><description><![CDATA[The one wearing a wrist watch is me.<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/889/8734ca091cd77afde493a698b2419511/homep/images/1161073870">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 13:46:41 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/10/17/Me-and.html</link></item><item><title>Abbottabad, a poem by James Abbott</title><description><![CDATA[In 1853, after the occupation of Punjab, the British moved in to occupy all the important cities and routes, About 63 km from Rawalpindi one of the British Army officers Major James Abbott came upon a majestic and beautiful valley in the province of Hazara {now in North West Frontier Province of Pakistan}, Majorsaab founded a city with an Army cantonment and later it became one of the Brigade headquarters of the Northern Army of British India, He became its first deputy Commissioner, the city was named after him and became Abbottabad, today it is one of the most beautiful and well kept cities of Pakistan, it is still called by its original name. To understand the importance of Abbottabad we can call it Pakistan's Dehradun. When he was leaving for England, out of his love for the place, Sir James Abbott wrote a poem titled   "Abbottabad".......<BR><BR>I remember the day when I first came here<BR>And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air<BR>The trees and ground covered with snow<BR>Gave us indeed a brilliant white glow<BR>To me place seemed like a dream<BR>And far ran a lonesome stream<BR>The wind hissed as if welcoming us<BR>The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss<BR>And the tiny cuckoo sang it away<BR>A song very melodious and gay<BR>  I adored the place from the first sight<BR>And was happy that my coming here was right<BR>And eight good years here passed very soon<BR>And we leave our perhaps on a sunny day<BR>Oh! Abbottabad we are leaving you now<BR>To your natural beauty do I bow<BR>Perhaps your wind's sound will never reach my ear<BR>My gift for you is a tear<BR>I bid you farewell with a heavy heart<BR>Never from my mind will your memories thwart.<BR><BR><BR>Abbott---is his name<BR>abad---place of living.<BR><BR><BR><BR>Note:  Major James Abbott's House is still there in Abbottabad, it has been kept really well by its occupant.<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/889/8734ca091cd77afde493a698b2419511/homep/images/1160804537">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2006 18:46:52 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/10/13/Abbottabad-a-poem-by-James.html</link></item><item><title>Tag game, it reached my door...</title><description><![CDATA[	<BR>	<BR>	<BR>	<BR><BR>	Tag game<BR><BR>Here is a game to get to know me fun game....be a sport and keep it going<BR>here what you need yo do..cut and paste this entire blog(yep..no copyright) and answer the questionsand paste it on your page...at the end name the person you want to tag and leave a message with yr link on his/her guestbook page..the next tag you replace the previous persons answer with or own and tag someone else and follow the same process again...don't break this ....check out what others have to say....<BR><BR><BR> <BR><BR><BR>here it goes..<BR><BR> <BR><BR>1-how tall are you barefoot?<BR> 5 feet 8 inches<BR><BR>2-have you ever smoke before?<BR>yes, many times during college.<BR><BR><BR>3-do you own a gun?<BR>hee hee, no<BR><BR><BR>4-if you had a mental disorder what would it be?<BR>I will go on all four n play with street dogs<BR><BR><BR>5-how many letters are in your crush name?<BR>that was a Crash<BR><BR><BR>6-what your favourite silly song?<BR>jungle jungle pata chala hai, chaddi pehan ke phool<BR><BR> <BR>7-what is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex???<BR>Its soooo secret even i dont know<BR><BR> <BR><BR>8-do you own a knife?<BR>Yes, in Kitchen<BR><BR><BR>9-name three thoughts at the moment?<BR>To fill in these questionare, <BR>to answer the mis-cal, ye le my answer.<BR><BR>10-name the last thing you bought today?<BR>a book by V.P.P<BR><BR><BR>11-name 5 drinks you regularly drink?<BR>Water, tea, milk, coffee and lassi<BR><BR>12-what time did you wake up today?<BR>7.00 AM<BR><BR><BR>13-what song did you want to be played on your funeral?<BR>Jaane-waale ho sake toh laut ke aanaa....<BR><BR><BR>14-what song did you last hear?<BR>pal pal pal, ye pal<BR><BR>15-favourite place(s) to be?<BR>Rajasthan, M.P. and Mountains, i also like Chandigarh and Dehradun<BR><BR><BR><BR>16-least favourite place(s) to be?<BR>Noida<BR><BR><BR>17-do you own a slippers?<BR>Yes, i have three, lost one from the second pair.<BR><BR> <BR><BR>18-where do you think you'll be ten years?<BR>Working with Walt Disney.<BR><BR> <BR><BR>19-do you burn or tan?<BR> Both <BR><BR><BR>20-yellow or blue?<BR>both...<BR><BR><BR>21-what song do you sing in the shower?<BR> Bhagwaaan, sun dard bharey mere naale....<BR><BR><BR>22-what did you fear was going to get you at night?<BR>That black-storm on Kanchanji's blog<BR><BR><BR>23-what in your pocket right now?<BR>hankerchief and Rs.1340.50<BR><BR><BR>24-Last thing that made you laugh?<BR>Bully Kutta of Pakistan<BR><BR><BR>25-best bed sheet you has as a child?<BR> i dont remember sachchi...<BR><BR> <BR><BR>26-worst injury you ever had?<BR>...Twisted my Ankle playing hockey<BR><BR> <BR><BR>27-do you wish on stars?<BR>yes, shootin star<BR><BR><BR><BR>28-what were you doing 1AM last night?<BR>watching skin deep on reality tv<BR><BR><BR>Harmanjit Tagged me .., Theek hai bachchu, i will see u!! <BR><BR><BR>I tag............Pooja Verma, Saileshji. <BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>	<BR>	<BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2006 14:19:51 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/09/20/Tag-game-it-reached-my.html</link></item><item><title>The Queen of the Last Mughal</title><description><![CDATA[She is Nawab Zeenat Mahal, wife of the last Mughal Emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar, this is one and only portrait or photograph of any Mughal Emperess. After their victory in The Sepoy Mutiny of 1857-58, the British captured Delhi and Bahadur Shah Jafar along with his family surrendered to them, this photo was taken at that time. The Badshah spend last years of his life in exile in Rangoon, capital of Burma(now Mayanmar). Zeenat Mahal had a son Prince Jawan Bakht and she stayed throughout with her Husband.<BR>                                                 Bahadur Shah Zafar tried his best to ensure that after his death Zeenat Mahal and Prince Jawan Bakht would not be treated badly. The English reassured him that they would be looked after, however, due to the ugly events in aftermath of the first war of Independence these undertakings were no longer upheld and Zeenat Mahal and her son both died and were buried in Mayanmar(Burma).<BR>                                             The last King of Delhi  along with his wife and son were buried far away from the land of their ancestors The Great Mughals.<BR><BR><BR>lagataa nahii.n hai jii meraa uja.De dayaar me.n <BR>kis kii banii hai aalam-e-naa_paayedaar me.n <BR><BR>ham ko hai baaG_baa.N se na sayyaad se gilaa <BR>qismat me.n qaid thii likhii fasl-e-bahaar me.n <BR><BR>kah do in hasarato.n se kahii.n aur jaa base.n <BR>itanii jagah kahaa.N hai dil-e-daaG_daar me.n <BR><BR>umr-e-daraaz maa.Ng kar laaye the chaar din <BR>do aarazuu me.n kaT gaye do intazaar me.n <BR><BR>kitanaa hai badanasiib 'Zafar' dafn ke liye <BR>do gaz zamiin bhii na milii kuu-e-yaar me.n <BR><BR><BR>----Bahadur Shah Zafar<BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/889/8734ca091cd77afde493a698b2419511/homep/images/1158313328">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2006 13:57:03 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/09/15/The-Queen-of-the-Last.html</link></item><item><title>Some Stories were never told</title><description><![CDATA[When i was in 8th standard i used to know by heart the Stories and Adventures of Shivaji the Maratha King, Rana Pratap the great Rajput warrior, Guru Gobind Singh the last Sikh Guru, and about the whole Mughal dynasty, as From Babur to Indira Gandhi, all of them were part of the syllabus and i realize now, that they were told in a very  plain manner, as if the writers were not feeling proud about any of them.<BR>    I was sitting in the back row of my class and chupke chupke opened my comic and start reading it for the third time since last night, suddenly someone shouted," what are you reading, come here, bring it, the teacher Mrs. Saxena(name changed) snatched it from my hands and read the title," Hari Singh Nalwa", who is he and when i am teaching you about the rise of Brahmo-Samaj, how dare you read a comic that too in my class, keep your hands above your head and stand there in the corner. I felt insulted not for myself but for Hari Singh Nalwa, he was suddenly at the top of my list of Heroes, with tears in my eyes i start to visualise the scene where Afghani mothers from Kabul to Peshawar were telling their  naughty children,"Chup kero, Haria Ai! {Keep quite and go to sleep, otherwise Hari Singh Nalwa will come}. Suddenly the bell rang and the Social Studies class was over, Mrs. Saxena came upto me and gave me the comic back and said,"This is "Amar Chitra Katha", cover it in plastic and never read these stories here in your history class, OK". I will never read the stories that were not told, i promise, but i couldn't keep my promise.<BR>                          Hari Singh Nalwa (A.D.1791-1837) was the Commander in Chief of Maharaja Ranjit Singh. Known as Nalua Sardar, Hari Singh Nalwa never lost a battle and won Kasur, Sialkot, Kashmir, Multan and Peshawar from Afghans, in A.D.1837, He became the first General to march ahead of an Army from India upto the Khyber pass since the time of Aurangzeb. He blocked this wellknown pass through which Conquerors used to invade India since time immemorial and put an end to the invasions of India.  He is still remembered by the story-tellers in Peshawar.  The samadhi of this Great Sardar is inside Jamrud Fort which he built and there was a memorial to him in Peshawar town but now no-one knows about its existence. British historians of 19th century compared Nalua Sardar's exploits with Nepoleon Bonaparte. The story of "The Murat of Khalsa" should be told or we already have Sikhs too many in our history text books.<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/889/8734ca091cd77afde493a698b2419511/homep/images/1156507964">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 19:45:26 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/08/24/Some-Stories-were-never.html</link></item><item><title>Bismillah</title><description><![CDATA[Bharat Ratna Ustad Bismillah Khan 'The Shehnai Maestro', is no more, born March 21, 1916 and died August 21, 2006.]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 16:41:09 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/08/21/Bismillah.html</link></item><item><title>My ancestors were Huns?</title><description><![CDATA[Eversince i read an article on Human Genome Project, the very thought about the origin of my Ancestors would bring a kind of excitement in my mind. Being a Jat from Western Uttar Pradesh i hav heard from other 'Jats' that our ancestors were from Scythia in Caucasus or some would say that they were from Central Asia and being so rough and tough the only ancestory suitable for us is from The Huns. To know about my past i started to read stuff and also surf the Net, may be i will find some real clue or may one day find one of my ancestor staring at me from the screen. I started from my family name or my gotra "Atri". Wah! Sachchiii?  U know friends, we Atri Jats were children of Maharishi Atri(one of the Sapt Rishis) and who was in turn a son of Brahma, blah blah, and were originally from a village called Khadehya, but my ancestors migrated from there and founded 60 villages in Aligarh district. After this i couldn't found any information regarding the ancestory of the Atri clan of Jats....if after going through gene therapy  my ancestor comes out to be Attila the Hun, then what will be my reaction, will i feel proud?.....Frankly speaking, i would prefer my ancestors to be what i have been told and read, "Brahmaji" as ancestor is much better then "Attilaji" The Hun, lets hope that the Gene Therapy is not made compulsory for everyone in India as there will be more Scythians, Parthians, Greeks, Huns, Persians and turks than "Indians". Well, I can choose between Brahma and Attila the Hun but what will Bana clan of Jats do, they have to chose between Banasur the Mythological demon king and Attila the Hun, good luck!<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/889/8734ca091cd77afde493a698b2419511/homep/images/1156572608">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 13:09:07 +0530</pubDate><link>http://GauravAtri.rediffiland.com/blogs/2006/08/18/My-ancestors-were.html</link></item></channel></rss>