Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Biggest Flaw in

I wanted to write about this for a long time.This is about the flaw in blogger which allows any admin to delete any other admin which means if you give any other person the admin rights, that person can delete your admin privileges and remove you from your own blog without any warning or confirmation, an admin just clicks on the cross in front of the user and he is deleted forever from the blog.

Blogger just has two types of users : Admin and Author. Admin can access every feature available whereas the author can only write posts but cannnot use other features such as watching the stats or changing the layout, template, etc.

This is really frustrating as one has to be very careful on giving someone admin privileges.

The solution to this flaw of blogger could be starting a new user group other than admin and author who could have moderate access to features of blogger.

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Thursday, 20 April 2017

Shalini Singh Ex Army Ordinance Corps Officer Has Become Mrs India 2017

Meet Capt Shalini Singh- Journey Of A Brave Mother To Army Captain

At the age of 23, she lost her husband and was left with a two-year-old son. This brave mother fought against all odds, overcame weaknesses and became a role model for many.
Hats Off to the spirit of Motherhood! Here is her story, in her own words–

“It was year 2001. I was happily married. I had an army officer as a loving husband. Maj Avinash was posted in Kashmir. The separation seemed tumultuous enough. But I did not know at that time, our destiny wasn’t to be an average fauji family.

Married at the age of Nineteen, I continued my studies after marriage too. We were blessed with a baby boy in 1999. I was a happy fauji wife, blessed mother and busy student. Life was great.

Mobiles were not yet common. We used to be connected through phone calls, which were either patched up through many Army Exchanges or made after a long waiting in the only STD booth available for thousands of soldiers.

Considering the quality of the connection and the rarity of it, each successful conversation was like a battle won. He used to love listening to the meaningless chatter of our son over the phone. Life was a true wonder. And we used to desperately wait for those phone calls.

Until one morning when a phone call from Kashmir hit us like a bolt of lightning.

Early morning on 28 Sep 2001 we got a call from his unit that he is seriously injured with gunshot wounds.

We were shaken. The worst fear of a fauji family had come true. Our universe went dark. Our world came to a standstill. We prayed and prayed and prayed. But it was futile.

Second call after two hours turned our world upside down. I lost my husband, at the age of 23. My two year old son lost his father.

(We got to know later that Maj Avinash Singh Bhadauria, Kirti Chakra (Posthumous) had already made the supreme sacrifice when the first phone call was made by his then unit, 8 Rashtriya Rifles, to us. He had single handedly killed 04 terrorists. But in the fierce fight that followed he had suffered gunshots and attained martyrdom. He was 29.)

I was 23 and my son was two. My mind went still. Body was numb. Time was passing in a haze, like a glint of darkness in a pale, dull universe.

I did not know how to react when people gave condolences. I could see the faces, feel the movement around me and hear the buzzing sounds, but everything seemed unreal. Nothing made sense. Nothing had a meaning. My life had lost meaning so early in life, all of a sudden.

I felt like finishing myself.

But there, I had my innocent baby in my lap. Playing around, giggling and chattering with people, chuckling and laughing, and crying over small matters at times, enjoying all the attention and drama.
Full of life, clueless to what had just happened to us, Dhruv brought life back in me. I had to be strong, for him.

I decided to join the Army. I was not sure how I will do it. I was very fragile and delicate physically. I was a pampered child of my family. When I met his unit officers at my home, I told them that I had decided to join Army.

Most were pleasantly surprised and extremely supportive. They had seen me as a delicate Army wife, so some of them were sceptical too. They made me aware of the challenges. The selection was tough and the training was tougher.

Life as an officer and the work is not any less tough, they used to say. Frequent movements, remote postings and lots of instability, they said, may cause lots of problems as I had Dhruv, wholly dependent on me.

But I had decided that my son is my biggest strength and I will not let him be a weakness. I was not listening. I had just one thought in my mind. I have to be strong. I have to wear the uniform and hit back at life. For us.

I quit my Post graduation studies in between and applied. I prepared hard and also took coaching for Service Selection Board (SSB) interview. I even had a nose injury due to wrong long jump attempt while being coached for SSB.

In December 2001 (03 months after my husband attained Martyrdom) I was called for a week long interview at SSB, Allahabad.

My son had never stayed without me. I could not have left him for a week. My parents accompanied me to Allahabad. Understandably, they were not allowed inside the SSB centre. My son refused to eat from them. They used to wait outside in a nearby park with him. I used to come out at every break and feed him.

It was tough. My SSB co-candidates were moved to see my difficulties and were all praises for my strength. It was difficult but I was determined.

For a week, I went through the rigorous procedure with determination and focus. Tears only used to roll out at night when I was inside the centre alone and my son was not with me.

When the results were announced, I couldn’t believe my ears. Yes, I had made it! I cried and cried and cried… don’t know for how much time and ran outside in full speed to inform my parents. We all cried together with immense joy and remembered my husband.

Thereafter, I had to spend another week for the medical tests. I could not have asked my parents to continue sitting at the park for another week. So I thought of speaking to my little child and making him understand that he should go with his Nana-nani.

Dhruv did not cry as I had expected. He gave a smile and a flying kiss, then waived me good bye. I controlled my tears. I am still grateful to him for his understanding. We connected through our soul. And he understood my pain and the need for him to stay away from me. He became my strength.

But this one week of staying away from his mother was only a small rehearsal for my little one. It was a precursor to the many long periods in future when his mother would be away, not for days but for months at a stretch.

The beginning was a six months long training in Officers Training Academy (OTA), Chennai starting in March 2002. Life had changed 360 degrees. From sari/suit to uniform and army boots… I never had imagined in wildest of my dreams ever. But I was there. Such is life.

Was Academy training tough..? No, it was very very tough. To put it bluntly, it was beyond my imagination and physical stamina. At times I used to cry in pain, overwhelmed by sadness and silently angry at my destiny, but I couldn’t have given up.

Hard work paid off. On 07 Sep 2002, twenty days short of my husband’s first anniversary of Martyrdom, I was a Comissioned Officer in the Indian Army. Everyone present for the commissioning ceremony had tears when my three year old son pipped the epaulettes on my shoulders.

Life was getting back on track. My husband was awarded Kirti Chakra (Second Highest Peace Time gallantry award) posthumous which I received in uniform from President Shri APJ Abdul Kalaam.

For a young single mother working in a mostly male dominated environment, life had many challenges too. But I faced them with positivity and a smile on my face. I learnt to move on with more courage each passing day.

Life has been full of struggles, but I guess that is the case with everybody. Ours may be a little more intense. There is not one but many low moments and every time it felt the lowest.

After eight years of losing my husband, when I lost my own dad it was the worst. My husband and my dad were two pillars of strength in my life. One gone the other supported me with equal energy and love but both gone the vacuum in my life became inconsolable. This time my mom, brother and son proved to be my support helping me stand up again.

The organisation was very supportive. I received all the monetary and pension benefits from the Army.

However, it’s been 15 years and I have yet not received Ex-gratia fund from UP government and my fight is still on for the same.

Sometimes I wonder when it is so difficult for me – an educated lady with an unparalleled official and administrative exposure as an Officer – to get her dues from the Government, how difficult it must be for a Jawan’s wife with much less education and almost no exposure.

After six years of service I decided to leave Army to give a more settled life to my son. And today I am a mother of 16+ year old boy. We are settled in Delhi. I am working and we are happy as a family. We are each other’s strength.

I have taken a sabbatical this year to support my son with his studies and career goals. He is in class XIIth.
As a single parent, if you really ask me my dreams and aspirations in life, I only wish to see my son grow big in life and live up to his father’s name. That’s what I tell him. That’s all that I want and wish for. If he does well my sacrifices of this life does not matter at all. I will thank my stars for being kind on us now.

Hi, I’m Capt Shalini Singh. Finalist

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Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Philosophical Significance of Ramayana

The Interpretation Of Ramayana As a Philosophy of Life .....

‘Ra’ means light, ‘Ma’ means within me, in my heart. So,  Rama means the Light Within Me..

Rama was born to Dasharath & Kousalya.

Dasharath means ‘Ten Chariots’..
The ten chariots symbolize the five sense organs & five organs of action..

Kousalya means ‘Skill’..
The skillful rider of the ten chariots can give birth to Ram..

When the ten chariots are used skillfully,
Radiance is born within..

Rama was born in Ayodhya.
Ayodhya means ‘a place where no war can happen’..

When There Is No Conflict In Our Mind, Then The Radiance Can Dawn..

The Ramayana is not just a story which happened long ago..
It has a philosophical, spiritual significance and a deep truth in it..

It is said that the Ramayana is happening in Your Own Body.

Your Soul is Rama,
Your Mind is Sita,
Your Breath or Life-Force (Prana) is Hanuman,
Your Awareness is Laxmana and
Your Ego is Ravana..

When the Mind (Sita),
is stolen by the Ego (Ravana),
then the Soul (Rama) gets Restless..

Now the SOUL (Rama) cannot reach the Mind (Sita) on its own..
It has to take the help of the Breath – the Prana (Hanuman) by Being In Awareness (Laxman).

With the help of the Prana (Hanuman), & Awareness(Laxman),
The Mind (Sita) got reunited with The Soul (Rama) and The Ego (Ravana) died/ vanished..

In Reality, Ramayana Is An Eternal Phenomenon Happening All The Time !!
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Tuesday, 4 April 2017

UAE sentences Indian man to 10 years for spying

A UAE court has sentenced an Indian expat to 10 years in prison followed by deportation for espionage, local press reported Thursday.

An Abu Dhabi appeals court found an unnamed man guilty of "sharing sensitive information about movements of military ships" with an unspecified country, according to the Gulf News daily.

The United Arab Emirates last year sentenced an Indian citizen to five years in prison for spying for his country, Gulf News reported at the time.

A number of other expatriates have been convicted of espionage in the UAE in recent years, including Pakistanis and Qataris.

Source NewIndianExpress
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Video - Kashmiri cricket club wears Pakistani jersey, sings 'Pak sarzamin shad bad'

New Delhi: A local Kashmiri cricket club has triggered a huge controversy after a video surfaced on the social media showing its players wearing Pakistani cricket team's uniform. The team members also sang the Pakistani national anthem before the start of the match.
As per reports, the match was held at the Wayil grounds in Ganderbal on April 2 – separatists had called for a hartal that day to protest against PM Narendra Modi's visit to Jammu and Kashmir for the Chenani-Nashri tunnel.

The team that wore the Pakistani green is named after Baba Darya Ud Din, a popular saint whose shrine is situated in Ganderbal. Their opponents wore white.

InUth reports that prior to the start of the match, the commentator announced through loudspeakers that Pakistani national anthem would be played before the match as a 'mark of respect'. The report adds that the playground is located next to the local police station.

“We wanted our team to look different and also wanted to show fellow Kashmiris that we haven’t forgotten Kashmir issue, so we found this particular theme as most appropriate and catchy,” InUth quoted a player as saying.

Watch the video:

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