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Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

Across the length and breadth of the country various organisations are working at diferent levels to improve the voluntary blood donation scenario. But here is an aricle that is slightly different from what we have seen and heard. This was published in the newspaper a few months back

Here it goes, the article is named as Khoon Ka Rishta

This is what one of our new volunteers, Srinivas Raju had to say about his experience of working with Sankalp. For the record, Srinivas is academically the most qualified volunteer of Sankalp :). he is currently pursuing his PhD.

Someone is coming.

Someone is coming once again to my home. Someone is coming with a smiling face. Someone is coming with an extended hand of friendship. Someone is coming as if it is a big time favour to my home.

My nation is going crazy. People are writing news items like "India prepares for SOMEONE". The Netas are brushing their topis and their khaddar kurtas. The capital is being painted. The students are painting. They - the media guys - are talking and talking and talking!

The first time a volunteer enters our organisation we do remind them -"Sankalp is not a bed of roses. Join us if you are ready to walk on the thorns."

These small things that we do, which sometimes feel like the small rituals that have started defining us in some sense, time and again show up their face. Things happen which explain why in the first place were such things introduced in this organisation and why they live on.

The Principal's Charge

The greatest charm of the Bangalore city is the fact that it is the garden city of India. While cities like Delhi, Mumbay and Kolkata cannot survive a day without CNG, Bangalore still has gushes of fresh air to offer. The roads of Bangalore have a cool breezy feel due to the trees around the sidewalk. Unfortunately Bangalore is loosing this charm.

Its about a incident which i came to experience 2 days ago. I had gone to a hospital to meet a colleague who was admitted there. Just in nearby bed a patient was there whose both the kidneys were fail and everyday he was requiring 2-3 units of blood. His relatives ask me for the same and I agreed because I am a regular donor and we moved to the blood bank which was in the hospital itself. When we go to the Bank Incharge, she behaved very rudely that if you will not bring more donors then blood will not be issued to you and we dont bother about the patient.

"Life is a journey through mountains and valleys" is the sentence that made maximum sense to me this evening....

Going into an all studying mood in 2 nd pu...study study study so that u get a seat in the college u want to study...

Then write loads and loads of entrance exam.....

Then go on waiting endlessly for results, see day dreams each day and hope to get into the fav college, be in some great nonsense tensive mood for days...

I am very happy when I think about the verdict that came from Lucknow in the Ayodhya case and what happened after that. I know I am stating the obvious things here. Just that I find my happiness hard to hold back so I decide to key it down:

Congratualitions Judiciary