Thursday 22 January 2009

Thimmakka wants to be born as a tree in her next birth.....

SALUMARADA THIMMAKKA, the woman who planted banyan trees as her life's mission along the Bangalore-Nelamangala highway, is certainly not a household name in the "happening" metropolis. For, she went about her selfless work for 45 years without any fuss or publicity. And, of course, she never called herself an environmental activist, though she planted and painstakingly watered and nurtured some 400-odd trees, along with her husband, Chikkaiah.

Thimmakka is a storehouse of knowledge on environment and knows all there is to know about agriculture. This is not unusual in agricultural communities, where the woman not only takes care of the household but also plays an active part in the entire agricultural process. Ask Thimmakka about trees, and she will name some 25 species in one go, and will also tell you why they have to be planted.

But what egged Thimmakka on to take on the extraordinary task of planting 400 trees?
"I longed to have children, but couldn't. My husband felt that we should make up for it by `parenting' trees. He believed that it was a work of great Punya, and would do us good. He used to tell me it would also fulfil my desire for motherhood. Believe me, nobody ever told us to do this. It's our own thinking that put us on to it," says Thimmakka, explaining the circumstances.
But this meant that Thimakka and her husband Chikkaiah had to walk about three kilometres from their home in Huligal to the highway, along which they had decided to plant trees. They couldn't afford to buy saplings either. So, they cut branches off banyan trees and planted them in a row. During the first year, they successfully planted 10. But their task did not end there. The couple drew water from the village well, trudged the three-kilometre distance, and watered the young plants. "I would carry two pitchers, one on my waist and one on my head, and my husband would carry one on his head." They did this round the year, except during rainy season.
Moreover, protected the growing plants from grazing cattle by fencing them with thorny shrubs. They actually felt like anxious parents, until the plants took root and began to grow! "We planted more, increasing the numbers to 15, 25, and more." Neither Thimmakka nor her husband ever found the need to keep count of the trees they planted. It was only after she got recognition that the Government started counting them.

Life had never been easy for Thimmakka. Her husband had a tiny piece of land on which they grew ragi. It was barely sufficient for them. She worked in fields, carried stones to construction sites, dug drains, besides other backbreaking jobs. All that she earned was taken away by her mother-in-law.

Towards the late '80s, her life grew more complicated when her mother-in-law had a stroke and brother-in-law took seriously ill. "It was a traumatic phase of my life. I had to give them bath, feed them, and even clean their shit," she recalls. After prolonged suffering, both passed away. Soon, Chikkaiah also took ill. Cousins came and took him away on the pretext of nursing him to health, though all the while, they had intentions of claiming the small piece of land he owned.
Chikkaiah also died soon. "I felt I had been stripped off my clothes," she recalls, tears in her eyes. "There was nobody for me, no money, nothing..." Worse still, her dilapidated hut began to crumble. There was no roof over her head and no walls around her. All she had was a gunnysack to lie on. The few vessels that she had, she gave them away to her neighbour. "This Sankranti, it will be 13 years since my husband passed away. I haven't planted a single sapling since then."
It was not as if she was too depressed to continue the task, but just that there were too many practical problems. There was nobody to help her cut branches and plant them, and with what little she earned, it was impossible to spend money on plants as well.

But things did change for her, when Prajavani correspondent N.V. Negalur, realised the tremendous significance of Thimmakka's work. He not only broke the story of the couple's 45-year effort, but was far-sighted enough to write out applications to the departments concerned, both at the Central and State level. Several awards and recognition came her way. "I have a whole lot of prizes, I have no place to keep them. I have put them all in a plastic bag and kept them in the attic," says Thimmakka in a matter-of-fact tone.

The line of fire...

Vivek Pradhan wasn't a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the First Class air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi Express couldn't cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin guy, it was the savings in time. A Project Manager had so many things to do!

He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use."Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car."You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized."'Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a detailed look.He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a Railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass."You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naivety demanded reasoning not anger."It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex.""It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply. This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came into his so far affable, persuasive tone."Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in." "Hard work!" "Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office doesn't mean our brows don't sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point. "Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centers across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single database at a given time; concurrency, data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium.

This was something big and beyond his imagination."You design and code such things.""I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the project manager,""Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."

It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan.

The man had to be given a feel of the heat."Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I don't do it, but I am responsible for itand believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. And to tell you about the pressures! There is the customer at one end alwayschanging his requirements, the user wanting something else and your boss always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth."My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the line of fire."

The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization.When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek."I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time. "There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolor at the top only 4 of us were alive.""You are a...""I am Subhedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a land assignment. But tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded. His own personal safety came last, always and every time. He was killed as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now as I stand guard I can see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire."

Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a word document in the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; a valor and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subhedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight."It was nice meeting you sir."Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This was the hand that had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger and hoisted the tricolor flag.

Suddenly as if by impulse he stood at attention, and his right hand went up in an imprompt salute.It was the least he felt he could do for the country.

PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true life incident during the Kargil war. Major Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and his various other acts of bravery he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra - the nation's highest military award.

Live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn!
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My Wallpaper

This is my current wallpaper. It is really nice. Also it is peaceful for eyes......
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One day I decided to quit... ! quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life..

I went to the woods to have one last talk with GOD. "GOD", I said."Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me..."Look around", GOD said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?""Yes" I replied."When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good careof them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grewfrom the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothingcame from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In thesecond year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on thebamboo".GOD said."In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But Iwould not quit." GOD said."Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fenr it was seemingly small and insignificant..

But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It has spent thefive years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it whatit needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle" GOD said to me."Did you know, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?""I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.""DON'T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS" GOD said.

"The bamboo has different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "YOUR TIME WILL COME",GOD said to me. "You will rise high""How high should i rise?" I asked."How high will the bamboo rise?" GOD asked in return."As high as it can?"I questioned"Yes"

GOD said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."I left the forest. GOD will never give up on you.....
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When I started learning German I used to catch every foreigner on the street especially Europeans and used to talk with them in German (Poor people! They must have said in their mind: This Deutsch is something special, never heard of it ).

One day I met a French girl in a train and started talking in Deutsch with her. I helped her lot to make her understand the Map and other transport related things. So we developed a friendship. Then she said why did you choose German language to learn and why not any other language e.g. French? Don't you feel German is a harsh language?

I said, "for me all foreign languages are any way strange only, and secondly when it comes to harshness my mother-tongue (Marathi) itself is very harsh".

Many people say that when two Marathi people are talking it sounds like a quarrel. No doubt about it.

But I think for that the geographical/political situation is the main reason. My state Maharashtra is made up of the Lava – Basalt Stones. It is a mountainous region. Life here was too rough. More labour and less earning.

Politically speaking it was the only state which continuously fought against the foreign rulers. Therefore Maharashtra has tasted freedom more and continuous. Therefore the language is rather rough. OTOH if you see the languages in north especially Hindi they are sugar-coated and unnecessary soft. That is because the North people were constant under the rule of one or the other foreign ruler. They have got habit of saluting the rulers. So their language is elastic.
It reflects in Marriage System also. While north Marriages are of 6-7 days long and expensive, Marathi Marriages are hardly 7-8 hours long with low budget. That is because life was full of warfare. Many warriors used to go hundreds of Kms on the horse and used to eat or sleep on the horse only. Only great kings were afforded to have 5-6 days Marriage.

Also the Maharashtra is a land of reformers. All the reforms were instantly took place in Maharashtra viz. Woman education, Widow re-marriage, low budget marriage, cost of the marriage divided in Bride and groom equally, treating boy-child and girl-child equally (No Gender - biasness) etc. Therefore many outsiders feel that the life of Marathi people is harsh specially Marriage system.

(The funniest thing is that I have many friends who speak fluent Sanskrit and who have different mother-tongues. Their Sanskrit speaking tone and words are very much the reflection of their mother-tongue viz. Marathi pronunciation is hard and words are difficult, south Indians use more religious words, Katchchi toning is different, Gujrati will speak to the point and grammatically correct, Bengalis are proud about their speaking etc.)

But overall Maharashtra people are kind hearted, straight minded. You will hardly hear that Maharashtrian Shopkeeper cheated a customer in any manner or Marathi person is standing far away when anything wrong is taking place. The recent train bomb blasts in Mumbai is the best example of it. Within an hour or two Mumbai was on it’s wheel again. Even the trains started working within 2 hours. This is the spirit of Maharashtra.
So what makes a difference how the language is?

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The Slum Tourism

As Mumbai (Bombay) is financial capital of India, all the main government tourism offices and tour company offices are here.

Foreigners prefer to visit Mumbai first when they come to India. But unfortunately some tourism companies under the banner of NGOs started new kind of tourism which is called slum tourism. This thing is really hurting me.

Yes, there are slums in Mumbai but is it a thing to be shown especially to the foreigners? Why?

India is a largest democratic country. It is the self dependent and technically highly progressed country. It is thoroughly self promoted country. When America pressurized Russia to not to give Cryogenic Engines to India, our scientist made our own Cryogenic Engines. When America was trying that no country should sell India Super computer technology, Indian researchers made our own Super-computer i.e. PARAM which is selling largely in the global market now.

Even who will forget the two atomic explosions made in Pokhran cheating the satellite technology? No country in the world ever noticed before the explosions are made. Even CIA and other Spy companies were astonished because of it's time schedule and accuracy. It was technically so fine that "International Data Centre", an organization which puts out information based on a large number of worldwide data collection centers, initially classified it as an earthquake some 47 km deep in the earth instead of nuclear explosions. It was an achievement for India.

I still remember an article by one US based NRI just after the Nuck-explosions. He wrote that previously people used to ask him where is India on the world map and he used to say southward to China and now people ask him how India made such a fine atomic explosions that also cheating our spy satellites.

Also as I mentioned in my previous blog India is slowly moving towards Supreme economical power. The Indian companies are taking over the other global companies by sparing trillions of dollars. Recently, Daewoo Electronics of Koria was taken over by Videocon by signing $ 700 million deal which is not a small amount even in financial language.

Not only this but in cultural aspect also India is a rich country. So many religions, so many languages, so different traditions and yet people live together without hating each other i.e. unity in diversity. I remember that Ben Gurion, Israel's first PM said that the India is the only country in the world which never hated Jews because they are Jews. Yes, Indian philosophy is live and let live. No Indian religion is spread through Sword or false monitorial attractions whether it is Hinduism, Jainism, Buddhism or Sikhism. People accepted these religions because they like the philosophy behind it.

Geographically also the country is very prosperous. There are beaches, deserts, heavy rainfalls, waterfalls, mountains, rivers, Icebergs, oceans etc.

Thousands of foreigners come to see the temples only which are the examples of the architectural and sculptural Beauty.

Therefore according to me showing the tourist the slum area is a crime. I'm not disagreeing with the truth that there are slums and there is poverty in India. But is the life-style of the slum-dwellers going to change because of this tourism? These NGOs are just making money in dollars by providing such kind of tourism.

Therefore when some news channels interviewed the slum dwellers about it, they rightly replied that the foreign tourists are the Guests to our country so we'll not harm them but we'll not spare the Indian tour operators who are doing this kind of vicious jobs.

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Tuesday 13 January 2009

A wise sign...

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$ 500

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $500/- note in the room of 200, He asked, " Who would like this 500 note?" Hands Started going up. He said, " I am going to give this note to one of you But first let me do this." He proceeded to crumple the note up. He then asked, " Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. "Well," he replied, " What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground And started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. " Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air. "

My friends, you have all learned a very valuable Lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $ 500/-. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will Happen, You will never lose your value. You are special don't ever forget it! Never let yesterday's disappointments overshadow tomorrow's dreams.

Original post: $ 500

Die Lampe

While learning German I noticed that the gender of the Lamp is feminine (Die Lampe). I liked it very much. I felt that the German language is logical like ours. The ancient German people must have thought about it while deciding the gender of the words.

It is a famous say that if a man learns he is literate but if a woman learns therefore whole family learns. Her learning reflects on the culture and the behavior of the family overall.

Many years ago I read a sonnet on the State transport Bus. It was saying that Girl is far better than that of a boy as she enlightens the two houses. One house is of her father and the other is her in-law's house. This sentence touched my heart that time.

This thing stroked my heart's chord again when I read my friend Shail's 360 latest blog. Really one should not ignore woman just because she spends more time for family.

My father always says that the words Buddhi (Intelligence), Shakti (power), Yukti (Plan) are feminine words as women contain these things more.

Yes, Every woman is an image of Goddess Durga provided she look within herself and she trusts herself, her abilities always.

Since Tomorrow onwards Durga Festival is beginning let's pray her again.

या देवी सर्वभूतेषु बुद्धिरुपेण संस्थिता ।
नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमोनमः ।।
या देवी सर्वभूतेषु शक्तिरुपेण संस्थिता ।
नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमोनमः ।।
या देवी सर्वभूतेषु युक्तिरुपेण संस्थिता ।
नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमोनमः ।।

(The Goddess who is living in all beings in the form of Intelligence, Power and Planning, I bow to her again and again)

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Unity in diversity

Patna (Bihar): Patna's children, who attend the darul-Uloom Al-Islamia madrassa, begin their day with the recital of the Holy Koran and follow it up with Sanskrit slokas.
Strange? Well what is stranger is that this Islamic school has 40 Hindu students and they are at ease with both the Koran Sharif and Sanskrit hymns.
This unique Madrassa in Patna teaches Hindu students about the Koran and Muslim students about Sanskrit texts.
Says a student Kapil Kumar, "We learn both Hindi and Urdu. That's how we will progress."
The national song, Vande Mataram is recited at this madrassa everyday irrespective of the directives of any ministers. And the teachers of the madrassa are proud of it.
Says a teacher, Khurshid Anwar, "Muslims and non-Muslim students both come here in large numbers. We teach them with love and care."
The non-Muslims students too are happy and do not feel that their space is being encroached upon.
Says a student Wazir Alam, "It's a pleasure to learn with Hindu students."
The parents also don't see any reason why their religious faith should stop their children from learning Islam.
Says Kapil's mother, Malti Devi, "How are Hindus and Muslims any different? The blood is the same."
Crossing over the religious barriers and bridging the divide between temples and mosques, the message children in Patna are giving, if followed by their elders could well help end the communal divide.

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I should not be alive...

Dear Friends,

Recently on Discovery I have seen a splendid programme called "I should not be alive". It was showing a story of a couple and their baby.

I'm giving here a story and the link of discovery about it. Do not miss the programme if you have a chance.

James and Jennifer Stolpa

Idaho-bound James and Jennifer Stolpa, along with their 5-month-old baby Clayton, had become stranded in the frozen Nevada desert. They had changed their itinerary at the last minute when they discovered that Interstate 80 over Donner Pass was closed due to heavy snow. Without notifying anyone, the young couple chose to take an unmaintained secondary road in order to bypass Donner Summit. When their pickup bogged down in snowdrifts, they spent four days shivering in their truck hoping for help to come by. None came.

Overnight temperatures fell below zero, and they only had a fruit cake, some cookies, and a bag of corn chips to eat. On the fifth day, they tried walking for help, but after trudging 12 miles through waist-deep snow, the road petered out in rugged wilderness and they had turn around.
For 28 hours they broke trail through the drifting snow. The deep snow made travel extremely difficult. When Jennifer complained that she was too tired to walk, James urged her on.

"We're not doing it for me and we're not doing it for you," he exhorted. "We're doing it for the baby."

Fortunately, James spotted a small, shallow cave in the side of a cliff and they snuggled into its protection. James built a small fire using bits of sagebrush and paper from Clayton's diaper bag, but the warming flames didn't last long. They were forced to spend another cold night in the desert. The following day James decided that it would be best for him to make his way alone along the road back to Vya. James left most of the remaining food and the sleeping bag for Jennifer and the baby. The young man knew that he might not make it and he asked Jennifer to pray for him.

It wasn't long before the deep snow, cold temperatures, and lack of food began to take their toll on the desperate father and husband. For 18 hours James struggled back to the truck. Howling coyotes stalked him, but James's thoughts were concentrated on Jennifer and Clayton back in the frigid cave. He kept telling himself, "I have to make it. I have to make it so they can make it." He reached the relative safety of the truck after nightfall.

The next morning James abandoned the truck and headed west on Washoe County Road 8A. To conserve energy, he walked in his own tire tracks. He pushed on for nearly 30 hours, covering more than 40 miles with little food and no water. The disciplined army private rested by taking five-minute catnaps every hour or so. When he felt too exhausted to go on he repeated his mantra; "I have to make it. I have to make it so they can make it."

Eight days had now passed since their truck became stuck in a snowdrift on Dec. 29. A region-wide search had turned up nothing. No one knew which route they had taken. Finally, on Jan. 6, James was spotted stumbling along by David Peterson, a Washoe County Road Department Supervisor. At first Peterson thought Stolpa was a cow out of pasture. When he pulled up, James Stolpa yanked open the door of Peterson's truck and gave him a big handshake. James was covered with snow, his hands and feet were frozen, but he had made it!

Stolpa had hiked between 50 and 60 miles through the snowbound desert. Temperatures had ranged from four degrees below zero to 42 above. He had survived an incredible ordeal. Peterson quickly drove Stolpa to his house where his wife Ruth tried to thaw James's feet with a hair dryer. (Not Recommended!)

James was able to give searchers detailed information so they could find his wife and son. Rescuers found the mother and child alive in the cave with little food and no water. Jennifer could not believe it when she heard the sound of vehicles approaching. Her prayers had been answered after all.

The aftermath

The following day the young family was transported by ambulance to Reno's Washoe Medical Center, where they were greeted with a media circus. There were more than 50 reporters and photographers stationed outside the emergency entrance. It seemed that the whole world wanted to hear about the Stolpa's miraculous survival story.

Modoc County Sheriff Bruce Mix gave Army Private 1st Class James Stolpa high marks for his fateful choices to save himself and his family.

"They made a bad decision about the road, but they made a lot of good decisions after that," said Sheriff Mix.

He added that the Stolpas should have stayed with their original travel plans and waited for Interstate 80 to re-open, but other choices meant the difference between life and death. First, the family stayed with their vehicle and waited for help. When they finally did leave the truck, they brought a sleeping bag and extra clothes with them. Next they found shelter. Last, when James went for help, he left Jennifer and the baby protected in the cave.

Jennifer kept her baby warm and well-fed throughout the ordeal, and Clayton came through in excellent condition. His parents were not so lucky. Washoe Medical Center spokeswoman Denise Yoxsimer warned reporters "These are people who are very seriously injured, who have been extremely cold for a long period of time."

Surgeon Dr. Louis Bonaldi stated, "Both have fourth-degree frostbite to the toes and parts of their feet." Jennifer did make a critical mistake when she tried to warm her frozen feet inside her sleeping bag. Dr. Bonaldi said, "Because of the pain she put her feet back in the snow. Much as you may want to re-warm your feet in a situation like that the warming and re-cooling makes it worse."

Two weeks later James and Jennifer underwent surgery for their injuries.

The Stolpa family could not have picked a worse time to get lost in that part of the Silver State. Snowstorms dumped 260 inches of snow on Verdi Peak, northwest of Reno, during December 1992 and January 1993. It was the fifth snowiest January in the past 93 years. But although the Storm King had attacked with his full arsenal of cold, wind, and snow, he was unable to conquer the determined survival spirit of a young father.

Jennifer said it best: "He is more than a hero to me. I don't think I could have picked anyone better. He had the courage and the drive to get us out of there. He promised me he would, and he did. He'll always be my hero!"

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i am simple boy.I have lot of problem in my life because of my luck now i am looking one gal she care me and love me lot lot lot (I don't know why but this is one of my favorites) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My wife should be as 'Shivani' as in Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki and as Tanwerr as in KSBKBT...... (Ok I haven't seen these soaps but I am sure he must be demanding too much,ain't he?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i want a girl with no drinks if she wants she can wear jeans in house but while stepping out of house she should give respect to our cast (by not wearing her jeans? What the hell...) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HYE I AM A GOOD LOKING BOY,WHO HAS THE CAPABILITY TO MAKE ANY BODY TO LOUGH.I BELIEVE IN GOD AND ACCORDING TO ME FRIENDS ARE THE REAL MESSENGER OF GOD. THE 3 THINGS I AM LOOKING FROM A GIRL ,THEY ARE 1.THEY MUST BELIEVE IN GOD.2 . THEY HAVE TO LIKE MY PROFFESION AND THEY SHOULD NOT GET BORED WITH ME WHEN I WILL TRY TO MAKE THEM LOUGH. (all of us are loughing{laughing}) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ whatever she may be but she should feel that she is going to be someone bride and she must think of the future life if she is too like this she would be called the woman of the lamp (I am clueless, I feel so lost. Can anyone tell me what this boy wants) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i love my patner i marriage the patner ok i search my patner and i love thepatner ok thik hai the patner has a graduate ok (I am again clueless but I liked the use of "ok". The person is suffering from "Ok-syndrome") ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HI IAM VERY COOL NUATHER OK MY HOBBY IS SEE T.V AND NEWS OK I HAVE 1 CAR AND 1 BONWL OK MY MOTHER ALSO GOOD OK MY FARUET WORLD IS OK (the "ok syndrome" again) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am pran my family history my two brother two sister and Father&mother sister complity marred (somebody please explain in comments section how to get married 'completely'?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ iam very simpel and hanest. i have three sister one brother and parent. i am doing postal sarvice and tailor master my original resdence at kalahandi diste naw iam staing at rayagada dist. (actually what is this guy doing? Postal service or tailor.??) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ my name is Rakesh and i am unmarried. pleaes you marrige me pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes (height of desperation! J ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Iwant one girl who love me or my mother. she love me heartly or she havea frank she's skin colour 'normal'not a black or not a whitey. IThink the main think is heart if your heart is beautiful then you are beautiful. but iam not a handsome guy or not a good looking. but my Mom say that Iam a good guy. My father already expired . THE CHOICE IS YOUR. bye bye. (uttama purushan) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ iam kanan. i do owo sistar.he was marred. (No comments) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I AM LITTLE FAIR INDIAN COLOUR. I DON'T HAVE ANY HABIT. (maybe the poor guy meant BAD habits) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hello i am a good charactarised man. i want to run my life happily.i divorced my first wife.her charactor is not good'. i expect the good minded and clean habits girl who may be in the same caste or other caste accepted ... (but credit cards not accepted..???) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ my colour is black,but my heart is white.i like social service (Zebra..???) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i'm looking out for who lives in bombay, girl simple who trust me lot should be roman catholic, LOVE ME ONLY. (Now that criterion is a must, isn't it?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ to be married on jan-2006. working woman perferable (this guy has fixed the marriage date too! But he is yet to find a bride. I wish him best of luck on behalf of all of us. I am sure he will get one soon.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i would like a beautyfull girl. and i do not want her any treasure. because girl is the princes. (Now she is going to be a lucky girl! Any takers?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ssc failed three times and worked with privated ltd company which not paying salary at present. (Any takers again?)

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