<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653</id><updated>2011-12-02T04:26:16.567-08:00</updated><category term='Actuate'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Narration'/><category term='True Facts'/><category term='Professionals'/><category term='Spousal Relationship'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Treasure'/><category term='Management'/><category term='Words'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Tweety's world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-4921746468376759400</id><published>2011-11-17T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:01:23.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>10 things a girl probably doesn't know about a guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys are more emotional then they think, if they loved them truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-4921746468376759400?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-things-girl-probably-doesnt-know.html' title='10 things a girl probably doesn&apos;t know about a guy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/4921746468376759400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=4921746468376759400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4921746468376759400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4921746468376759400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-things-girl-probably-doesnt-know.html' title='10 things a girl probably doesn&apos;t know about a guy'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-2394752986321503735</id><published>2011-11-10T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T00:33:19.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love is when ???</title><content type='html'>Ans is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts getting serious about his Life,&lt;br /&gt;'n she stops Thinking about It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Starts Saving Money to Spend only for Her,&lt;br /&gt;'n She never stops Spending on herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Stops Smoking, Drinking just for Her,&lt;br /&gt;'n She starts Alarming about not to have Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts Getting Crazy on her Every Move,&lt;br /&gt;'n She starts Realising how Beautiful is she for Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts Telling her every Little Thing,&lt;br /&gt;'n she starts Talkng about Useless Things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops Sleeping just to have a little talk with her,&lt;br /&gt;'n she starts Sacrificing her Sleep just to Let Him do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts Taking her as if she is his wife,&lt;br /&gt;'n she starts Learning to Cook Food just to Prove it True..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops looking at other Girls,&lt;br /&gt;'n she starts Getting Serious about her Own Looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Gets Emotional while Reading this Text,&lt;br /&gt;'n she Smiles for the Same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2394752986321503735?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-is-when.html' title='Love is when ???'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2394752986321503735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2394752986321503735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>Har ek boss zaruri hota hai.......</title><content type='html'>Chai k Liye jaise Toast hota hai,&lt;br /&gt;Waise har ek BOSS zaruri hota hai.&lt;br /&gt;Koi friday evening review par bulaye&lt;br /&gt;Koi Saturday ko office bulaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek teri idea ko apna bataye,&lt;br /&gt;Aur Ek tera target har month badhaye&lt;br /&gt;Koi nature se gentle,&lt;br /&gt;koi bura hota hai,&lt;br /&gt;Par har ek boss zaruri hota hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek ghadi ghadi review kare, par kabhi kabhi advice de&lt;br /&gt;Ek kabhi kabhi review kare, aur ghadi ghadi advice de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi Gyan ka ghoomta phirta satellite,&lt;br /&gt;Koi din raat rakhe team ko tight;&lt;br /&gt;Koi welcomed hai, koi forced hota hai&lt;br /&gt;Par har ek boss zaruri hota hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi bossy boss,&lt;br /&gt;koi friendly boss&lt;br /&gt;Koi Data crazy excel boss.&lt;br /&gt;Moody boss, koi gloomy boss&lt;br /&gt;Early morning office aane wala Boss,&lt;br /&gt;Koi late night jaane wala Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi promote na kare aur appraisal me tarsaye&lt;br /&gt;Koi good suggestion ko bhi thukhraye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi best friend aur, koi aloof hota hai&lt;br /&gt;Par har ek boss Zaruri hota hai !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2600389029086956311?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/09/har-ek-boss-zaruri-hota-hai.html' title='Har ek boss zaruri hota hai.......'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2600389029086956311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2600389029086956311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2600389029086956311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2600389029086956311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/09/har-ek-boss-zaruri-hota-hai.html' title='Har ek boss zaruri hota hai.......'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-5950965287177239432</id><published>2011-09-10T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T01:57:48.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>Warmth in human relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.&lt;br /&gt;The husband just said, "I am with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. Take off all your jealousies, un-forgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think. Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out some warmth in human relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What appears to be the end may really...be a New Beginning."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-5950965287177239432?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/09/warmth-in-human-relationships.html' title='Warmth in human relationships'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/5950965287177239432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=5950965287177239432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5950965287177239432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5950965287177239432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/09/warmth-in-human-relationships.html' title='Warmth in human relationships'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7936994297561749775</id><published>2011-08-20T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T03:55:50.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>10 reasons to smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Smiling Makes Us Attractive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are drawn to people who smile. There is an attraction factor. We want to know a smiling person and figure out what is so good. Frowns, scowls and grimaces all push people away -- but a smile draws them in (avoid these  to keep your smile looking great).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Smiling Changes Our Mood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you are feeling down, try putting on a smile. There's a good chance you mood will change for the better. Smiling can trick the body into helping you change your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Smiling Is Contagious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is smiling they lighten up the room, change the moods of others, and make things happier. A smiling person brings happiness with them. Smile lots and you will draw people to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Smiling Relieves Stress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress can really show up in our faces. Smiling helps to prevent us from looking tired, worn down, and overwhelmed. When you are stressed, take time to put on a smile. The stress should be reduced and you'll be better able to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Smiling Boosts Your Immune System&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling helps the immune system to work better. When you smile, immune function improves possibly because you are more relaxed. Prevent the flu and colds by smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Smiling Lowers Your Blood Pressure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you smile, there is a measurable reduction in your blood pressure. Give it a try if you have a blood pressure monitor at home. Sit for a few minutes, take a reading. Then smile for a minute and take another reading while still smiling. Do you notice a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Smiling Releases Endorphins, Natural Pain Killers and Serotonin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies have shown that smiling releases endorphins, natural pain killers, and serotonin. Together these three make us feel good. Smiling is a natural drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Smiling Lifts the Face and Makes You Look Younger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muscles we use to smile lift the face, making a person appear younger. Don't go for a face lift, just try smiling your way through the day -- you'll look younger and feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Smiling Makes You Seem Successful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling people appear more confident, are more likely to be promoted, and more likely to be approached. Put on a smile at meetings and appointments and people will react to you differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Smiling Helps You Stay Positive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this test: Smile. Now try to think of something negative without losing the smile. It's hard. When we smile our body is sending the rest of us a message that "Life is Good!" Stay away from depression, stress and worry by smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7936994297561749775?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-reasons-to-smile.html' title='10 reasons to smile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7936994297561749775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7936994297561749775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7936994297561749775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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જેવું જીવે છે(જીવવાનો પ્રયત્ન કરે છે). જે મમ્મી વિષે લગ્ન પહેલાં કદાચ કોઈ દીકરી એટલું નથી વિચારતી, જેટલું લગ્ન પછીની જવાબદારીઓ નિભાવતી વખતે એને વિચારે છે અને એ પ્રમાણે એનાં બદલાતા રૂટીન ને જીવે છે. કદાચ માનસિક પરિવર્તન પામે છે. લગ્ન પહેલા, પોતે શું કરવા માંગે છે કે ફ્યુચર, કે કરિયર કે એવી એવી જ થીયરીની વાતો કરતી દરેક દીકરી, સાસરે ગયા પછી પ્રેક્ટીકલ લાઈફમાં બહુ બદલાઈ જતી હોય છે.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;લોકો લગ્ન પહેલા છોકરીના વિચારો જાણવા આતુર હોય છે, અને એ પ્રમાણે જ એનું અવલોકન કરે છે, પણ મને લાગે છે, કે એ માત્ર થીયરી છે, છોકરી લગ્ન પછી પ્રેક્ટીકલ લાઈફમાં કેવી હશે એ માટે એની મમ્મીના વિચારોનું પણ થોડું અવલોકન બહુ જરૂરી છે. કારણકે ઘણું ખરું એ અંગત જીવનમાં એની મમ્મીની પ્રતિકૃતિ જ બને છે. બહાર લોકોની દ્રષ્ટીએ સામાજિક બદલાવમાં ભલે એ ગમે તેટલી આધુનિક કેમ નાં હોય, લગ્ન પછી અચૂક માનસિક સ્તરે એ સંબંધોમાં વધારે સહનશીલ અને વિવેકી બને છે.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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વાગ્યા સુધીમાં વાસણ અને કપડા&lt;br /&gt;ધોવાનું ઉતાવળે આટોપી નાખે છે&lt;br /&gt;પરસેવાથી રેબઝેબ કપાળ લુછીને&lt;br /&gt;વિખરાયેલા વાળને રબ્બરબેંડથી બાંધે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;સવારની તાજી હવામાં યોગા અને હળવી કસરત કરે છે&lt;br /&gt;યોગા-કસરત પુરી થતાં એનાં બાળકોને સ્કુમ માટે તૈયાર કરે છે&lt;br /&gt;બાળકોને ફટાફટ તૈયાર કરીને રસોડા તરફ વળે છે&lt;br /&gt;બાળકો માટે નાસ્તો બનાવીને લંચબોકસ પેક કરે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;પોતાના બાળકોને એ ટુ વ્હિલર વાહનમાં સ્કુલે મુકવા જાય છે&lt;br /&gt;રસ્તામાં બચ્ચાઓ એમનાં માટે શું લઇ આવવાનું મમ્મીને કહે છે&lt;br /&gt;ઓફિસનાં પેડીંગવર્કથી ચિતિંત મમ્મી બચ્ચાની વાતોને મગજના&lt;br /&gt;એક ખુણે સાચવીને મુકી દે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;સ્કુલથી પાછા આવીને ઘડીયાળમાં જોયું સાડાસાતનો સમય છે&lt;br /&gt;પતિ,સાસું અને દેવર માટે નાસ્તો બનાવવા ફરી રસોડામાં જાય છે&lt;br /&gt;ઘડીયાળમાં સમય જોતા જોતાં ફટાફટ ટેબલ પર નાસ્તો પિરસે છે&lt;br /&gt;એ પણ ફટાફટ પોતાનો નાસ્તો પુરો કરે છે,ઘડીયાલ હસતાં&lt;br /&gt;મુખે એને આઠ વાગ્યાનો સમય બતાવે છે&lt;br /&gt;અને એ બાથરૂમ તરફ રવાના થાય છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ઝટપટ સ્નાનવિધિ પૂરી કરીને પોતાના બેડરૂમના વોર્ડસામે ગોઠવાય જાય છે&lt;br /&gt;ડ્રેસ અને સાડીઑની હારમાળા વચ્ચે શું પહેરવું એ વિચારે ચડે છે&lt;br /&gt;આધુનિકા દેખાવા માટે જિન્સ અને ટોપ પર પંસદગી ઉતારે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;કોલેજમાં જેના રૂપની ચર્ચા થતી એ રૂપગર્વિતા,પોતાના રૂપને&lt;br /&gt;અકબંધ સચવાયેલું જોઇને અરિસામાં પોતાનાં પ્રતિબિંબ સામે&lt;br /&gt;મસ્તીથી આંખ મિચકારે છે.અમસ્તું એનાથી હસાય જાય છે&lt;br /&gt;એના મિત્રનો એસ એમ એસ યાદ આવી જાય છે.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;એક હાથમાં બ્રાન્ડેવ વોચ,બીજા હાથમાં ટ્રેંડી બ્રેસલેટ&lt;br /&gt;બંને આંખોમાં કાજલની પતલી લાઇને ખેંચે છે&lt;br /&gt;હોઠો પર લાઇટ સેડની લિપસ્ટિક લગાડે છે&lt;br /&gt;ઇમ્પોર્ટેડ પરફ્યુમ છાંટીને પગમા બ્રાન્ડેડ ચપ્પ્લ પહેરે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;એની પોતાની કારમાં ઓફિસ જવા માટે નીકળે છે&lt;br /&gt;ઘડીયાલમા જોયું તો સવારનાં નવ વાગ્યાનો સમય છે&lt;br /&gt;ગુડ મોર્નિગનો રાબેતા મૂજબ ગમતો એસ એમ એસ આવે છે&lt;br /&gt;સાડાનવ વાગ્યે ઓફિસ પહોંચે છે,&lt;br /&gt;ગઇ કાલના પેડીંગવર્કને ફટાફટ પુરા કરે છે&lt;br /&gt;સમય સવારનાં અગ્યાર વાગ્યાનો ધડીયાળ બતાવે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ઓફિસમાં બોસનું આગમન થયું,&lt;br /&gt;થોડી વારમાં બોસનો બુલાવો મેડમને આવે છે&lt;br /&gt;નવાકામ માટે એના પર પંસદગી ઉતારે છે&lt;br /&gt;કારણ-ઓફિસની સિનિયર અને જવાબદાર વ્યકિત તરીકે ગણનાં થતી હતી&lt;br /&gt;કંપનીની સૌથી વધું વિશ્વાશું તરીકે એની છાપ અકબંધ હતી&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;નવુ કામ હાથમાં લઇને પોતાની કેબિનમાં કોમ્પયુટર સામે ગોઠવાય છે&lt;br /&gt;ઓફિસનું કામ,ફેસબુક,મિત્રોનાં ફોન,મેસેન્જર-આ બધાને પુરતો ન્યાય આપે છે&lt;br /&gt;ઘડીયાલમાં સમય બતાવે છે બપોરનાં એક વાગ્યાને ત્રીસ મિનિટ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;મેંમ ટિફિનબોકસ ખોલે છે,ઓફિસની અન્ય છોકરીઓ કેબિનમાં આવે છે&lt;br /&gt;ઓફિસમાં લાડકુ સ્થાન ધરાવતાં,મેમ સાથે છોકરી જમતા જમતાં&lt;br /&gt;હસી-મજાક અને સુખ-દુખની વાતો કરે છે,ત્યારે આધુનિકા જેવી&lt;br /&gt;લાગતી માનૂનીઓમાંથી મધ્યમવર્ગની ગૃહિણીની ઝાંખી થતી હતી&lt;br /&gt;એક અલ્લડ છોકરી જતાં જતાં કહેતી ગઇ,”મેમ,આજે મસ્ત લાગો છોને કાંઇ.”&lt;br /&gt;મેમ મનમાં મલકી ગયા,ફરી પેલા ફ્રેન્ડનો એસ એમ એસ યાદ આવી ગયો.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;બે વાગ્યાને ત્રીસ મિનિટે બધા ફરી પોતપોતાના કામે વળગી જાય છે&lt;br /&gt;વચ્ચે સમય કાઢીને પોતાના છોકરાઓ સાથે વાતો કરી લે છે&lt;br /&gt;વચ્ચે વચ્ચે ખાસ મિત્રો સાથે ચેટ કરી લે છે,&lt;br /&gt;ફેસબુકમાં મિત્રોની પોસ્ટ પર કોમેન્ટ મુકે છે&lt;br /&gt;બોસે સોપેલું કામુ પુરું થતાં બોસની કેબિન તરફ વળે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;કામ પુરું થયાની જવાબદારી વ્યવસ્થિત પુરી કરી એનો સંતોષ&lt;br /&gt;બોસની કેબિનની બહાર નીકળતી વખતે ચહેરા પર દેખાય આવે છે&lt;br /&gt;સમય બતાવે છે સાંજના સાડાપાંચ વાગ્યાનો,&lt;br /&gt;કોમ્પયુટર ઓફ કરતાં પહેલા મિત્રો પાસેથી “હું જાંઉ”ની મંજુરી મેળવે છે&lt;br /&gt;મિત્રોથી છુટા પડવાનો રંજ ચહેરા પર સ્પષ્ટ દેખાઇ આવે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ઓફિસથી નીકળીને સ્ટેસનરીની દુકાનેથી બચ્ચાની બધી વસ્તુંઓ ખરીદે છે&lt;br /&gt;રસ્તામાં શાક માર્કેટમાંથી શાક-બકાલું ખરીદે છે,અન્ય પરચુરણ વસ્તું ખરીદે છે&lt;br /&gt;સમય છે સાંજનાં છ વાગ્યાનો,ફટાફટ કપડા બદલીને જિમમાં જવા નીકળે છે&lt;br /&gt;જિમમાંથી ધરે આવે છે,ઘરની ધડીયાલ થાકેલી હાલતમાં સાતનો સમય બતાવે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ફરી કપડા બદલાવીને એ રસોડા તરફ વળે છે,&lt;br /&gt;ઘરનાં બધાને ભાવતી વાનગી બનાવે છે&lt;br /&gt;બધી વાનગીઓ ડાઇનિંગ ટેબલ પર ગોઠવે છે&lt;br /&gt;બધાને જમાડીને એ જમવા બેસે છે&lt;br /&gt;પણ આ શું!જે બધાને ભાવે છે એ વાનગી મેમને નથી ભાવતી&lt;br /&gt;બે રોટલી કેરીનાં છુંદા સાથે ખાઇ લે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ટેબલ પરનાં બધા વાસણૉ ઉપાડીને ફટાફટ સાફ કરી નાંખે છે&lt;br /&gt;એક ખુણામાં પ્લાસ્ટીકનાં ટબમાં આજના ઉતારેલા કપડા જુવે છે&lt;br /&gt;કપડાનો ઢગ જોઇને એક ઉનો નિસાસો નાંખે છે&lt;br /&gt;વોંશીંગ મશીન ખરાબ છે એ યાદ આવે છે&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;કપડા ભરેલું ટબ ઉઠાવી ચોકડી તરફ વળે છે&lt;br /&gt;ચોકડીમાં નદી કાઠે ગામડાની સ્ત્રીની યાદ અપાવે એ રીતે&lt;br /&gt;કપડાને ઘોકાથી ધોતી હતી,&lt;br /&gt;પાંચ આંકડાની પગારદાર એક ગુજરાતી નારી&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-4215657171278488945?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;2. What other people think of u is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;3. Time heals almost everything, give time.&lt;br /&gt;4. No one is in charge of your happiness expect you!&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t compare your life to others n don’t judge them. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;6. STOP thinking too much, it’s alright not know all the answers. They will come to you when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Smile…. You don’t own all the problems in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2455875943910539394?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/08/follow-it-for-happiness.html' title='Follow It for Happiness...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2455875943910539394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2455875943910539394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2455875943910539394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2455875943910539394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/08/follow-it-for-happiness.html' title='Follow It for Happiness...'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7298713210984682745</id><published>2011-07-27T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T04:22:52.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>કાલ ની "દીકરી" આજ વહુ થઇ ગઇ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;કાલ ની "દીકરી" આજ વહુ થઇ ગઇ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;કાલે જલશા કરતી હવે સાસરીયા મા સેવા કરતી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;કાલ જીન...્સ પહેરતી આજે સાડી પહેરતી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;માવતર મા વેહતી ચંચલ નદી સાસરીયે ધીર ગંભીર થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;રોજ છુટ થી પૈસા વાપરતી આજ શાકભાજી ના ભાવતાલ કરતી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;કાલે સ્કુટી ફુલ સ્પીડે ચલાવતી એ આજે બાઇક મા પાછડ બેસતી થઇ ગઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;કાલ સુધી ૩ ટાઇમ બિન્દાસ જમતી આજે ૩ ટાઇમ જમવાનુ બનાવતી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;હંમેશા પોતાનુ ધાર્યુ કરતી આજ પતી નુ ધાર્યુ કરતી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;માં પાસે કામ કરાવતી આજે સાસુ નુ કામ કરતી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;બહેન સાથે લડતી ઝગડતી આજે નનંદ નુ ક્હયુ કરતી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ભાભી ની મજાક કરતી આજ જેઠાણી ને આદર આપતી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;પિતા ના આંખ નુ પાણી આજ સસરા ના ગ્લાસ નુ પાણી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;છતા પણ પિતા કહે છે વાહ મારી આંખ નુ રતન મારી " દીકરી " સાસરીયે જઇ સુખી થઇ ગઇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7298713210984682745?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_27.html' title='કાલ ની &quot;દીકરી&quot; આજ વહુ થઇ ગઇ'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7298713210984682745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7298713210984682745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7298713210984682745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7298713210984682745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_27.html' title='કાલ ની &quot;દીકરી&quot; આજ વહુ થઇ ગઇ'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7929861147859025635</id><published>2011-07-18T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T03:42:11.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>For increasing your ability to live your life with abundance and fulfillment</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Take chances  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Take the challenge  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Look for the miracles  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Look for the lessons  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Accept that the only person whose life and happiness we each have control over is our own  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Try everything (so long as it is in agreement with your highest values)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Decide to live with no regret  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don’t be held back by fear- be willing to take a leap of faith  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don’t be held back by social conditioning, negative beliefs, or other people’s expectations  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Dream big  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Take action  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Be gentle with yourself and others  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Give freely without expectations  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Follow your heart  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Trust your intuition  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Focus on what's right rather than what's wrong. Declare that '&lt;i&gt;life is going my way&lt;/i&gt;'  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Appreciate the blessings and gain strength and courage from the challenges  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don’t waste time and energy on things that really don’t matter  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don’t feel guilty about spending time on things you love  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Explore your passions and discover new ones  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Explore the world  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Explore the rich territory of your inner being  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Seek knowledge and understanding  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don’t hold back- emotionally or physically  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Be daring  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Let yourself just be  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Open your heart and your mind  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Be open to possibilities  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Choose to be happy- say &lt;i&gt;I love my life&lt;/i&gt; and mean it!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Choose to be thankful by expressing gratitude every day  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep a gratitude journal   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Trust your strength and wisdom &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Commit to ridding yourself of things that hold you back  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Laugh and cry- allow yourself to fully feel your feelings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Be fully present in every moment  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Be open to receiving the gifts that are offered; by the universe and by other people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Stop seeking approval from others and create it within yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7929861147859025635?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-increasing-your-ability-to-live.html' title='For increasing your ability to live your life with abundance and fulfillment'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7929861147859025635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7929861147859025635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7929861147859025635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7929861147859025635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-increasing-your-ability-to-live.html' title='For increasing your ability to live your life with abundance and fulfillment'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-5855446470090113281</id><published>2011-07-14T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:40:09.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Nine Ways to Keep Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Forget Regret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your mistakes and regret in the past. They don’t define your value, then or now. When you stay in the past you become stuck and unable to move forward. We all have made mistakes with our job choices, friends and relationships. The consequences can hit us pretty hard. However, to begin learning how to put these experiences behind us – by letting them go, we can begin to live in the here and now. Give yourself the gift of forgiveness and keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learn from Failure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning from failure and having regret are two separate things. Regret is an emotion; a feeling of disappointment along with a modest amount of shame or guilt. But to look back at a circumstance and figure out what went wrong gives you some very important information. This review allows you to evaluate what worked and what didn’t, and more importantly, why. Often when you are removed from a situation, you can look at it more objectively which will allow you to make better choices to keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ask for Help&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone. It may feel that way sometimes, but there are many people who would extend their hand and lift you up if asked. All you have to do is ask. Consider co-workers, neighbors, or your church. Often times we are afraid to ask because we don’t believe we are worthy to receive the help. Think about this: we are surrounded by millions and millions of people by design – for a purpose. A hand to grasp, a shoulder to cling, and a face to radiate hope can help you to keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe You are Worthy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your goal, your dream, or your desire, you are worthy of achieving it. The closer you get to it is when the enemy of you soul will begin putting doubt in your mind by playing the self-limiting tapes that say you are not worthy. Replace these old tapes with a newer one that contains the truth – you are worthy to have your heart’s true desire and to keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take 100% Responsibility&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except in rare and unfortunate circumstances, you are responsible for the quality and condition of your life. Your career, your relationships and your happiness are all under your direct control. Sometimes we choose to do nothing when we get hit hard because it’s just easier and less painful that way. But the real pain is only deferred. You have to live with yourself. You have to live with the voice in your gut, your inner wisdom, that says you gave up too soon or didn’t try hard enough. When you hear this inner voice speaking to you, it’s usually right. It’s your choice, then, to get up and keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Know What You Want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t about the how, only the what. In order to move forward in life, you need a firm foundation to step from. Understanding what and where you want to go in life will provide your vision and spirit – your foundation. The how will figure itself out when you know you want to keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no accidents without value. When you get hit hard and land on your back, look for the reasons and for the value in this. Open your heart and trust this happened for a reason. Perhaps it was to test your determination or to alert you to the fact you were on the wrong path. Either way, trust the experience is happening for a reason and be open to making adjustments in order to keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Want it More&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How badly do you want it? How badly do you really want to achieve what you are working so hard to accomplish? When you get hit hard, you have an opportunity to answer this question. It’s one thing to say you want to do something, or to be something. But to walk through the pain; to get up and keep moving forward knowing there may be more pain ahead, is a test of your determination and resolve. When you find yourself getting back on your feet, you have indeed answered this question and there’s no doubt you will keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep the Faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith: A strong belief in something without proof or evidence&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day when you are weary from all of the effort and energy you have expended and you are sore and tired from being hit hard so many times, but the dream is not realized, the one thing that tells you to keep going; to get up tomorrow and to keep moving forward, is your faith. Honor this and cherish it. Faith is what makes you human. It gives you energy and hope. And if you let it, your faith will deliver you to wherever you want to go in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-5855446470090113281?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/nine-ways-to-keep-moving-forward.html' title='Nine Ways to Keep Moving Forward'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/5855446470090113281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=5855446470090113281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5855446470090113281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5855446470090113281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/nine-ways-to-keep-moving-forward.html' title='Nine Ways to Keep Moving Forward'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6399042900657083101</id><published>2011-07-14T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T06:10:21.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>New ways of Stealing</title><content type='html'>Be sure to read Scene 3. Quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new one.People sure stay busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to cheat us, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 1.&lt;br /&gt;A friend went to the local gym and placed his belongings&lt;br /&gt;in the locker. After the workout and a shower, he came out,&lt;br /&gt;saw the locker open, and thought to himself, 'Funny,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I locked the locker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, 'He dressed and just flipped the wallet to make&lt;br /&gt;sure all was in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looked okay - all cards were in place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later his credit card bill came -&lt;br /&gt;a whooping bill of $14,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called the credit card company and started&lt;br /&gt;yelling at them, saying that he did not make&lt;br /&gt;the transactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer care personnel verified that&lt;br /&gt;there was no Mistake in the system and asked&lt;br /&gt;if his card had been stolen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' he said, but then took out his&lt;br /&gt;wallet, pulled out the credit card, and yep -&lt;br /&gt;you guessed it - a switch had been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expired similar credit card from&lt;br /&gt;the same bank was in the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thief broke into his locker at the gym&lt;br /&gt;and switched cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: The credit card issuer said since&lt;br /&gt;he did not report the card missing earlier,&lt;br /&gt;he would have to pay the amount owed&lt;br /&gt;to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much did he have to pay for items&lt;br /&gt;he did not buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$9,000! Why were there no calls made to&lt;br /&gt;verify the amount swiped?&lt;br /&gt;Small amounts rarely trigger a 'warning bell'&lt;br /&gt;with some credit card companies.&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that all the small amounts&lt;br /&gt;added up to big one!&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 2.&lt;br /&gt;A man at a local restaurant paid for his meal&lt;br /&gt;with his credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill for the meal came, he signed it and&lt;br /&gt;the waitress folded the receipt and passed the&lt;br /&gt;credit card along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, he would just take it and place it in his&lt;br /&gt;wallet or pocket. Funny enough, though, he&lt;br /&gt;actually took a look at the car and&lt;br /&gt;behold, it was the expired card of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called the waitress and she looked perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took it back, apologized, and hurried back to&lt;br /&gt;the counter under the watchful eye of the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the waitress did while walking to the counter&lt;br /&gt;was wave the wrong expired card to the counter&lt;br /&gt;cashier, and the counter cashier immediately&lt;br /&gt;looked down and took out the real card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No exchange of words --- nothing! She took&lt;br /&gt;it and came back to the man with an apology..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure the credit cards in your wallet are yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the name on the card every time you&lt;br /&gt;sign for something and/or the card is taken&lt;br /&gt;away for even a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people just take back the credit card without&lt;br /&gt;even looking at it, 'assuming' that it has to be theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, DEVELOP THE HABIT&lt;br /&gt;OF CHECKING YOUR CREDIT CARD EACH TIME&lt;br /&gt;IT IS RETURNED TO YOU AFTER A TRANSACTION!&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 3:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went into a pizza restaurant to&lt;br /&gt;pick up an order that I had called in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid by using my Visa Check Card which, of&lt;br /&gt;course, is linked directly to my checking&lt;br /&gt;account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man behind the counter took my&lt;br /&gt;card, swiped it, then laid it on the counter as&lt;br /&gt;he waited for the approval, which is pretty&lt;br /&gt;standard procedure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he waited, he picked up his cell phone&lt;br /&gt;and started dialing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the phone because it is the same&lt;br /&gt;model I have, but nothing seemed out of the&lt;br /&gt;ordinary. ? Then I heard a click that sounded&lt;br /&gt;like my phone sounds when I take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then gave me back my card but kept the&lt;br /&gt;phone in his hand as if he was still pressing&lt;br /&gt;buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm thinking: I wonder what he&lt;br /&gt;is taking a picture of, oblivious to what was&lt;br /&gt;really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then dawned on me: the only thing there&lt;br /&gt;was my credit card, so now I'm paying close&lt;br /&gt;attention to what he is doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He set his phone on the counter, leaving it&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five seconds later, I heard the chime&lt;br /&gt;that tells you that the picture has been saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing there struggling with the&lt;br /&gt;fact that this boy just took a picture of my creditcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he played it off well, because had we not&lt;br /&gt;had the same kind of phone, I probably would&lt;br /&gt;never have known what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I immediately cancelled&lt;br /&gt;that card as I was walking out of the pizza&lt;br /&gt;parlor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am saying is, be aware of your&lt;br /&gt;surroundings at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are using your credit card&lt;br /&gt;take caution and don't be careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice who is standing near you and what&lt;br /&gt;they are doing when you use your card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of phones, because many have a&lt;br /&gt;camera phone these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6399042900657083101?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7395699424231956236</id><published>2011-07-14T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T04:29:39.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>Classes in OOPS</title><content type='html'>class Indian_Bachelor_ female_professio nal&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;double styles;&lt;br /&gt;short skirts;&lt;br /&gt;long time_to_understand_ problems;&lt;br /&gt;float mind;&lt;br /&gt;void knowledge();&lt;br /&gt;char non_co_operative;&lt;br /&gt;};&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class Married_female_ Software_ Professional&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;double weight;&lt;br /&gt;short 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time_on_bench;&lt;br /&gt;Void work();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7395699424231956236?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/classes-in-oops.html' title='Classes in OOPS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7395699424231956236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7395699424231956236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7395699424231956236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that we have learned from both the good and bad experiences in life, as well as lifelong passion for reading and study of human behavior are these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Nothing is ever ‘ as good as it gets .’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• You tend to get what you focus on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• There is always a choice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• There is always a way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Despite all obstacles, it is an amazing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The joy of singing is enough reason to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Gratitude is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Whatever our physical surroundings, we can create our own sense of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Your past determines your present, but you determine your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Applying common knowledge in an uncommon way is the basis of success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• You can choose to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Biggest Truths of Life'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6616185747165480847</id><published>2011-07-10T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:39:25.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Build your Self Respect</title><content type='html'>Self respect is one of the most valuable things you can have. It helps you feel worthy of happiness and the respect of others. It reminds you that you are a valuable person- simply by virtue of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also sets a standard for others to follow. People take most of their cues from how we treat ourselves, so if you want to be treated with kindness and respect, make sure that you are setting a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healthy self respect encourages you to treat yourself well. Treating yourself with respect promotes happiness in various ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if the person with whom you spend every waking minute-yourself- is a kind and nurturing companion, you will feel much happier than if you spend your life being criticized, neglected, and made to feel inadequate by yourself. It is truly good advice to be your own best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a shame that most people are far nicer to everyone else than they are to themselves. If you find that you are always negative and critical in your thinking about yourself, I encourage you to really start trying to become a positive, inspiring friend to yourself instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, like any bad habit, ridding yourself of negative self-talk and attitudes will take time. If you become aware of the need to correct this behavior though, and commit to making changes, you are well on the road to developing a healthy new self respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe that you deserve happiness and fulfillment, you are very likely to attract and create circumstances that promote these conditions. By feeling that your happiness is a priority, you will be on the lookout for opportunities to do things you enjoy, and that are in line with your goals and desires. Knowing that you deserve to be happy, you will probably not pass up chances to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you are stuck in a negative mindset, and you believe that everyone else’s happiness is more important than yours, you will possibly forego your chances for fulfillment with flimsy excuses such as time, money, or other ‘more pressing’ commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We consciously and subconsciously set out to create an external life that matches our internal beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a good level of self respect, clear ideas of what you want in life, and the belief that you can and should have what you want, it is very likely that you will seek and find opportunities to fulfill these desires. Knowing what you want is a very big factor in having what you want. If you only have a very vague notion of a better life, it is very hard to take concrete steps towards creating one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also draw positive people, situations, and energy to us when we reflect a positive attitude ourselves. The fact that upbeat people with an optimistic outlook and good self image constantly seem to ‘get all the breaks’ is no coincidence. In a world based on energy, we have incredible power to attract and repel things and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that as you become more positive, more loving, and open your mind to the unlimited possibilities in life, you tend to be surrounded with people who share these qualities? ‘Like attracts like,’ it is said, and ‘birds of a feather do flock together.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the people around you and see a miserable, gray-faced bunch, it’s time for a good hard look in the mirror. The people you spend most time with are probably a fair reflection of your own mental attitude. Even if you have a generally good outlook in life, being around gloomy people all the time will definitely take its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as assessing your own level of self respect and optimism, and committing to improving these areas if you feel they are under par, make it a priority to surround yourself with cheerful, positive people. They will inspire you- enthusiasm is just as contagious as negativity. I know which I would rather ‘catch!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that ‘friends are the gift you give yourself,’ so give yourself gifts that lift you up rather than drag you down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have decided to improve and nurture your self image, you then need to focus on strategies for creating increased self respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that one of the most powerful ways to eliminate negative beliefs, and create positive ones, is by using affirmations (powerful positive statements repeated frequently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFT, or Emotional Freedom Technique can also be very effective in ridding yourself of emotional blocks and destructive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also many practical things you can do, such as focusing on your good qualities rather than the ones you see as bad. Be good to yourself. Practice saying ‘no’ when you don’t want to do something, and ‘yes’ when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your happiness your priority. Do something you really love every day- even if it is only for a few minutes. Be gentle with yourself. Try not to expect too much from yourself. Give yourself time and space to just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong, healthy self respect is one of the foundations of happiness and emotional well-being. It can help you through tough times, and inspire you to follow your heart and your dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6616185747165480847?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/build-your-self-respect.html' title='Build your Self Respect'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6616185747165480847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6616185747165480847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6616185747165480847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hoye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Aisa presentation dijiye, man ka aapa khoye,&lt;br /&gt;Auron ko confuse kare, aaphi confuse hoye&lt;br /&gt;Kabir :Guru Govind doyu khade, kaake laagu paye&lt;br /&gt;Balihari guru aapke, govind diyo bataye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Client aur manager doyu khade, kaake laagu paye&lt;br /&gt;Balihaari client aapke, manager diyo bataye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahim :Rahiman dhaaga prem ka, mat todo chatkaye&lt;br /&gt;tode se fir jude na, jude gaanth pad jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :SE confidence manager, mat todo chatkaye&lt;br /&gt;Project to barbaad hoye hi, appraisal mein waat lag jaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir :Dheere dheere re mana, dheere sab kuch hoye,&lt;br /&gt;Maali seenche sow ghara, ritu aaye phal hoye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Dheere dheere re project leader, dheere project execute hoye,&lt;br /&gt;client dikhaye kitni bhi urgency, release deadline ke baad hi hoye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir :Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein , Log Hanse Tu Roye&lt;br /&gt;Aise Karni Na Kari , Pache Hanse Sab roye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Jab project aaye company mein, client hase hum roye,&lt;br /&gt;Aisi karni na kari , tu hase client roye...&lt;br /&gt;Kabir :Dukh Mein Sumiran Sab Kare , Sukh Mein Kare Na Koye&lt;br /&gt;Jo Sukh Mein Sumiran Kare , Tau Dukh Kahe Ko Hoye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Rush hour mein kaam sab karen , routine mein kare na koye,&lt;br /&gt;jo routine mein sab kaam kare, to rush hour kaahe hoye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir :Pothhi padh padh jag mooya, pandit bhaya na koye,&lt;br /&gt;Dhai aakhar prem ka, padhe so pandit hoye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Coding kar ar jag mooya, programmer bhaya na koye,&lt;br /&gt;Do shabd copy-paste ke, kare so programmer hoye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir :Chalati chakki dekh ke, diya Kabira roye,&lt;br /&gt;Do paatan ke beechmein, saabut bacha na koye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Client aur manager ko dekhke, engineers saare roye,&lt;br /&gt;Deadline meet karne ke chakkar mein, saabut bacha na koye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir :Chinta Aisee Dakini, Kat Kaleja Khaye&lt;br /&gt;Vaid Bichara Kya Kare , Kahan Tak Dawa Lagaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Deadline aisi dakini, man ka tension badhaaye,&lt;br /&gt;kaam itna ho sar par, time pe complete kaise ho paaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir :Maala To Kar Mein Phire , Jeebh Phire Mukh Mahin&lt;br /&gt;Manua To Chahun Dish Phire, Yeh To Sumiran Nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE :Engineer gaye sab cigarette peene, Leader phire office maahin,&lt;br /&gt;Cubicle se jyaada time canteen pe rahe, yeh to dedication naahin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-4460422358121989358?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/kabir-vs-se.html' title='Kabir V/S SE'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/4460422358121989358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=4460422358121989358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4460422358121989358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4460422358121989358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/kabir-vs-se.html' title='Kabir V/S SE'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7185016650882772439</id><published>2011-07-08T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:53:35.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>Read and feel for yourself..</title><content type='html'>Read and feel for yourself what the heck we are doing here…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the poster boys of matrimonial classifieds. They are paid handsomely, perceived to be intelligent and travel abroad frequently. Single-handedly, they brought purpose to the otherwise sleepy city of Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian software engineers are today the face of a third-world rebellion. But what exactly do they do? That's a disturbing question. Last week, during the annual fair of the software industry's apex body Nasscom, no one uttered a word about India's programmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event, which brought together software professionals from around the world, used up all its 29 sessions to discuss prospects to improve the performance of software companies. Panels chose to debate extensively on subjects like managing innovation, business growth and multiple geographies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing on programmers, who you would imagine are the driving force behind the success of the Indian software companies. Perhaps you imagined wrong. "It is an explosive truth that local software companies won't accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most software professionals in India are not programmers, they are mere coders," says a senior executive from a global consultancy firm, who has helped Nasscom in researching its industry reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In industry parlance, coders are akin to smart assembly line workers as opposed to programmers who are plant engineers. Programmers are the brains, the glorious visionaries who create things. Large software programmes that often run into billions of lines are designed and developed by a handful of programmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coders follow instructions to write, evaluate and test small components of the large program. As a computer science student in IIT Mumbai puts it if programming requires a post graduate level of knowledge of complex algorithms and programming methods, coding requires only high school knowledge of the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coding is also the grime job. It is repetitive and monotonous. Coders know that. They feel stuck in their jobs. They have fallen into the trap of the software hype and now realise that though their status is glorified in the society, intellectually they are stranded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies do not offer them stock options anymore and their salaries are not growing at the spectacular rates at which they did a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing new to learn from the job I am doing in Pune. I could have done it with some training even after passing high school," says a 25-year-old who joined Infosys after finishing his engineering course in Nagpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Microsoft analyst says, "Like our manufacturing industry, the Indian software industry is largely a process driven one. That should speak for the fact that we still don't have a domestic software product like Yahoo or Google to use in our daily lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIT graduates have consciously shunned India's best known companies like Infosys and TCS, though they offered very attractive salaries. Last year, from IIT Powai, the top three Indian IT companies got just 10 students out of the 574 who passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best computer science students prefer to join companies like Google and Trilogy. Krishna Prasad from the College of Engineering, Guindy, Chennai, who did not bite Infosys' offer, says, "The entrance test to join TCS is a joke compared to the one in Trilogy. That speaks of what the Indian firms are looking for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior TCS executive, who requested anonymity, admitted that the perception of coders is changing even within the company. It is a gloomy outlook. He believes it has a lot to do with business dynamics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The executive, a programmer for two decades, says that in the late '70s and early '80s, software drew a motley set of professionals from all kinds of fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mid-'90s, as onsite projects increased dramatically, software companies started picking all the engineers they could as the US authorities granted visas only to graduates who had four years of education after high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After Y2K, as American companies discovered India's cheap software professionals, the demand for engineers shot up," the executive says. Most of these engineers were coders. They were almost identical workers who sat long hours to write line after line of codes, or test a fraction of a programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not complain because their pay and perks were good. Now, the demand for coding has diminished, and there is a churning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, due to the improved communication networks and increased reliability of Indian firms, projects that required a worker to be at a client's site, say in America, are dwindling in number. And with it the need for engineers who have four years of education after high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduates from non-professional courses, companies know, can do the engineer's job equally well. Also, over the years, as Indian companies have already coded for many common applications like banking, insurance and accounting, they have created libraries of code which they reuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top software companies have now started recruiting science graduates who will be trained alongside engineers and deployed in the same projects. The CEO of India's largest software company TCS, S Ramadorai, had earlier explained, "The core programming still requires technical skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are other jobs we found that can be done by graduates." NIIT's Arvind Thakur says, "We have always maintained that it is the aptitude and not qualifications that is vital for programming. In fact, there are cases where graduate programmers have done better than the ones from the engineering stream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Software engineers are increasingly getting dejected. Sachin Rao, one of the coders stuck in the routine of a job that does not excite him anymore, has been toying with the idea of moving out of Infosys but cannot find a different kind of "break", given his coding experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sums up his plight by vaguely recollecting a story in which thousands of caterpillars keep climbing a wall, the height of which they don't know. They clamber over each other, fall, start again, but keep climbing. They don't know that they can eventually fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rao cannot remember how the story ends but feels the coders of India today are like the caterpillars who plod their way through while there are more spectacular ways of reaching the various destinations of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7185016650882772439?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/read-and-feel-for-yourself.html' title='Read and feel for yourself..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7185016650882772439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7185016650882772439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7185016650882772439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7185016650882772439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/read-and-feel-for-yourself.html' title='Read and feel for yourself..'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7323189079551039247</id><published>2011-07-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:51:32.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><title type='text'>My date with another WOMAN</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER,who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.&lt;br /&gt;"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,I had to read the menu. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation -nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived at her house later,she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a child, to an adult, to anyone with a parent. Here's hoping today is better than yesterday and tomorrow..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7323189079551039247?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-date-with-another-woman.html' title='My date with another WOMAN'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7323189079551039247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7323189079551039247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7323189079551039247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7323189079551039247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-date-with-another-woman.html' title='My date with another WOMAN'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-2545100961303635551</id><published>2011-07-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:02:24.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><title type='text'>A Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A Desi guy was deeply in love with a pretty foreign girl, whom he wanted. &lt;br /&gt;But he did not have the courage to talk to her in person. So he decided &lt;br /&gt;to go alone and with the help of a dictionary, he wrote a letter of &lt;br /&gt;proposal to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WROTE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most worthy of your estimation&lt;br /&gt;after a long consideration&lt;br /&gt;and much mediation.&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong indication &lt;br /&gt;to become your relation.&lt;br /&gt;As to my educational qualification,&lt;br /&gt;it is no exaggeration or fabrication&lt;br /&gt;that I have passed my matriculation examination;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt without any hesitation and very little preparation. &lt;br /&gt;What do you say to the solemnisation&lt;br /&gt;of our marriage celebration&lt;br /&gt;according to the glorification of modern civilisation &lt;br /&gt;and with a view to the expansion&lt;br /&gt;of the population of present generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your approbation of the application,&lt;br /&gt;I shall make preparation to improve my situation, &lt;br /&gt;and if such obligation is worthy of consideration &lt;br /&gt;it will be our argumentation of the joy and &lt;br /&gt;exaltation of our joint dissimilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking you in anticipation and with devotion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remain victim of your fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WROTE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Victim of my fascination,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation for your lengthy narration&lt;br /&gt;of course full of affection aimed at an affiliation &lt;br /&gt;for a combination which on examination&lt;br /&gt;I find is a fine presentation of your ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have passed your matriculation with little preparation, &lt;br /&gt;what about my graduation after a long botheration,&lt;br /&gt;so improve situation in education&lt;br /&gt;and make an application by acquisition&lt;br /&gt;of post graduation and minimum qualification&lt;br /&gt;for the convocation and before taking your photo for circulation &lt;br /&gt;undergo beautification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further strict observation of the following conditions is the &lt;br /&gt;regulation for the determination of our relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Consultation of my parents before approaching for my connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Communication of your confirmation that you are not a victim &lt;br /&gt;of any fascination and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Procreation must not be your recreation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anticipation of a solid action instead of continuation of &lt;br /&gt;paper conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Remain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaffected by your affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2545100961303635551?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/proposal.html' title='A Proposal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2545100961303635551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2545100961303635551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2545100961303635551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2545100961303635551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/proposal.html' title='A Proposal'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-5096179432451997411</id><published>2011-07-05T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:16:58.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life is about correcting mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Monica  married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's  mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. With Rs.1000  deposit amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mother:  'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.  When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life,  put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The  more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done  the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look  back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Monica  shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a  great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was what they did after certain time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;..... and so on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;However,  after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.They  didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty  people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day Monica talked to her Mother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mother:  'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you  really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the  saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and  spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While  she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked,  and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and  happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears.  She left and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And  a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've  loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought  me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I  don't know how much they saved .I believe the money did not matter any  more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"When you fall, in any way,&amp;nbsp; Don't see the place where you fell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead see the place from where you slipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is about correcting mistakes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-5096179432451997411?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-is-about-correcting-mistakes.html' title='Life is about correcting mistakes'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6668661872627819994</id><published>2011-07-05T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:54:04.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>Gone are the days</title><content type='html'>When the school reopened in June,&lt;br /&gt;And we settled in our new desks and benches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we queued up in book depot,&lt;br /&gt;And got our new books and notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,&lt;br /&gt;Yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and&lt;br /&gt;Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to&lt;br /&gt;Color pencils and finally sketch pens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started calculating first with tables and then with&lt;br /&gt;Clarke's tables and advanced to&lt;br /&gt;Calculators and computers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we chased one another in the&lt;br /&gt;corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,&lt;br /&gt;Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the colours in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,&lt;br /&gt;Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,&lt;br /&gt;And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,&lt;br /&gt;While others simply played "book cricket" in the Confines of classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of fights but no conspiracies,&lt;br /&gt;Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats&lt;br /&gt;in our School bus!&lt;br /&gt;While few others had "Big Fun","peppermint" ,"kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,And the one-month long preparations for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,&lt;br /&gt;Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days Of tenth and twelfth standards, when We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt,&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed,&lt;br /&gt;We played,&lt;br /&gt;We won,&lt;br /&gt;We lost,&lt;br /&gt;We laughed,&lt;br /&gt;We cried,&lt;br /&gt;We fought,&lt;br /&gt;We thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much fun in them, so many friends,&lt;br /&gt;So much experience, all this and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days When we used to talk for hours with our friends!&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't have time to say a 'Hi'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we played games on the road!&lt;br /&gt;Now we Code on the road with laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we saw stars Shining at Night!&lt;br /&gt;Now we see stars when our code doesn't Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!&lt;br /&gt;Now we chat in chat rooms.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we studied just to pass!&lt;br /&gt;Now we study to save our job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we had no money in our pockets&lt;br /&gt;and still fun filled on our hearts!!&lt;br /&gt;Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an&lt;br /&gt;empty heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we shouted on the road!&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't shout even at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we got lectures from all!&lt;br /&gt;Now we give lectures to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;But not the memories, which will be&lt;br /&gt;Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever and ever .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the Days.... But still there are lot more Days to&lt;br /&gt;come in our&lt;br /&gt;Life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE ,&lt;br /&gt;DONT FORGET TO&lt;br /&gt;LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL&lt;br /&gt;EXISTS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6668661872627819994?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6668661872627819994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6668661872627819994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6668661872627819994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6668661872627819994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-5736182138758196427</id><published>2011-07-05T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:39:04.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Go and thank ur dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping &lt;br /&gt;it all over your lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him &lt;br /&gt;by never even bothering to practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to &lt;br /&gt;football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by &lt;br /&gt;jumping out &lt;br /&gt;of the car and never looking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to &lt;br /&gt;the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch &lt;br /&gt;certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming old  fashioned&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by telling him he had no&lt;br /&gt;taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You &lt;br /&gt;thanked him by taking it every chance you could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him &lt;br /&gt;by being on the phone all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked &lt;br /&gt;him by staying out partying until dawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus &lt;br /&gt;carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm &lt;br /&gt;so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told  you &lt;br /&gt;how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving&lt;br /&gt;halfway across the &lt;br /&gt;country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take ca re of him .&amp;nbsp;You &lt;br /&gt;thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their &lt;br /&gt;children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came &lt;br /&gt;crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, send &lt;br /&gt;this to all of ur Friends.If you don't then shame on u.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-5736182138758196427?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/go-and-thank-ur-dad.html' title='Go and thank ur dad'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/5736182138758196427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=5736182138758196427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5736182138758196427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5736182138758196427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/go-and-thank-ur-dad.html' title='Go and thank ur dad'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7992199511135240969</id><published>2011-07-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:11:42.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>An Ultimate Love Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;ભલે ઝગડીએ,ક્રોધ કરીએ,એકબીજા પર તૂટી પડીએ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;એકબીજા પર દાદાગીરી કરવા, છેલ્લે તો આપણે  બેજ હોઈશું.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;જે કહેવું હોય એ કહીલે,જે કરવું હોય એ કરીલે,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;એકબીજાના ચોકઠા શોધવા છેલ્લે તો આપણે બેજ હોઈશું.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;હું રીસાઈશ તો તું મનાવજે, તું રીસાઈશ તો હું મનાવીશ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;એકબીજાને લાડ લડાવવા, છેલ્લે તો આપણે બેજ હોઈશું.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;આંખો જયારે ઝાંખી થશે,યાદશક્તિ પણ પાંખી થશે,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ત્યારે,એકબીજાને એકબીજામાં શોધવા છેલ્લે તો આપણે બેજ હોઈશું.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ઘુટણ જયારે દુખશે, કેડ પણ વળવાનું મુકશે,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ત્યારે એકબીજાના પગનાં  નખ  કાપવા,છેલ્લે તો આપણે બેજ હોઈશું.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;મારા રીપોર્ટસ તદ્દન નોર્મલ છે,આઈ એમ ઓલરાઈટ ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;એમ કહીને એકબીજાને છેતરવા,છેલ્લે તો આપણે બેજ હોઈશું.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;સાથ જયારે છૂટી જશે,વિદાય ની ઘડી  આવી જશે,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ત્યારે, એકબીજાને માફ કરવા,છેલ્લે તો આપણે બેજ હોઈશું. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7992199511135240969?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/ultimate-love-poem.html' title='An Ultimate Love Poem'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7992199511135240969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7992199511135240969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7992199511135240969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7992199511135240969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/ultimate-love-poem.html' title='An Ultimate Love Poem'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-1794975278057910185</id><published>2011-07-03T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:12:20.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>God Does Exist</title><content type='html'>A man went to a barber shop to have his hair and his beard cut as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to have a good conversation with the barber who attended him. They talked about so many things and various subjects. suddenly, they touched the subject of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber said: “Look man, I don’t believe that God exists as you say so.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you say that?” - asked the client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s so easy, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Oh, tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be no suffering nor pain. I can’t think of a God who permits all of these things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client stopped for a moment thinking but he didn’t want to respond so as to prevent an argument. The barber finished his job and the client went out of the shop. Just after he left the barber shop he saw a man in the street with a long hair and beard (it seems that it had been a long time since he had his cut and he looked so untidy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the client again entered the barber shop and he said to the barber: know what? Barbers do not exist.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How come they don’t exist?” - asked the barber. “Well I am here and I am a barber.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No!” - the client exclaimed. “They don’t exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man who walks in the street.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Exactly!”- affirmed the client. “That’s the point. GOD does exist, what happens is people don’t go to Him and do not look for Him that’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this, share it to other people. If you think God does not exist, don’t do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-1794975278057910185?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/1794975278057910185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=1794975278057910185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1794975278057910185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1794975278057910185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-does-exist.html' title='God Does Exist'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7535198693072747093</id><published>2011-07-03T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:09:34.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You must be in Top Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She reduced altitude and spotted a man below. She descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me Sir, can you help me? I promised a friend, I would meet him an hour ago but I don't know where I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below replied, "You're in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You're between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You must be an engineer," said the lady balloonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am", replied the man. 'How did you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Well", answered the lady in the balloon, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me at all. If anything, you've delayed my trip even more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer below responded, "You must be in Top Management."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I am", replied the lady balloonist, "but, how did you know?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the Engineer, "You don't know where you are, or where you're going. You made a promise, which you've no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you, to solve your problems."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7535198693072747093?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7535198693072747093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7535198693072747093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7535198693072747093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7535198693072747093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-must-be-in-top-management.html' title='You must be in Top Management'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6187833077458355846</id><published>2011-07-02T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:19:21.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>ME and MY BOSS</title><content type='html'>When I Take a long time to finish,&lt;br /&gt;I am slow,&lt;br /&gt;When my boss takes a long time,&lt;br /&gt;he is thorough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I don't do it,&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy,&lt;br /&gt;When my boss does not do it,&lt;br /&gt;he is busy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do something without being told,&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be smart,&lt;br /&gt;When my boss does the same,&lt;br /&gt;he takes the initiative,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I please my boss,&lt;br /&gt;I am apple polishing,&lt;br /&gt;When my boss pleases his boss,&lt;br /&gt;He is cooperating,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I make a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;I' am an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;When my boss makes a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;He's only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am out of the office,&lt;br /&gt;I am wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;When my boss is out of the office,&lt;br /&gt;He's on business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am on a day off sick,&lt;br /&gt;I am always sick.&lt;br /&gt;When my boss is a day off sick,&lt;br /&gt;He must be very ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I apply for leave,&lt;br /&gt;I must be going for an interview .&lt;br /&gt;When my boss applies for leave,&lt;br /&gt;it's because he's overworked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do good,&lt;br /&gt;my boss never remembers,&lt;br /&gt;When I do wrong,&lt;br /&gt;he never forgets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6187833077458355846?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-and-my-boss.html' title='ME and MY BOSS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6187833077458355846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6187833077458355846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Argument</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Don't miss even a single word....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.  &lt;br /&gt;Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:From....God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:  &lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:&lt;br /&gt;Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, son...Have you ever   seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theater becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat..&lt;br /&gt;But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't&lt;br /&gt;go any further after that.&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as cold  . Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat  &lt;br /&gt;. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy    Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it .&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright&lt;br /&gt;light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In&lt;br /&gt;reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is&lt;br /&gt;not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:That is it sir... The link between man &amp;amp; god is FAITH . That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won't you?....&lt;br /&gt;this is a true story, and the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student was none other than..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APJ Abdul Kalam , the former president of India .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never stop trying until you achieve and never think that its an end of your achievement&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-1021756874049692489?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-argument.html' title='The Best Argument'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/1021756874049692489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=1021756874049692489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1021756874049692489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1021756874049692489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-argument.html' title='The Best Argument'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-1538145945152175733</id><published>2011-07-02T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:07:39.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Facts'/><title type='text'>AC in Cars - Good Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Please do not turn on AC immediately as soon as you enter the car.&lt;br /&gt;Open the windows after you enter your car and turn ON the air-conditioning&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a research done, the car dashboard, sofa, air freshener&lt;br /&gt;emits Benzene, a Cancer causing toxin (carcinogen - take note of the&lt;br /&gt;heated  plastic Smell in your car). In addition to causing cancer, it poisons your bones, causes anemia, and reduces white blood cells. Prolonged exposure will cause Leukemia,increasing the risk of cancer. May also cause miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptable Benzene level indoors is 50 mg per sq. ft... A car parked&lt;br /&gt;indoors with the windows closed will contain 400-800 mg of Benzene. If&lt;br /&gt;parked outdoors under the sun at a temperature above 60 degrees F, the&lt;br /&gt;Benzene level goes up to 2000-4000 mg, 40 times the acceptable level... &amp;amp; the people inside the car will inevitably inhale an excess amount of the toxins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is recommended that you open the windows and door to give time for the interior to air out before you enter. Benzene is a toxin that affects your kidney and liver, and is very difficult for your body to expel this toxic stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When someone shares something of value with you and you benefit from it, you have a moral obligation to share it with others.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-1538145945152175733?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/ac-in-cars-good-facts.html' title='AC in Cars - Good Facts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/1538145945152175733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=1538145945152175733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1538145945152175733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1538145945152175733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/ac-in-cars-good-facts.html' title='AC in Cars - Good Facts'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6996929668268728267</id><published>2011-07-01T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:03:41.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>एक आन्दोलन बन जाये</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;दर्द होता रहा छटपटाते रहे&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;आईने॒से सदा चोट खाते रहे&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;वो वतन बेचकर मुस्कुराते रहे &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;हम वतन के लिए॒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;सिर कटाते रहे&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 280 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लाख करोड़ का सवाल है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;भारतीय गरीब है लेकिन भारत देश कभी गरीब नहीं रहा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;ये कहना है स्विस बैंक के डाइरेक्टर का&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;स्विस बैंक के डाइरेक्टर ने यह भी कहा है कि भारत का लगभग&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 280 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लाख करोड़ रुपये उनके स्विस बैंक में जमा है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;ये रकम इतनी है कि भारत का आने वाले&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;सालों का बजट बिना टैक्स के बनाया जा सकता है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;या यूँ कहें कि&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 60 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;करोड़ रोजगार के अवसर दिए जा सकते है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;या यूँ भी कह सकते है कि भारत के किसी भी गाँव से दिल्ली तक&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लेन रोड बनाया जा सकता है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;ऐसा भी कह सकते है कि&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 500 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;से ज्यादा सामाजिक प्रोजेक्ट पूर्ण किये जा सकते है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;ये रकम इतनी ज्यादा है कि अगर हर भारतीय को&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 2000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;रुपये हर महीने भी दिए जाये तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 60 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;साल तक ख़त्म ना हो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;यानी भारत को किसी वर्ल्ड बैंक से लोन लेने कि कोई जरुरत नहीं है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;जरा सोचिये&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;हमारे भ्रष्ट राजनेताओं और नोकरशाहों ने कैसे देश को&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लूटा है और ये लूट का सिलसिला अभी तक&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 2011 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;तक जारी है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;इस सिलसिले को अब रोकना बहुत ज्यादा जरूरी हो गया है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;अंग्रेजो ने हमारे भारत पर करीब&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 200 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;सालो तक राज करके करीब&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लाख करोड़ रुपये लूटा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;मगर आजादी के केवल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 64 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;सालों में हमारे भ्रस्टाचार ने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 280 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लाख करोड़ लूटा है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;एक तरफ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 200 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;साल में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लाख करोड़ है और दूसरी तरफ केवल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 64 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;सालों में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 280 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लाख करोड़ है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;यानि हर साल लगभग&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 4.37 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;लाख करोड़&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;या हर महीने करीब &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;36 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;हजार करोड़ भारतीय मुद्रा स्विस बैंक में इन भ्रष्ट लोगों द्वारा जमा करवाई गई है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;भारत को किसी वर्ल्ड बैंक के लोन की कोई दरकार नहीं है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;सोचो की कितना पैसा हमारे भ्रष्ट राजनेताओं और उच्च अधिकारीयों ने ब्लाक करके रखा हुआ है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;हमे भ्रस्ट राजनेताओं और भ्रष्ट अधिकारीयों के खिलाफ जाने का पूर्ण अधिकार है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;हाल ही में हुवे घोटालों का आप सभी को पता ही है &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- CWG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;घोटाला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;२ जी स्पेक्ट्रुम घोटाला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;आदर्श होउसिंग घोटाला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;और ना जाने कौन कौन से घोटाले अभी उजागर होने वाले है &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;आप लोग जोक्स फॉरवर्ड करते ही हो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;इसे भी इतना फॉरवर्ड करो की पूरा भारत इसे पढ़े &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="color: black; font-family: 'Mangal','serif';"&gt;और एक आन्दोलन बन जाये&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6996929668268728267?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6996929668268728267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6996929668268728267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6996929668268728267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6996929668268728267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='एक आन्दोलन बन जाये'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-8949441250538412839</id><published>2011-07-01T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:03:31.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>For All professionals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the wake of two shocking incidents that took place in Bangalore and Hyderabad, couples committing suicide because of extra-marital affairs with their colleagues.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just thought of writing a small article on how to avoid such incidents.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is really a serious matter and if not dealt on at an early stage could lead to such incidents in our personal life too.&amp;nbsp; I have done research on human behavior and psychology and am trying to put-in some text which may (or may not) be helpful to you.&amp;nbsp; Never-the-less I feel it's worth knowing such things and if possible every individual can make a conscious effort to more or less follow the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't take advice but taking good advice may do you no harm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are not married, this is the best article before starting a new relationship if you are ready for it, it will only help you to lead a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend 40/45/50/60 hours a week with our colleagues.&amp;nbsp; This is the most we spend with any members of our family.&amp;nbsp; So it's obvious they are an integral part of our life.&amp;nbsp; Good, understood.&amp;nbsp; But an important point to remember is colleagues are colleagues and not friends and if you think they are friends then you are highly mistaken.&amp;nbsp; Imagine working together for 9 hours a day together and then returning home and continuing to talk with your colleague on phone.&amp;nbsp; This is what happened with that Infosys guy who could not stand this behavior of his wife and killed her and committed suicide.&amp;nbsp; Which husband would like his wife talking on phone with her colleague and that too male counterpart? Or which wife will like her husband doing the same? Just keep yourself in that situation and see.&amp;nbsp; Anger will creep in within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever gossip or topic you want to discuss with your colleagues do it during office hours and once you are out of office forget about your work and your colleagues unless it's official matter.&lt;br /&gt;Just check this unnecessary talk…&lt;br /&gt;A guy and her colleague walk out of office at 6.30p.m every day.&amp;nbsp; At 7.30 or 8.00 the guy calls that female;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hi, how are you? Where have you reached? (Don't you know how she is and where she must be at this time?)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I am fine.&amp;nbsp; Reached home!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Guy: What are you cooking today?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: So and so&lt;br /&gt;(Now here the lady knows that the guy has called to flirt with her and the call is unnecessary.&amp;nbsp; It's the duty of the female to say something to avoid that guy.&amp;nbsp; If she doesn't at this stage then this call will be going for another 30-45 mins and questions like 'When will you be taking bath? What time you will sleep? What will you bring for me for breakfast for tomorrow will creep in?' and imagine the state of the family members of that lady at this point.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect the lady to come and talk with them for sometime but here this lady is enjoying a talk with the guy with whom she has been working since morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder such people will have a horrendous married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple thing to think about is Say you are not married.&amp;nbsp; You go to office and come back say at 6.00 in the evening.&amp;nbsp; You have so much of time left.&amp;nbsp; Can't you read some books and increase your knowledge rather than spending one-two hours on mobile.&amp;nbsp; Girls can start experimenting with new dishes.&amp;nbsp; Main thing to understand is such gossiping on calls becomes on habit and bad habits die-hard.&amp;nbsp; You will be addicted to talking and this can be bad as time goes on.&amp;nbsp; One you start working you have to come out of college life.&amp;nbsp; In college you could enjoy, flirt, and do anything you wanted.&amp;nbsp; But this is real life.&amp;nbsp; Be responsible or else you will be responsible for your terrible life and the life if your husband/wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any person no matter who he/she is would never like his/her wife/husband having such relationship with her/his colleagues.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys see to it that you don't put a habit of calling you female-colleagues after office hours or on weekends or holidays, even if they provoke you or give missed calls.&amp;nbsp; Let them spend time with their family members or other friends.&amp;nbsp; You also do the same.&amp;nbsp; Good girls don't give missed calls.&amp;nbsp; And girls who give stay away from them.&amp;nbsp; You can talk as much as you want in office.&amp;nbsp; And if any guy calls a gal then it is not bad to say 'No, Let's talk in office' or 'I am busy, talk with you tomorrow' to that guy.&amp;nbsp; Do it twice and they will automatically stop calling.&amp;nbsp; Guys have this habit of flirting and you allowing them to flirt will only help them do more.&amp;nbsp; Relationships can always be maintained in right manner.&amp;nbsp; Never succumb to emotional pressure like 'You don't want to talk with me or what' or 'You can call him but you can't call me' or 'You talk for so and so time with her but with me only this much'.&amp;nbsp; Some people fall for this because they don't want to lose him/her.&amp;nbsp; Again I say colleague is not a friend.&amp;nbsp; They are just here to work and keep on moving in their life.&amp;nbsp; They go to other company, go for growth and so on.&amp;nbsp; They will not wait for you in the same office to be with you forever.&amp;nbsp; So don't be emotionally attached with your colleagues.&amp;nbsp; They are competitors and always on their toes to show you down in front of seniors and managers.&amp;nbsp; You may not realize now but this is a fact, be ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a girl getting married and someone says to her to be husband that guy over there is the one who regularly calls your wife or your wife gives missed calls or calls that guy.&amp;nbsp; Always this thing will remain on the back of his mind.&amp;nbsp; Similarly someone tells the bride that your groom always keeps calling that girl or vice-versa….&amp;nbsp; Imagine yourself at that place.&amp;nbsp; Situations arise because we allow them to.&amp;nbsp; No one can lead ideal life but we can always make a sincere effort to lead one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note to be taken about: (strictly male to female and female to male contexts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your colleague calls you just check out whether if he calls others also and if he doesn't then find out why? No guy will call other girl if he is not interested in that girl.&amp;nbsp; In a group there can be five females but it's not necessary that a guy calls all five.&amp;nbsp; He will only call the one on whom he is interested.&amp;nbsp; Similarly, a girl will not give missed call to everyone.&amp;nbsp; If she gives then she must be really lonely.&amp;nbsp; Stay away from them or you will be caught in their loving talk.&amp;nbsp; Guys normally fall for girls because of their beauty or their talk.&amp;nbsp; So if a guy colleague comes to you and proposes you then it's not his mistake completely, it's more of yours because you were the one who used to give him that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you become a topic of gossip among your fellow colleagues if they come to know that one of their colleagues is calling you and not calling others.&amp;nbsp; And there is nothing more dangerous than office gossip.&amp;nbsp; It can cost you your job and just remember how easily you got this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please keep your office and its people at office and lead a normal happy life for your good and for the good of your spouse.&amp;nbsp; Send it to your colleagues, friends, relatives, parents and everyone and avoid incidents like the one mentioned at the beginning of this article.&amp;nbsp; If you feel anyone is doing anything mentioned above then just go and tell him/her.&amp;nbsp; You will be helping someone in their life." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-8949441250538412839?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-all-professionals.html' title='For All professionals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/8949441250538412839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=8949441250538412839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8949441250538412839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8949441250538412839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-all-professionals.html' title='For All professionals'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-3380049818788738368</id><published>2011-06-28T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T03:50:28.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Selecting a Software Bridegroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation about the process of selecting a software bridegroom.... Enjoy reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidhya: hey! what is the matter you have called up all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Nithya : do u remember that my parents gave my horoscope, to search for&lt;br /&gt;a suitable match, to many people? So many horoscopes of the groom has&lt;br /&gt;come.. in that 4-5 seems to match.. I don't know which one to select, I&lt;br /&gt;am confused because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidhya: what is the confusion about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nithya: horoscopes of many software engineers have come.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't know whom I must select among this. You are a&lt;br /&gt;software engineer na pls give me some suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vidhya: not a problem at all. So tell me the position that each one&lt;br /&gt;holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nithya: first is a "manager".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vidhya: manager?? Then he will showcast himself that he is busy always.&lt;br /&gt;But he will not do anything properly. He will get u 1 kg of rice and ask&lt;br /&gt;you to prepare for the whole area say a village. He will get you mutton&lt;br /&gt;and ask you to prepare chicken 65. Even if you protest telling you can't&lt;br /&gt;make it, he'll not accept. He will tell you to work hard day and night&lt;br /&gt;to prepare it. He will also tell he'll provide you with the night cab.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you ask how can I prepare chicken 65 out of it by sitting day&lt;br /&gt;and night he will not accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nithya: ohh..so dangerous he is!! Then I must escape. Next is a "test engineer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vidhya: he is more dangerous than the other person. Whatever you do he&lt;br /&gt;will correctly tell only the fault in it. Even if you try to surprise&lt;br /&gt;him with 10 variety of food, he will tell the item which does not have&lt;br /&gt;salt in it. If you ask him "will you not at least tell that it is good",&lt;br /&gt;he will reply back saying it is your duty to make it good so why must I&lt;br /&gt;tell that. He is sooo good ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nithya: then a NO to him also. Next is the "performance test engineer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vidhya: he is another specimen.. even if everything is good, he will ask&lt;br /&gt;why did it take this much time. If you take 10 minutes to make a coffee,&lt;br /&gt;he will question you asking why you have taken 10 min for a coffee which&lt;br /&gt;can be done within 5 min. Even if you say that he is talking about the&lt;br /&gt;instant coffee while you have made the filter coffee, he will not&lt;br /&gt;accept. The same will be with all the work you do. You must not think&lt;br /&gt;about this person if you want to do make up in your life !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nithya: then! you mean to say that we should not marry software guys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidhya: who said like that?? In software there is one more group. They&lt;br /&gt;are called the developers group. How much ever you hit them they will bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nithya: then tell about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidhya: you don't have to do anything. They will do everything&lt;br /&gt;themselves. If we sit back and just boost them it is enough. But the&lt;br /&gt;problem with them is- they will say "I know it" whatever you ask them.&lt;br /&gt;Even that is ok. They will bear how much ever you hit them but the&lt;br /&gt;condition is you must keep saying "you are too good" after hitting them&lt;br /&gt;every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nithya: this is superb. Then we must search for this kind of a groom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-3380049818788738368?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-life-starts-only-when-you-stop.html' title='Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/3380049818788738368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=3380049818788738368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/3380049818788738368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/3380049818788738368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-life-starts-only-when-you-stop.html' title='Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-4548193066314763743</id><published>2011-06-28T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:36:58.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><title type='text'>Respect HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;To all the guys who read this…..please read fully &lt;br /&gt;and understand………….. &lt;br /&gt;To all the girls who read this……….... An excellent forward……please read fully..... and forward to &lt;br /&gt;the boys you know………. &lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful article: &lt;br /&gt;T he woman in your life...very well expressed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry herwith these facts as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are; &lt;br /&gt;Who is earning almost as much as you do; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has dreams and aspirations just as &lt;br /&gt;you have because she is as human as you are; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your &lt;br /&gt;Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system &lt;br /&gt;that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has lived and loved her parents &amp;amp; brothers &amp;amp; sisters, almost as &lt;br /&gt;much as you do for 20-25 years of her life; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook &lt;br /&gt;food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, &lt;br /&gt;and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother, &lt;br /&gt;a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as &lt;br /&gt;to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply&lt;br /&gt;Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who can be late from work once in a while whendeadlines, just like yours, are to be met; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, &lt;br /&gt;relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some&lt;br /&gt;and trust her; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not many guys understand this...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please appreciate "HER" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlmLoiu5-Ls/TgmOGFjdquI/AAAAAAAACFs/Im3EBKBvcdk/s1600/ATT00001..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlmLoiu5-Ls/TgmOGFjdquI/AAAAAAAACFs/Im3EBKBvcdk/s320/ATT00001..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCuhsA8m7os/TgmOJMs6BaI/AAAAAAAACF0/PP_UQYAkin0/s1600/ATT00002..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I told her, 'Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it  must be our eyes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and told me, 'You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years,&lt;br /&gt;Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, 'No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one year, my grandfather died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the&lt;br /&gt;second time I saw him cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good-bye to my Grandfather. She asked me, 'Do you know the most important body part&lt;br /&gt;yet, my dear?' I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me..&lt;br /&gt;She saw the confusion on my face and told me, 'This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you  were wrong and I have  given you an example why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, 'My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, 'Is it because it holds up my head?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one.&lt;br /&gt;It is made for others and not for yourself. It is sympathetic to the pain of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did . But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origination of this letter is unknown, but it brings a blessing to everyone who passes it on.  Good friends are like stars...You don't  always see them, but you always know they are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2329966798147260772?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/most-important-part-of-body.html' title='Most important part of the Body'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2329966798147260772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2329966798147260772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2329966798147260772'/><link rel='self' 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something to tell&lt;br /&gt;As you dropped a stinking bombshell&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, farewell my friend&lt;br /&gt;With words I spell&lt;br /&gt;It all out in a nutshell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, farewell my friend&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;When you take off today for good&lt;br /&gt;Farewell I say with a broken mood&lt;br /&gt;Farewell there goes my wedding bell&lt;br /&gt;Farewell there goes your innocent smell&lt;br /&gt;Farewell there goes our fun in and out of hotels&lt;br /&gt;Farewell I hope that life treats you well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell in your ventures&lt;br /&gt;Our spent time is my treasure&lt;br /&gt;Your heart must wander to where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;Friend, I only urge you to be strong&lt;br /&gt;With love you can simply do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;I say it with these words tipping off my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, farewell my friend&lt;br /&gt;I am a great believer&lt;br /&gt;Farewell is not forever&lt;br /&gt;I say not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, farewell my friend&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;You weren’t meant to stay&lt;br /&gt;I will do nothing to detain&lt;br /&gt;You from flying on that plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, farewell my friend&lt;br /&gt;I say with pain&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, farewell my friend&lt;br /&gt;In sunshine or in rain&lt;br /&gt;One day, one day&lt;br /&gt;I know we’ll see again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, farewell my friend&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand and pretend&lt;br /&gt;That a part me&lt;br /&gt;With you, would still like to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-8902734632765946185?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/8902734632765946185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=8902734632765946185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8902734632765946185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8902734632765946185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/farewell-for-my-friend.html' title='Farewell for my friend'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-176455196109224912</id><published>2011-06-23T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:07:15.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><title type='text'>Human brain analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women - Multiple process &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's brain is designed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;concentrate multiple tasks at a time &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;Women can Watch a TV and Talk over phone and cook the new recipe. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men - Single Process &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's brain designed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;concentrate only one work at a time &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;. Men cannot watch a TV and talk over the phone at the same time. He stops the TV while Talking. He can either watch TV or talk overthe phone or cook. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;easily learn many languages &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-size: large;"&gt;. Her brain sets up. But cannot find the solutions to problems. &lt;br /&gt;Men cannot easily learn languages; he can easily solve the problems. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3 year old gal has three times higher vocabulary than a 3 year old boy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANALYTICAL SKILL &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's brain has lot of space for handling the analytical process &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;. So easily he can analyze and find the solution for a process. &lt;br /&gt;He can design (blue print) a map of a building easily. &lt;br /&gt;If a complex map is viewed by women, she cannot understand it. She cannot understand the details of the map easily. &lt;br /&gt;For her it is dump of lines in a paper. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAR DRIVING. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving a car, men's analytical spaces are used in his brain. He can drive a car fast. If he see an object at long distance, immediately his brain classifies the object's (bus or van or car) direction and speed of the object and drive accordingly. Where as women take a long time to recognize the object direction/ speed. His single process mind stops the audio in the car (if any), then concentrating only on the driving. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can often watch, while men driving the car fast, the women sit next to him will shout, "GO SLOW" , "CARE FULL", "AAHHH", "OHH GOD.." ..etc.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;men lie to women face to face, they get caught easily &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Her super natural brain observes the facial expression 70%, and the body language 20% and the words coming from the mouth 10%. So he is easily caught while lying. &lt;br /&gt;Men's brain does not have this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women easily lie to men face to face &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, While lying to your girls, use phone, or letter or close all the lights or cover your/her face with blanket.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day, if men have lot of problems, his brain clearly classifies the problems and puts the problems in individual rooms in the brain and then finds the solution one by one. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see many guys looking at the sky for a long time. If you disturb him, he gets irritated. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Day, if women have lot of problems, her brain can not classify the problems. she wants some one to hear that. After telling everything to a person she goes happily to bed. She does not worry about the problem being solved or not. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STATUS, SUCCESS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;, solutions, big process... etc &lt;br /&gt;Women want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RELATIONSHIP &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;, friends, family...etc... &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNHAPPY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e26200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If women are unhappy with their relations, they can not concentrate on work. &lt;br /&gt;If menare unhappy with their work, they can not concentrate on the relations.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424200; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAP &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can easily locate the place in a complex map. His analytical brain does this. &lt;br /&gt;While watching a cricket match in a stadium with full of crowd, men can leave his seat to tea shop and keeps everything in his mind and comes back to his seat with out problems. He uses his analytical skills space of brain. &lt;br /&gt;Women can't do this. They often lose their way to their seat. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very easy to Men. One good job,( &lt;i&gt;One alcohol bottle is enough for them - Optional &lt;/i&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;Women want everything in life. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEECH &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women use indirect languages in speech. &lt;br /&gt;Merlin asked Sam, "Sam do you like to have a cup of coffee?" &lt;br /&gt;This means, Merlin wants a cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men use direct language. "Merlin, I want to have a cup of coffee, Pls stop the car when you see a coffee shop". &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDLING EMOTION &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women talk a lot without thinking. &lt;br /&gt;Men act a lot with out thinking. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why many of prisoners are men all over the world. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-176455196109224912?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/human-brain-analysis.html' title='Human brain analysis'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/176455196109224912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=176455196109224912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/176455196109224912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/176455196109224912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/human-brain-analysis.html' title='Human brain analysis'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-5550469461257722816</id><published>2011-06-23T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T07:26:42.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spousal Relationship'/><title type='text'>How to Marry the Right Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finding Miss or Mr. Right is not always an easy thing to do. Once you  think you've found the right person, you may have doubts. Having doubts  about who you are marrying is not only normal, having doubts is healthy.  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Hopefully you already know that you shouldn't marry someone who drinks  too much, spends too much, works too much, brags too much, uses drugs or  other illegal behavior, or is unfaithful, cruel, or dishonest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Happiness and Emotional Support&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Although expecting a spouse to make you feel happy all the time is  unreasonable, being with the right person can bring happiness and a  sense of personal strength to your life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will know you are marrying the right person when you  feel support and encouragement about your own growth both emotionally  and intellectually. The right person will want you to be emotionally  healthy and able to stand on your own two feet. When you are with the  right person you will feel good about yourself, safe, and fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/keysforsuccess/a/supportive.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right person will not be negative, selfish, wishy washy,  silent, embarrassing, critical, or a slob. Why spend your life with a  jerk?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will know you are marrying the right person if your future spouse  says "I love you" not only in words spoken, but by loving actions. We  define loving actions as doing things such as noticing when you are  tired, remembering your birthday, wanting to spend time with you,  listening to you, showing you respect, calling if you are running late,  showing you affection, being patient with you if you don't understand  something, kissing you hello and goodbye, and  hugging you for no  special reason.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right person is someone who you like and who is your friend. The  right person will enjoy spending time with you.Your love and your  marriage will slowly fade if the two of you are not friends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;.Having different likes and different opinions is okay as long as the two  of you agree to disagree. Although you may not always agree with one  another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Understanding that the only constant in life is change, the right person  is willing to discuss marriage issues, questions, and topics with you  both before and after you get married.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right person will encourage you to make decisions to live a healthy  lifestyle by eating healthier foods and getting exercise. The right  person will want to work with you to balance your work and personal  lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling as if you are the only one picking things up around the house or  taking care of the kids can get old. The right person is willing to  share in the responsibilities of your home and future children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The right person will trust you,share with you and not monitor you,.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You shouldn't have to defend wanting privacy or time alone. You will  know you are marrying the right person when you are not questioned about  your need for time alone or personal space.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-5550469461257722816?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-marry-right-person.html' title='How to Marry the Right Person'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/5550469461257722816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=5550469461257722816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5550469461257722816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5550469461257722816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-marry-right-person.html' title='How to Marry the Right Person'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-5002747890734587057</id><published>2011-06-22T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:48:12.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>ONE BEDROOM FLAT…</title><content type='html'>A Bitter Reality WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald’s and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I decide to go to India… But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn’t get any holidays and thus could not go to India … The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple more years passed away, much to my children’s dislike and my wife’s joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India… My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA… I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India… I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered was it worth all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, even after staying in India,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remains ‘was all this worth it?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still searching for an answer……………..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START THINKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS BEYOND THIS …..DON’T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START LIVING IT …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE …….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-5002747890734587057?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-bedroom-flat.html' title='ONE BEDROOM FLAT…'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/5002747890734587057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=5002747890734587057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5002747890734587057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5002747890734587057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-bedroom-flat.html' title='ONE BEDROOM FLAT…'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-5859180824561206016</id><published>2011-06-14T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T03:20:03.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Ten commandments of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;1). Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2).&amp;nbsp; So why a Car's &lt;b&gt;WINDSHIELD&lt;/b&gt; is so large &amp;amp; the Rear view Mirror is so small? Because our &lt;b&gt;PAST&lt;/b&gt; is not as important as our &lt;b&gt;FUTURE&lt;/b&gt;. So, Look Ahead and Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3). Friendship is like a &lt;b&gt;BOOK&lt;/b&gt;. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4). All things in life are temporary. If going well, enjoy it, they will not last forever. If going wrong, don't worry, they can't last long either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5). Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don't forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6). Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7). When &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when &lt;b&gt;GOD &lt;/b&gt;doesn't solve your problems HE has faith in your abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8). A blind person asked St. Anthony: "Can there be anything worse than losing eye sight?" He replied: "Yes, losing your vision!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9). When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them, and sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10). &lt;b&gt;WORRYING&lt;/b&gt; does not take away tomorrow's &lt;b&gt;TROUBLES&lt;/b&gt;, it takes away today's &lt;b&gt;PEACE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-5859180824561206016?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/ten-commandments-of-life.html' title='Ten commandments of life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/5859180824561206016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=5859180824561206016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5859180824561206016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5859180824561206016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/ten-commandments-of-life.html' title='Ten commandments of life'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-4497788987811583181</id><published>2011-06-10T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:54:09.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>Good Story of Narayana Murty &amp; Sudha Murty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;An excellent and Great Love Story of Narayana Murthy (Infosys Founder) and Sudha (From Sudha's Autobiography) - pls dont miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Story of Narayana Murthy (Infosys Founder) and Sudha (From Sudha's Autobiography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco(TataMotors). Most of the books that Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy,bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner. I was a bit taken aback as I thought the young man was making a very fast move. I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murty was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 p.m .. at Green Fields hotel on the Main Road ,Pune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went there at 7' o ! clock since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr. Murty waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murty maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at 7 so that I could meet him... And I maintain that I did not say any such thing consciously or unconsciously because I did not think of Murty as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murty's experiences abroad and the books that he has read. My friends insisted that Murty as trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one fine day, after dinner Murty said, I want to tell you something. I knew this   was it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middle class family. I can never become rich in my life an! d I can never give you any riches. You are beautiful, bright, and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me? I asked Murty to give me some time for an answer. My father didn't want me to marry a wannabe politician, (a communist at that) who didn't have a steady job and wanted to build an orphanage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Hubli I told my parents about Murty and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murty was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and comes from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications etc? Murty was working as a research assistant and was earning less than me. He was willing to go dutch with me on our outings. My parents agreed to meet Murty in Pune on a particular day at10 a. m sharp. Murty did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12noon Murty turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay , was stuck in a traffic jam on the ghats, so he hired a taxi(though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. My father asked him what he wanted to become in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murty said he wanted to become a politician in the communist party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. NO. I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself didn't have money to support his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, today, I have opened many orphanages   something, which Murty wanted to do 25 years ago. By this time I realized I had developed a liking towards Murty which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry Murty because he is an honest man. He proposed to me highlighting the negatives in his life. I promised my father that I will not marry Murty without his blessings though at the same time, I cannot marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murty promised to take up a steady job. But Murty refused saying he will not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. So, I was caught between the two most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stalemate continued for three years during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. In those days, Murty was always broke. Moreover, he didn't earn much to manage. Ironically today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd., one of the world's most reputed companies. He always owed me money. We used to go for dinner and he would say, I don't have money with me, you pay my share, I will return it to you later. For three years I maintained a book on Murty's debt to me.. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount was a little over Rs 4000. During this interim period Murty quit his job as research assistant and started his own software business. Now, I had to pay his salary too! Towards the late 70s computers were entering India in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the fag end of 1977 Murty decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni computers in Bombay .. But before he joined the company he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murty had a decent job, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE MARRIED IN MURTY'S HOUSE IN BANGALORE ON FEBRUARY 10, 1978 WITH ONLY OUR TWO FAMILIES PRESENT.I GOT MY FIRST SILK SARI. THE WEDDING EXPENSES CAME TO ONLY RS 800 (US $17) WITH MURTY AND I POOLING IN RS 400 EACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the US with Murty after marriage. Murty encouraged me to see America on my own because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months on backpack and had interesting experiences which will remain fresh in my mind forever. Like the time when the New York police took me into custody because they thought I was an Italian trafficking drugs in Harlem . Or the time when I spent the night at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with an old couple. Murty panicked because he couldn't get a response from my hotel room even at midnight. He thought I was either killed or kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 1981 MURTY WANTED TO START INFOSYS. HE HAD A VISION AND ZERO CAPITAL...initially I was very apprehensive about Murty getting into business. We did not have any business background ... Moreover we were living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular pay check and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murty was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typical of Murty, he just had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day, without his knowledge and told him, This is all I have. Take it. I give you three years sabbatical leave. I will take care of the&lt;br /&gt;financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams without any worry. But you&lt;br /&gt;have only three years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murty and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981,with enormous interest and hard work. In 1982 I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murty. We bought a small house on loan which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cum-programmer. I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with Walchand group of Industries to support the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1983 Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore . Murty moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murty left for the US on project work. I saw him only after a year, as I was unable to join Murty in the US because my son had infantile eczema, an allergy to vaccinations. So for more than a year I did not step outside our home for fear of my son contracting an infection. It was only after Rohan got all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. My father&lt;br /&gt;presented Murty a scooter to commute. I once again became a cook, programmer, clerk,&lt;br /&gt;secretary, office assistant et al. Nandan Nilekani (MD of Infosys) and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programs for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, and just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. It was not only me but also the wives of other partners too who gave their unstinted support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a big joint family, taking care and looking out for one another. I still remember Sudha Gopalakrishna looking after my daughter Akshata with all care and love while Kumari Shibulal cooked for all of us. Murty made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together... I was involved with Infosys initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandan Nilekani suggested I should be on the Board but Murty said he did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with Infosys, I will withdraw, happily. I was pained to know that I will not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I am qualified to do and love doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a couple of days to grasp the reason behind Murty's request..I realized that to make Infosys a success one had to give one's 100 percent. One had to be focussed on it alone with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 percent to Infosys then what would happen to our home and our children? One of us had to take care of our home while the other took care of Infosys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted to be a homemaker, after all Infosys was Murty's dream. It was a big sacrifice but it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murty says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-4497788987811583181?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-story-of-narayana-murty-sudha.html' title='Good Story of Narayana Murty &amp; Sudha Murty'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/4497788987811583181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=4497788987811583181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4497788987811583181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4497788987811583181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-story-of-narayana-murty-sudha.html' title='Good Story of Narayana Murty &amp; Sudha Murty'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6576090048583374903</id><published>2011-06-10T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:50:01.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>My First Date</title><content type='html'>I still remember the first date I ever went on in my life. Usually&lt;br /&gt;first dates are memorable to everyone but for me it was something&lt;br /&gt;that I can never forget. I went out for my first date with my high&lt;br /&gt;school crush when I was in class eleven. It was a day that I planned&lt;br /&gt;for weeks and finally she, Rachna, agreed to come out with me,&lt;br /&gt;Prasun Roy! In school who was famous for being a person with a cool&lt;br /&gt;attitude with no constraints from the family end, whose parents were&lt;br /&gt;more of buddies than dominating guardians! However the fact remained&lt;br /&gt;that I too was from a middle class family with core values and&lt;br /&gt;principles like all others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home I lied to my parents that I was going out for a school&lt;br /&gt;excursion and managed to get the approval of my parents and finally&lt;br /&gt;the day arrived.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short lunch at a funky restaurant, Rachna and I went hand in&lt;br /&gt;hand for a movie. As the evening was drawing to a close we were&lt;br /&gt;roaming in the streets of  "New Market" talking to each other, about&lt;br /&gt;each other. Life suddenly seemed so beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, out of the forgotten multitude that was also&lt;br /&gt;walking in the same street, I could see a familiar face quite&lt;br /&gt;distinct- why I didn't know. As realization embraced my&lt;br /&gt;consciousness, I comprehended that the face of the person&lt;br /&gt;approaching me from the other side was of none other than but my&lt;br /&gt;FATHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a fraction of a second all romanticism vanished from my heart&lt;br /&gt;and a fear engrossed it instead. I could interpret in that short&lt;br /&gt;time the amount of humility and shame I would face suddenly as my&lt;br /&gt;father would recognize me, scold me after we meet, and that was&lt;br /&gt;inevitable! Apart from the scorn that I would face at home, I could&lt;br /&gt;also feel the embarrassment I would face in front of Rachna, who&lt;br /&gt;recognized as the cool guy ... in school as well as back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crippled with the fear I only prayed that the earth would open up&lt;br /&gt;and I would hide there from all the humility. However there seemed&lt;br /&gt;no practical escape from it. Then some thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father came near me, along with the now not-so-forgotten&lt;br /&gt;multitude, looked into my eyes as a stranger and passed by me&lt;br /&gt;rubbing his shoulder against mine and passed by without even&lt;br /&gt;recognizing me. It was the biggest shock and relief of my life. I&lt;br /&gt;still don't know which emotion was predominant at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime, Rachna went away to her home oblivious of the fact&lt;br /&gt;what ever I just revealed, and I came back to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home that night, life seemed to me like a prison. I went for&lt;br /&gt;dinner with a fearful heart and a lost appetite. To my surprise,&lt;br /&gt;everything was so very normal. My mother served dinner and we all&lt;br /&gt;ate the usual way. This made my life more miserable. I quickly&lt;br /&gt;finished my food and went back to my room. Questions crowded my mind&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't figure out what might have happened after my father&lt;br /&gt;came back home and revealed about my forged romantic rendezvous. Why&lt;br /&gt;everything was still so normal pained my mind even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently my father calmly came into my room and sat beside me. I&lt;br /&gt;looked into his eyes with fear in mine but discovered a smooth&lt;br /&gt;comfort in his! He soothingly asked, "So Sunny Boy, how was your&lt;br /&gt;date, I must say she was a pretty and sweet lady!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like somewhat mesmerized I revealed everything to him about my first&lt;br /&gt;date and added, "Dad, it was simply out of this world, but the day&lt;br /&gt;passed away like a few minutes only!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said, "You know what, Albert Einstein once said ...&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand on a hot oven for a minute and it would seem like and&lt;br /&gt;hour; put your hand upon those of a pretty lady for an hour and it&lt;br /&gt;would seem like a minute! Now that's relativity. Its all relative,&lt;br /&gt;the fact is how much you cherish what you gained ... RIGHT! This is&lt;br /&gt;the biggest lesson of life my son"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen my father being like this before; he was more of a&lt;br /&gt;buddy than my guardian actually. I could feel within me that I would&lt;br /&gt;never ever be able to hide anything else from him, he actually&lt;br /&gt;understood me much more than my own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for an hour and I would remember those words forever&lt;br /&gt;perhaps! I couldn't interpret whether it was my First Date with my&lt;br /&gt;dream girl or the First Date of knowing my father actually. However&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I realized how much I loved and respected my father&lt;br /&gt;after that. Just as he was leaving my room I called him and&lt;br /&gt;said "Thank You daddy! Thank you so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us knew what I was thankful for and required no mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;He turned towards me with his dreamy eyes and said these words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey son, how could I ever let you down my child, never! I would&lt;br /&gt;just say, whatever happens in life and whomever you love in your&lt;br /&gt;life and to whatever degree, you only remember one thing that your&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has loved you 18 years more than that. 18 years more than that&lt;br /&gt;dear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He switched off the light and went to his room. In the mild blue and&lt;br /&gt;gray of the moonlight ushering into my room through the window I too&lt;br /&gt;could feel one thing ... Yes, its truly 18 more years of Love, I, or&lt;br /&gt;any child, can never ever cover up! It was in fact my First Date,&lt;br /&gt;the first one of actually realizing the Love I had taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;for all those Eighteen Years perhaps! It truly was so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6576090048583374903?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-first-date.html' title='My First Date'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6576090048583374903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6576090048583374903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6576090048583374903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6576090048583374903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-first-date.html' title='My First Date'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-361588991077553276</id><published>2011-06-10T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T03:28:09.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>9 Promises Should Be Taken Before Choosing Software Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;1) I have already enjoyed my life in childhood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Each one of the student in class started&lt;br /&gt;staring at her. With all those stares, new faces, new city, new school, she&lt;br /&gt;was scared to death. She moved slowly to where her teacher was standing and&lt;br /&gt;faced the class with lowered head as if it were a punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Samyuktha introduce yourself to class. Why are you lowering your head?&lt;br /&gt;Stand straight up. Don't waste the time of the class" said teacher somewhat&lt;br /&gt;sternly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Samyuktha..I..I...I know no English much..i..i.." said&lt;br /&gt;samyuktha&lt;br /&gt;with a very feeble voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class started giggling and started hush-hushing comments on&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha. The teacher asked Samyuktha to go back to her seat hearing the&lt;br /&gt;commotion in the class and asked the class to be quite. Samyuktha almost&lt;br /&gt;had tears in her eyes. She was lost in her own world for the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Interval she sat alone at her desk, looking at her book but not&lt;br /&gt;looking at the words but thinking about the world she left back in her&lt;br /&gt;small town, Varanasi. "Hi" said a voice. Samyuktha looked up to see a girl&lt;br /&gt;standing there. She was slightly dark complexioned, with a smiling face,&lt;br /&gt;and had hair exactly like Samyuktha's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Prachi, your classmate. Why are you not having lunch?" said prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a..umm..i not feeling hungry much." replied Samyuktha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? Common I know you felt bad when the class laughed at you. Even I&lt;br /&gt;felt bad but don't care about them. If you don't eat, you will become sick.&lt;br /&gt;Did you bring your lunch box?" said Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha felt a sense of relief after hearing what Prachi said and started&lt;br /&gt;feeling hungry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I brought. Will you eat with me?"asked Samyuktha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sure. Lets go outside and eat. We will have some fresh air" said&lt;br /&gt;prachi and took samyuktha's hand and went outside the class to a playground. Both&lt;br /&gt;sat and started eating together. They shared a bit of each others lunch&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so, you miss your old school..isnt it?" asked prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes a lot. I am from Varanasi. Daddy got transfer here. I got no admission&lt;br /&gt;here as my English is poor but daddy gave donation and I got admission..i&lt;br /&gt;will fail sure" said samyuktha sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh don't be sad Samyuktha. I will help you. You will learn everything&lt;br /&gt;easily. Where is your house?" asked Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Vasant Kunj, Phase-1" said Samyuktha. "hey even I stay in same place!"&lt;br /&gt;said Prachi happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it." Said Samyuktha gladly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, now don't worry at all. We both can study together." Said Prachi&lt;br /&gt;assuring Samyuktha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey can I call you Samyu?" asked prachi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sure, my friends in Varanasicall me with same name. I am happy" said&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha with a glitter in her eyes. Thus the friendship between Prachi&lt;br /&gt;and Samyuktha started in the 6th standard/grade which grew manifold during the&lt;br /&gt;years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha had an intelligent mind which needed some shining and polishing&lt;br /&gt;whereas Prachi was a creative person. Samyuktha and Prachi became best&lt;br /&gt;friends during their first year together itself. They were totally&lt;br /&gt;inseparable. Due to them, both the families of Samyuktha and Prachi too&lt;br /&gt;became good family friends. Samyuktha just about managed to clear her 6th&lt;br /&gt;grade but later with Prachi's support she became more and more confidant.&lt;br /&gt;Prachi used to force Samyuktha to be a flamboyant and aggressive in school&lt;br /&gt;activities which boosted Samyuktha's inner confidence. Samyuktha overcame&lt;br /&gt;all her inhibitions within few years. Prachi was very jovial and used to&lt;br /&gt;crack jokes which Samyuktha cherished. The whole class used to be jealous&lt;br /&gt;of&amp;nbsp; their friendship. Samyuktha and Prachi both excelled with good marks in&lt;br /&gt;their 12th standard and both got admission in B.tech in DelhiUniversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all these years Samyuktha became very outgoing person. She was now&lt;br /&gt;no more the person which she was 6years ago. She became a smart, stylish&lt;br /&gt;and trendy by the time she turned 18. Prachi on the other hand remained same.&lt;br /&gt;Prachi still doted on Samyuktha and was very possessive about her.&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha started drawing lot of attention in college. Due to her looks and attitude,&lt;br /&gt;boys went crazy for her on the other hand Prachi was not at all&lt;br /&gt;approachable and she hardly cared about her looks. Samyuktha started loving the&lt;br /&gt;attention showered on her from her B.tech classmates. She participated in a fashion&lt;br /&gt;parade in College's annual function and with that she became an instant hit&lt;br /&gt;through out the college. Prachi always used to pull back Samyuktha to the&lt;br /&gt;ground and asked her not to neglect her studies. Other than Prachi,&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha started having her own circle of friends in college. When Prachi&lt;br /&gt;and Samyuktha were together, Samyuktha's friends used to talk to her but&lt;br /&gt;didn't give much attention to Prachi. Samyuktha did try to mingle Prachi&lt;br /&gt;with her other friends but Prachi didn't show much interest. There were lot&lt;br /&gt;of times when Samyuktha bunked her classes and Prachi used to make a copy&lt;br /&gt;of notes for Samyuktha too. As Samyuktha became more and more involved in&lt;br /&gt;other activities of college rather than studies, Prachi became too much involved&lt;br /&gt;with her academics and had very few friends or one can say acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;other than Samyuktha. During 2nd year of B.tech, Prachi and Samyuktha&lt;br /&gt;started having some arguments and fights. Samyuktha wanted to enjoy the&lt;br /&gt;college life with fun and being naughty sometimes. Prachi on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;didn't approve with Samyuktha's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during 3rd year of college when Aakash, the 4th year B.tech student&lt;br /&gt;entered Samyuktha's life. He was supposed to be the most handsome guy of&lt;br /&gt;the college. Aakash had the looks of a model with a very sexy voice due to&lt;br /&gt;which he used to compere most of the college shows. Aakash came in touch with&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha through some common friends and instantly fell in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha, was on top of the world when she came to know about Aakash's&lt;br /&gt;feelings. With Samyuktha and Aakash's love affair going strong, Prachi&lt;br /&gt;distanced more and more from Samyuktha. Prachi hated Aakash to the core and&lt;br /&gt;blamed him for ruining the friendship between her and Samyuktha. Samyuktha&lt;br /&gt;who was blind in love, didn't understand the feelings of Prachi. During 3rd&lt;br /&gt;and 4th year of college, Samyuktha and Prachi rarely used to spend&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;Going to each others homes became almost null. Samyuktha started suspecting&lt;br /&gt;Prachi to be jealous of her on the other hand Prachi used to miss Samyuktha&lt;br /&gt;and longed for her to be like her old school friend.&lt;br /&gt;One day during the 4th year of her college, Prachi was alone in her room&lt;br /&gt;and was crying looking at the old photos and greeting cards which she got from&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha for different occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prachi what happened? Why are you crying?" asked Prachi's mom with worried&lt;br /&gt;look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing..its just that" said Prachi trying to wipe of the tears from her&lt;br /&gt;cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kya hua beta..something wrong in college?" said Prachi's mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that Prachi hugged her mom and started sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"arey arey..what is this..i never saw you crying this way..tell me what&lt;br /&gt;happened..did Samyuktha say something to u?" asked Prachi's mom. Prachi's&lt;br /&gt;mom observed the growing distance between Prachi and Samyuktha but she&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;talked about it with Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mom..why do people change in college..why do we get old..school days used&lt;br /&gt;to be so good" said Prachi between her sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"beta..thats life..there's a saying "the only thing which remains constant&lt;br /&gt;is change"..you are not a small girl now..you should understand this..going&lt;br /&gt;to college, getting married, getting career, getting old..all this is part&lt;br /&gt;of life..you should learn to accept this.."said Prachi's mom caressing p's&lt;br /&gt;hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I will never marry in my life for sure. I cannot accept tha some&lt;br /&gt;outsider comes and changes other relationships in life. I will not let that&lt;br /&gt;happen to my life" said Prachi strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi's mom chose not to argue with her at that time and hoped time will&lt;br /&gt;change her attitude towards life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom you know this year Samyu forgot to wish me on my birthday. Since that&lt;br /&gt;Aakash came into her life, nothing else is important to her. And tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;its her birthday and I don't feel like wishing her either" said Prachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not..thats wrong..you should wish her..if you don't wish her there&lt;br /&gt;wont&lt;br /&gt;be difference between you and her. May be after u wish she will realize her&lt;br /&gt;mistake. You should atleast give a try to revive your old friendship." Said&lt;br /&gt;Prachi's mom convincing Prachi to call Samyuktha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When clock struck 12, Prachi decided to call Samyuktha and dialed her&lt;br /&gt;mobile number. Her mobile was engaged. She tried calling 3-4 times more but still&lt;br /&gt;her line was busy. When it was almost 12:30 A.M she thought of calling her&lt;br /&gt;landline but she held back fearing everybody at her home might get&lt;br /&gt;disturbed. Prachi knew that Samyuktha might be busy talking with Aakash and&lt;br /&gt;hated him more. Next day Samyu didn't turn up at college either. After&lt;br /&gt;college, she went straight to Samyuktha's house with a greeting card and a&lt;br /&gt;small painting which she herself did. Samyuktha was not at home as well,&lt;br /&gt;when confronted with her parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Prachi, Samyu is not with you?" asked Samyukhtha's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh...No..Infact I came here to wish her" said Prachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She said she will go with you to Aakash's home. Aakash is leaving to US&lt;br /&gt;today. She said she will see him off to the airport and that you will&lt;br /&gt;accompany her" said samyuktha's mother with a angry tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm oh, actually I was late to college today..may be that's why she went&lt;br /&gt;alone" said Prachi knowing that Samyuktha would have definetly not taken&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;along to meet Aakash and that she simply bluffed her parents. "Anyway&lt;br /&gt;aunty,&lt;br /&gt;once she comes, give her this card and gift" continued Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home Prachi felt happy that Aakash is leaving Indiabut at&lt;br /&gt;the same time felt bad that she was not able to wish Samyuktha personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day in the college, Prachi was eagerly waiting for Samyuktha to come.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to see how she reacted for the card and gift. As soon as&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha entered the class, everybody in the class started wishing her&lt;br /&gt;belated birthday greetings. Many of them showered gifts to her. She greeted&lt;br /&gt;them all with a sad smile. Prachi guessed it must be because Aakash left to&lt;br /&gt;US. After that Samyuktha came to Prachi with a serious expression on her&lt;br /&gt;face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you must be very happy now?" said Samyuktha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi was puzzled, but then she immediately remembered that her parents&lt;br /&gt;might have caught her lying to them. "Samyu I had no idea about your plan&lt;br /&gt;yesterday" said Prachi with innocent look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh don't be so innocent Prachi. The whole class knew I was with Aakash&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last 5 months you never came to my house. Suddenly you came home&lt;br /&gt;yesterday to spoil my day. That was your plan" accused samyuktha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi was shocked with Samyuktha's behavior and was almost in tears "No,&lt;br /&gt;what will I gain with this Samyu. You are my only friend. I tried calling&lt;br /&gt;you day before yesterday night to wish you at 12 but your line was&lt;br /&gt;constantly busy. Yesterday nobody informed me about your plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon Prachi. I know how much you are jealous of me since I met Aakash.&lt;br /&gt;Prachi you should go and get some life. I never thought that you would come&lt;br /&gt;down to such cheap tricks. Thanks to you my parents have stopped trusting&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;me" said Samyuktha and left the class fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi stood there with tears and embarrassed with all the stares towards&lt;br /&gt;her in the class. The whole class saw what happened between Prachi and&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha. After that incident almost everybody stopped talking to Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;Prachi remained aloof from everybody even outside the college. She remained&lt;br /&gt;to her self and kept herself busy with studies. After 6 months, college was&lt;br /&gt;over and since then Prachi and Samyuktha never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after graduation Prachi started searching for jobs and almost&lt;br /&gt;immediately she was placed in TCS, Bangalore. Prachi didn't knew what&lt;br /&gt;happened to Samyuktha and didn't care to find out. She moved to&lt;br /&gt;Bangaloreimmediately and took an apartment all by for herself. She lived&lt;br /&gt;alone. In office she used to talk with others when only it was required for&lt;br /&gt;work. She was not friendly with anybody. She used to eat alone in the&lt;br /&gt;office&lt;br /&gt;canteen. Everybody in the office used to call her with different names like&lt;br /&gt;'sadist', 'psycho','poor thing'..etc etc. Life went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, one fine day early in the morning at around 7:00 AM Prachi&lt;br /&gt;heard the door bell. She looked at her watch and wondered who would be&lt;br /&gt;ringing the bell at this time. She just got up to get ready for the office.&lt;br /&gt;She went and opened the door to see a young man standing there with a small&lt;br /&gt;bowl in his hand. He was about 6 feet height with curly hair and lean&lt;br /&gt;figure&lt;br /&gt;and good features. Prachi looked at him with red face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi..umm..i am Mayank, your new neighbor" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;"So...."said Prachi with irritation.&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry, actually I came to borrow some sugar. I moved in this&lt;br /&gt;apartment&lt;br /&gt;today morning. I have the habit of drinking tea early in the morning..so if&lt;br /&gt;you plz don't mind can u plz lend some teaspoons of sugar" said mayank with&lt;br /&gt;pleading eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"So..for your tea..you disturb other people early in the morning" said&lt;br /&gt;Prachi and started closing her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Plz plz plz don't close the door..if I don't have tea in the morning I get&lt;br /&gt;sick.. I tried many other doors, but only you opened it..plz ' pleaded&lt;br /&gt;Mayank once again.&lt;br /&gt;Prachi closed the door on the face of Mayank and he stood there stand still&lt;br /&gt;for a minute and started moving to his apartment when he heard the click of&lt;br /&gt;the door open from his behind. He looked back to see Prachi standing there&lt;br /&gt;with Sugar bottle in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey..thank u so much..errr...i thought..u got angry...u saved my life..u&lt;br /&gt;know"&lt;br /&gt;said mayank gladly.&lt;br /&gt;"How many teaspoons do u want?" said Prachi seriously ignoring the&lt;br /&gt;excitement of Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;"umm..oh..umm..2 spoons" said Mayank somewhat embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi took 2 teaspoons of sugar and poured it in the bowl of Mayank and&lt;br /&gt;without a word went back inside the home closing the door behind&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you" said Mayank to the closed door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi got ready for the office and left the home exactly at 8.45am as she&lt;br /&gt;used to do daily. Her day in the office went on as usual and at one&lt;br /&gt;instance&lt;br /&gt;while having tea she remembered the early morning incident. She realized&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even remember the face of the guy clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the home at around 8pm she heard her door bell ringing again. When&lt;br /&gt;she opened, she realized it's the same morning guy standing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now what??" said Prachi again irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I bought the sugar in the afternoon...so thought of giving you&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;your 2 spoons of sugar which u gave me......" said Mayank with little&lt;br /&gt;naughtiness in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whaaaat" said Prachi with disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here your 2 spoons of sugar" said mayank again bringing the small bowl in&lt;br /&gt;his hand towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Godddd..wait...here" said Prachi and closed the door. She went back inside&lt;br /&gt;the home to her kitchen and came back with Sugar bottle. When she opened&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;door, Mayank was still standing there waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here now put that sugar inside this bottle" said Prachi handing over the&lt;br /&gt;bottle to Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank pours down the sugar in the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..Anything else?" Said Prachi with an angry tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope..thats it..thank you for lending me sugar in the morning..otherwise I&lt;br /&gt;would have been dead by now" grinned Mayank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its ok. Goodnight!" said Prachi somewhat mellowing down and closed the&lt;br /&gt;door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi felt amused by the behavior of Mayank and the fact that he came to&lt;br /&gt;return back the two spoons of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was he trying to impress me" thought Prachi..."Anyway good, I didn't give&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;any kind of that impression..now he will never approach me again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day after coming back from work, again her door bell rang. Prachi&lt;br /&gt;somehow suspected it must be Mayank again and she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What??" Said Prachi hardly opening the door enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"umm..i am sorry...umm..to disturb u again..actually I need to make an&lt;br /&gt;urgent&lt;br /&gt;call to my parents in Bombay. I don't know why but my mobile is not&lt;br /&gt;activated yet. So, can I please make a call from your phone?" asked Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good lord..there are thousand PCO's outside this apartment..why don't u go&lt;br /&gt;and call from there?" said Prachi annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually there's only one PCO nearby and today that is closed due to ID&lt;br /&gt;festival..i went and enquired and the next one is 3kms from here..well it&lt;br /&gt;was urgent..otherwise I am sorry I wouldn't have disturbed you" said Mayank&lt;br /&gt;with pleading eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh..wait I will bring my mobile.." said prachi and closed the door behind&lt;br /&gt;, again to come back with her mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank takes the fone and moves little far away from her. Prachi stands&lt;br /&gt;there for a while and then goes back inside the home, with door almost&lt;br /&gt;closed. After a short while she hears a knock on her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much..i cant tell you..how grateful I am today..had it been&lt;br /&gt;not your Mobile..i would have not known that in khichdi I need to add 3&lt;br /&gt;glasses of water for 1 cup of rice.." said mayank happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whaatttttt...your urgent call was about khichdi???" said Prachi somewhat&lt;br /&gt;angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"umm..yaa...u know..i love the khichdi which my mom makes..so..anyway..here&lt;br /&gt;take this 10rs for the STD call" said mayank handing over a 10 rupee note&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi takes 10Rs note without a word and hopes not to create any good&lt;br /&gt;image&lt;br /&gt;of herself in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey thanks a lot..for everything Prachi" said Mayank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know my name?" said Prachi with surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you wrote Prachi on your Mobile's screen" smiled Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..goodnight" said Prachi and closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is something peculiar with this man..." thought Prachi again.&lt;br /&gt;Through&lt;br /&gt;out that day and next day Prachi kept thinking about Mayank and felt bad&lt;br /&gt;that he was coming again and again in her thoughts. She tried her best to&lt;br /&gt;remind herself that she should not fall into any kind of distractions in&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;life. There is no place for a man in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next couple of days she never met Mayank but he never went out of her&lt;br /&gt;mind. She was angry that she was thinking about him how much ever she tried&lt;br /&gt;avoiding. One day again in the evening she heard her door bell. She was in&lt;br /&gt;kitchen cooking dinner for herself and when the door bell rang, she ran&lt;br /&gt;into&lt;br /&gt;the bathroom to comb her hair neatly and then went to open the door .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi" said Mayank with his ever charming smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi making sure that she is not pleased seeing him asked him with&lt;br /&gt;monotonous tone " yes, what do u want now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nothing..today I came to give you something?" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well you have given me money for the call you made from my fone last&lt;br /&gt;time..now what?" said Prachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not that..today I made gajar ka halwa and it came out really well..so came&lt;br /&gt;here to share with you some" said Mayank bringing his hand forward from&lt;br /&gt;behind with a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gajar ka halwa was Prachi's favourite sweet dish but she resisted from&lt;br /&gt;showing any kind of positive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"see mayank..i don't know what you think about me..but I don't like such&lt;br /&gt;gestures from anybody..i hardly know you..as a neighbor I helped you&lt;br /&gt;..thats&lt;br /&gt;all..dont expect anything else...do u understand that?..now you can&lt;br /&gt;leave.."&lt;br /&gt;said Prachi fighting back her inner emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank stood there like a rock for a minute .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry Prachi..i don't consider you just as a neighbor but as a friend in&lt;br /&gt;need..but ..but..i respect your privacy..today is my birthday...I don't&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;anybody else in this city..so thought to share this halwa with the first&lt;br /&gt;person I came to know in this city..anyway I wont disturb you again" said&lt;br /&gt;Mayank and started to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing that its his birthday, Prachi felt a guilt pang and stopped&lt;br /&gt;him "hello..wait..umm..i am sorry..i didn't know its your birthday..Happy&lt;br /&gt;Birthday" said Prachi loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you" said Mayank turning back to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, can I taste your Halwa..ofcourse if you are not mad at me" said&lt;br /&gt;Prachi with a smile for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank was surprised to look at her beautiful smiling face for the first&lt;br /&gt;time and was smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heyyy..no..not at all.." said Mayank and gave her the box he brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi opened the box and tried some with her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ummm..it tastes great" said Prachi licking her fingers "can I keep whole&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;this box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh sure.. that was for you anyway.." said Mayank "I guess I should be&lt;br /&gt;leaving now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..will return the box tomorrow..by the way happy birthday again" said&lt;br /&gt;Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"umm..u know what..i was lying..its not my birthday" said Mayank and before&lt;br /&gt;Prachi could say anything, he ran back upstairs to his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi stood there in disbelief but later smiled at herself thinking how&lt;br /&gt;easily she got fooled. She somehow didn't feel mad at Mayank later and&lt;br /&gt;relished the halwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual Mayank's magic lingered on Prachi for that day and next day. When&lt;br /&gt;it was time to return the box to Mayank, Prachi questioned herself whether&lt;br /&gt;to go or not to go to his house to return the box. Finally she decided to&lt;br /&gt;listen to her heart and braced herself to go to Mayank's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pressed the door bell of Mayank's house and waited for few seconds when&lt;br /&gt;Mayank opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a big cutlery spoon in one hand and was wearing an apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, what a correct timing..can u plz taste my rajma curry and let me know&lt;br /&gt;if everything is ok?" saying this Mayank left her at the door went towards&lt;br /&gt;his kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi was standing at the door steps unable to decide whether to go in or&lt;br /&gt;not. "Prachi...come in..where are you" shouted Mayank from his Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi stepped in the house and realized that this was the first time since&lt;br /&gt;she came to Bangaloredid she stepped into anybody's house. She noticed, the&lt;br /&gt;house was clean and neat, had decent furniture and she could listen some&lt;br /&gt;soft soothing music from the speakers somewhere. Prachi walked slowly&lt;br /&gt;towards the kitchen. Mayank was ready with some rajma in a small bowl and&lt;br /&gt;asked her to taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ummm..its nice...everything is ok..." said Prachi after tasting the Rajma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh good...see my mom doesn't believe that I am good cook..i will have to&lt;br /&gt;make&lt;br /&gt;you talk to her one day...then only she might believe" said Mayank feeling&lt;br /&gt;satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, I will leave now" said Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?..i have prepared dinner for both of us." Said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What....?" Said prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I knew you would come home to return my box today and obviously you&lt;br /&gt;will come little early..and also I am sure you would not have got time to&lt;br /&gt;cook dinner by now" said Mayank while putting plates on the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How were you so sure that I would come?" asked Prachi amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I can read People's mind..after all I am a Psychiatrist" said Mayank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Psychiatrist!!" exclaimed Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya why?..cant handsome men become psychiatrists?" said Mayank naughtily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aha..i didn't mean that" smiled Prachi "I don't know if you are lying or&lt;br /&gt;telling truth..yesterday you were saying it was your birthday..now today&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;are saying you are a Psychiatrist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no..seriously..i am a Psychiatrist..i don't lie on Wednesdays..u know"&lt;br /&gt;said&lt;br /&gt;Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh..u r impossible..anyway what made u believe that I will have dinner&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;you" asked Prachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, today is my birthday..and I knew you wont be able to say no" said&lt;br /&gt;Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What..plz..you think I can be fooled twice?" said Prachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ha ha..see I was born on 6th aug and today its 6th nov ..so its my monthly&lt;br /&gt;birthday" said Mayank showing her the seat to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi and Mayank laughed together and started having dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;Mayank was indeed a good cook and Prachi liked everything prepared by&lt;br /&gt;him..no not only the food..but she realized she liked Mayank's charming&lt;br /&gt;nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what made you come to Bangalore?" asked Prachi having her sweet dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw that this city had lot of scope for doctors like me..so I choose&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;place for my practice" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scope!" exclaimed Prachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah..you see..Bangaloreis a software hub for India..and hence more&lt;br /&gt;patients for me" said Mayank with a naughty smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aha..so you mean software engineers are mad people?..Mister..Even I am a&lt;br /&gt;software engineer..remember that!" said Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..is it..i never knew that beautiful gals too are becoming software&lt;br /&gt;engineers" said Mayank flirtingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi wanted to reply him back and suddenly realized that Mayank was&lt;br /&gt;complementing her and gave him a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks" said Prachi blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thank god..you understood that" said Mayank with a twinkle in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Prachi was about to leave his house after dinner. Mayank asked "So at&lt;br /&gt;what time should I come for dinner tomorrow at your house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what?" said prachi and stared at him questioningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah..you are a self-respect girl right..i know you will return my&lt;br /&gt;dinner!!" said Mayank again with his flirting smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi couldn't stop smiling and said "hmmm..smart..haan..come at&lt;br /&gt;8pm..dinner will be ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home , thoughts of Mayank and whatever they talked lingered in&lt;br /&gt;Prachi's mind. She looked herself in mirror a thousand times. All her life&lt;br /&gt;never did any guy talked to her the way, Mayank talked. She realized she&lt;br /&gt;smiled and laughed so many times on that single day. Mayank did some magic&lt;br /&gt;on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day she was not able to concentrate in her office work too. She was&lt;br /&gt;too&lt;br /&gt;busy thinking what she should prepare for dinner and what all she need to&lt;br /&gt;buy to prepare food. She even tried searching some recipes on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left office early at 5 pm and went to grocery store to buy all&lt;br /&gt;vegetables and groceries to prepare dinner. She decided to make Jeera rice,&lt;br /&gt;Palak Paneer, Cabbaga kofta, rotis, fruit salad and lassi. She finished off&lt;br /&gt;everything by 7:30 and cleaned the kitchen and dining hall. She realized&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;never cooked so fast earlier. She dressed herself in one of her best casual&lt;br /&gt;salwar suits and waited for him. Exactly at 8pm her door bell rang. She&lt;br /&gt;wanted to run and open the door but she resisted and took some time to&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank looked handsome as ever. He wore a short kurti and jeans and looked&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow you look wonderful" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks. Come in." Said Prachi blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank stepped into her house for first time and was soon impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did all those paintings?" asked mayank looking at big canvas paintings&lt;br /&gt;in her hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm..yeah..i do it for my timepass" said Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man...they don't look like timepass paintings Prachi..these are master&lt;br /&gt;pieces!!" said Mayank who kept gazing at those beautiful paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please...I am not a trained painter..thanks anyway..come lets have&lt;br /&gt;dinner"&lt;br /&gt;said Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mayank saw what all she prepared, he said "sorry for giving you&lt;br /&gt;trouble!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No its fine. Cooking for one person extra is not a trouble" said Prachi&lt;br /&gt;while serving food in his plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't say that otherwise I might come everyday" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi wanted that to happen everyday. She never felt so happy after a long&lt;br /&gt;time. Throughout the dinner, Mayank kept on praising her food and she got&lt;br /&gt;more and more attracted to Mayank's charm. After dinner they talked for&lt;br /&gt;long&lt;br /&gt;time. Mayank kept making jokes and Prachi laughed non-stop. Prachi never&lt;br /&gt;realized when it was already 11:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank suddenly looked at his watch and realized it was late. "Hey&lt;br /&gt;..sorry..its late..i should leave..you have to get up early to the office&lt;br /&gt;again tomorrow" said mayank and got up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi didn't want him to leave and wanted to stop him for some more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah..it was ...it was nice having you here today" stammered Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"really?" said Mayank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah...u know..i never smiled and laughed this much before Mayank. You&lt;br /&gt;brought something back which I lost long time ago." Said prachi, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;were almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank kept looking at her for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so where is my fees?" said mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fees??" questioned Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah for bringing back what u lost!" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aha..so I am your first patient it seems...tell me whats urfees, I will&lt;br /&gt;give&lt;br /&gt;you" said Prachi with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ummm...lets see..umm" said mayank making a thinking gesture "how about one&lt;br /&gt;more dinner, this time somewhere outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"done" said prachi almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow...that's an improvement ..i thought you would me hit" said Mayank&lt;br /&gt;laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then for coming weeks they were inseparable. They met almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;for dinner. Mayank and Prachi were madly in love with each other but never&lt;br /&gt;expressed it to each other. Prachi started smiling more and more and became&lt;br /&gt;more communicative in office with colleagues. All her colleagues were&lt;br /&gt;surprised to see the change in her behavior. She even started taking care&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;what she was wearing and how she looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in a restaurant, Mayank seemed little restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to you today?" asked Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I wanted to tell you something..dont know how you will react!"&lt;br /&gt;confessed Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi suspected that he might propose her and felt little nervous deep&lt;br /&gt;beneath her heart but was still waiting for this moment since long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its ok Mayank..tell me...since when did u get so nervous in front of me?"&lt;br /&gt;said Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm..its not nervousness but..i don't want you to hate me after what I&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;tell you" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now...plz..dont keep me in suspense!!" requested Prachi not able to keep&lt;br /&gt;bear&lt;br /&gt;the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, few days back I read a article in a newspaper. There is going to&lt;br /&gt;be a painting exhibition for new talents in Mumbai. That's going to be&lt;br /&gt;conducted by Tina Ambani, wife of Anil Ambani of Reliance Industries.&lt;br /&gt;Without your permission I sent your name and one of the photos of your&lt;br /&gt;painting. Today I got a reply from Tina Ambani herself and she is pleased&lt;br /&gt;with your painting and want that to be exhibited. I know you are going to&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;mad at me now but Prachi I want the whole world to know your talent" said&lt;br /&gt;Mayank holding one of the hands of Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi listened to all with complete silence. She didn't knew how to react.&lt;br /&gt;She was expecting something else. She was in love with Mayank but with what&lt;br /&gt;Mayank told her, she could not hold back her tears. Tears rolled over her&lt;br /&gt;cheeks and she couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh..oh..sorry Prachi..i dreaded this..i didn't want to hurt you..Your&lt;br /&gt;paintings were so impressive, that I felt it should not confine just within&lt;br /&gt;four walls of your home. I guess I should have asked you before. I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;again" said Mayank with guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh..no no..dont say sorry Mayank..its just that..i never thought you cared&lt;br /&gt;about me so much..i never realized that you felt my paintings were worth&lt;br /&gt;sending to an exhibition...i..i..am surprised ...but I don't think I am&lt;br /&gt;worth&lt;br /&gt;it....i do it for my own pleasure.." said Prachi with chocking voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank holding her hand tight "I already told you this before..your&lt;br /&gt;painting&lt;br /&gt;are master pieces and now the response from Tina Ambani herself tells you&lt;br /&gt;what you are worth of. Prachi you should learn to be proud of your own&lt;br /&gt;talent..you really don't know what you are worth of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 2 minutes of silence. "I don't know Mayank..how to thank you for&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;this...how will I be able to return the favour" said Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fact that you are not mad at mr after hearing this, is itself a big&lt;br /&gt;favor" said Mayank smiling "And the by the way, there would be competition&lt;br /&gt;too in that exhibition and whoever wins, will get a sum of Rs 5lakhs and a&lt;br /&gt;contract to do the painting of Reliance's New office in Mumbai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh is it...that sounds interesting..i hope you wont ask 5lakhs in return&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;favour" said Prachi teasingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ha ha..may be" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank took care of logistics of sending Paintings to Mumbai. All 5 of her&lt;br /&gt;paintings were selected for exhibition. Prachi and Mayank both went to&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai together on the day of the opening of the exhibition. There were&lt;br /&gt;total of 25 paintings altogether. Prachi was nervous to talk to Tina Ambani&lt;br /&gt;but Mayank stood beside her and gave his support. Prachi and Mayank could&lt;br /&gt;notice that Prachi's painting caught most of the attention from viewers.&lt;br /&gt;Prachi and Mayank spent that day in Mumbai doing shopping and sight-seeing.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't believe she was with Mayank for whole day. They were hardly in&lt;br /&gt;their hotel rooms and were roaming around till 2 am midnight. When they&lt;br /&gt;came&lt;br /&gt;back to their hotel, they were both tired and dozed of almost immediately&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;their respective rooms. They returned back to Bangalorenext day by early&lt;br /&gt;morning flight. Exhibition was held for 2 more weeks and results were out&lt;br /&gt;the last day. As expected Prachi's paintings won the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank was ecstatic with the news and Prachi was more pleased to see Mayank&lt;br /&gt;happy than winning the actual award. Calls didn't stop pouring in Prachi's&lt;br /&gt;phone that day. Her office was proud of her after hearing the news.&lt;br /&gt;Prachi's&lt;br /&gt;parents were both surprised and felt on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they both were on flight to Mumbai to receive the award.. Mayank&lt;br /&gt;whispered in Prachi's ears "Prachi when we will go back to Bangalore, I&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;ask you to return my favour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi looked surprised and said "I will be pleased"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The award ceremony went on very well. Prachi had to speak few words on the&lt;br /&gt;stage after receiving the award and she was very nervous about it but one&lt;br /&gt;look at Mayank and words flew from her mouth smoothely. She became a&lt;br /&gt;celebrity overnight. It was one of the memorable days ever for Prachi and&lt;br /&gt;now Prachi was looking forward to what Mayank would ask her after returning&lt;br /&gt;to Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank asked her to come home for dinner the day they returned. Prachi was&lt;br /&gt;on cloud 9 and she was sure that Mayank would propose her. She looked&lt;br /&gt;forward for the evening and got ready on time. She looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;100 times before making sure she looked perfect. Sharp at 8pm she went to&lt;br /&gt;Mayank's home and rang the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank opened the door and stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god..dont do this to me!" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did I do?" said Prachi surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look ravishing..what if I get heartattack? I am just a psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;a cardiologist" said Mayank again with his flirting smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi blushed and felt shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank took her hand and made her sit on the sofa. Mayank sat on the small&lt;br /&gt;chair beside her still holding her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank stared at her for a minute and said "actually I have two things to&lt;br /&gt;ask from you Prachi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what are those?" said Prachi, her hands going numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prachi I want you to forgive Samyu..i mean Samyuktha" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi didn't understand what was Mayank talking about for a second and&lt;br /&gt;later got shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes your friend Samyuktha, Prachi" said Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi took back her hand which Mayank was holding and stared at him with&lt;br /&gt;thousand questions in her mind. Mayank looked away from her and stared&lt;br /&gt;behind her. Prachi didn't understand where he was looking and turned to the&lt;br /&gt;direction where he was looking. Samyuktha was standing there behind her.&lt;br /&gt;Prachi got shocked looking at her after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prachi..hi...how are you?...." said Samyuktha slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi looked back at Mayank.. "So you knew me from before hand..and all&lt;br /&gt;this was one big drama?" said Prachi with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See Prachi..yes I knew you ..but all this is not a drama...don't get me&lt;br /&gt;wrong...i..." said Mayank when Prachi cut him in mid-sentence and left his&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;in rage without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank ran for her but Prachi didn't let him in her house. She closed the&lt;br /&gt;doors and went to her bedroom weeping. Mayank tried calling her mobile, but&lt;br /&gt;she kept it off. Mayank tried knocking her door many times but she didn't&lt;br /&gt;budge from her bedroom. The whole night Prachi kept reeling back to the&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;she met Mayank for first time, how she spent time with Mayank and felt sad&lt;br /&gt;that all that was a drama. He did it all for Samyuktha not because he liked&lt;br /&gt;her. She hated Samyuktha for coming back in her life again. Everything was&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful till yesterday. She ruined everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept sobbing in her bedroom and didnt know when it was already 9am in&lt;br /&gt;the morning. She realized she had headache and called her office to tell&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;will be on leave. She noticed a letter near her main door. She knew it must&lt;br /&gt;be from Mayank and didn't touch it for long but kept looking at it. After&lt;br /&gt;few hours passed she decided to read it. It was not from Mayank but from&lt;br /&gt;Samyuktha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prachi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are still very angry with me. And I know I deserved it. Prachi I&lt;br /&gt;cam here all the way from US just for you. After leaving college, I soon&lt;br /&gt;went to US for higher studies and later married Aakash. Life was rosy for&lt;br /&gt;few years but I realized I lost all my friends. Even after marriage Aakash&lt;br /&gt;kept in touch with his old school friends but I didn't had any genuine&lt;br /&gt;friends. The one genuine friend I had, I broke her heart. I wanted to get&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;touch with you again but was afraid of your reaction. I tried contacting&lt;br /&gt;your parents in delhiand they said you left Bangalore. They told me how&lt;br /&gt;much&lt;br /&gt;you have changed and distanced yourself from everybody even with your own&lt;br /&gt;parents. Then I realized I am the reason behind it. Prachi when I was in&lt;br /&gt;college I was naïve and was drawn to all attentions. I didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;what was right or wrong. When I was in school, you helped me to come out of&lt;br /&gt;my shell and later you went into the same cocoon because of me. You don't&lt;br /&gt;know how bad I felt later when I realized my mistake. I wanted to repent&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;everything I did and wanted to bring back that old charming Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank is school friend of Aakash. I met him when i visited Indialast time&lt;br /&gt;and became good friends. When Mayank decided that he wanted to go to&lt;br /&gt;Bangalorefor his medical practice, I told him about you. I asked him if its&lt;br /&gt;possible for him to get in touch with you. I took your address from your&lt;br /&gt;parents and luckily Mayank got a flat for rent in your apartment. Mayank&lt;br /&gt;kept telling me about you whenever he met you. I realized you have changed&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;lot and felt guilty. Mayank and I decided to tell you about me when the&lt;br /&gt;right time comes. Prachi, Mayank likes and respects you a lot. Being a&lt;br /&gt;psychiatrist he knew you are not the person you were projecting. He wanted&lt;br /&gt;to bring out real you and I was happy that what I couldn't do, atleast he&lt;br /&gt;can do that and did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi I am leaving to Delhitoday by 5pm flight. I want to say sorry to you&lt;br /&gt;again in person though its ok if you don't forgive me. And one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;if you want to hate me still, its ok, but don't hate Mayank. Whatever he&lt;br /&gt;did&lt;br /&gt;was not because I asked him to do but he himself wanted it to do. I&lt;br /&gt;primarily wanted to be in touch with you through Mayank, nothing else. I am&lt;br /&gt;not sure if you will forgive me or not but I want to say Sorry for one last&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Samyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi read that letter for 10 times and tear swelled from her eyes. At 4'o&lt;br /&gt;clock she decided to go to Airport. She reached airport by 4:30 and saw&lt;br /&gt;Samyu there. Samyu was overwhelmed with joy when she saw prachi. As Prachi&lt;br /&gt;came near she swung and hugged her with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew..i knew you would come" said Samyuktha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How wouldn't I ..i wanted to hear a sorry from you" said Prachi with&lt;br /&gt;tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am so so so so sorry Prachi..you don't know how happy and relieved I am&lt;br /&gt;after all these years..." said Samyuktha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too...and...I want to say thank you!" said prachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you?" puzzled Samyuktha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..thank you for sending Mayank in my life" said Prachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess that was fate Prachi...I didn't send him..but it was a&lt;br /&gt;co-incidence&lt;br /&gt;that you happened to be my friend...err...aren't we friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..yes..now again don't make me cry..cried a lot since yesterday" said&lt;br /&gt;prachi with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ha ha ok ok.." said Samyuktha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's bad, you friends are having good time and forgot about me" said&lt;br /&gt;Mayank from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachi looked back with surprise and became happy to see him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mayank, you wanted to ask one more thing to Prachi yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;right..why don't you ask that?" said Samyuktha looking at Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I madam?" asked Mayank looking at Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayank bent down on his knees and took out a small box from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you make tea for me early in the morning everyday , will you cook&lt;br /&gt;dinner for me every day, listen to my bak-bak everyday, sleep with me in my&lt;br /&gt;bed, ....be my better half for rest of my life" said Mayank showing the&lt;br /&gt;ring&lt;br /&gt;to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" said Prachi smiling but with tears " you guys are making me cry like&lt;br /&gt;anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you will not cry for rest of your life" said Mayank and hugged&lt;br /&gt;Prachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time Samyuktha to leave and she once again hugged and congratulated&lt;br /&gt;Prachi. 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Samjya Vagar koine pasand na karta, Na samaj ma koine gumavi pan na deta, gusso shabd ma hoy che dil ma nahi, ema sambandh upar j purnaviram muki na deta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Why every love story mother agree n father disagree?? Bcoz mother knws wht is LOVE n father knws wht is LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. The Strongest thing abt life is that you never get what you want from the people U like..but the people who like U always end up gifting U more than what U desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. 'Mor' Nachte hue bhi rote ,Hans' Marte hua e bhi gaana gate hai,Ye zindagi ka fanda hai  Dukho wali Raat me Neend nahi ,Aur Khushi wali ratt ko kaun Sota hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. The most critical moment in life-when someone very special hurts u so deeply, brings tears in your eyes..n asks what happen, but u smile saying Nothing Yaar.. something went in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. Anger always comes from frustrated expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Time decides who you meet in life, your heart decides who you want in your life, but your behavior decides who will stay in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. A Lot Of Trouble In The World Will Disappear, If Everyone Learns To Talk To Each Other Instead Of Talking About Each Other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Keep searching for the things you love and want in life, do not compromise and settle down with things you already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id=":2ec"&gt;Though  there are million of people in this world,why you are born? The reason  is God is expecting something from you which is not possible by million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id=":2ec"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=":2ec"&gt;Be  satisfied with life But, unsatisfied with The results you produce  That's the best way to keep Growing n discover your hidden potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id=":2ec"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; Avoiding Something Doesn't Always Mean Dat U Hate It...It Could Also Mean Dat U Want It, But U Just Know Dat it Isn't Urs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; A gal who cares for her guy like a child n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who respect his gal like his mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;R d only kind of people whose LOVE vl be d purest &amp;amp; d most sincere one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The  most elastic element in this world is "Time" it maximises the minute  when you are missing someone, and minimises the hour when you are with  your loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; The  greatest mistakes we make are the risks we don’t take. If you think  something will make you happy, go for it so that you won’t live your  life asking, “What if?” and telling yourself, “If only.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; સવારમાં ઉઠીને આંખો ખોલતા પહેલા, કોઈનો ચહેરો જોવાની ઈચ્છા થાય, એ પ્રેમ છે.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;મંદિરમાં દર્શન કરતી વખતે, કોઈ પાસે ઊભુ છે તેવો આભાસ થાય, એ પ્રેમ છે.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;આખા દિવસનો થાક, જેની સાથે બેસવાની કલ્પના માત્રથી દૂર થઈ જાય, એ પ્રેમ છે.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;માથું કોઈના ખોળામાં મૂકીને, લાગે કે મન હળવું થઈ ગયું, એ પ્રેમ છે.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;લાખ પ્રયત્નો છતાં, જેને નફરત ના કરી શકો,ભૂલી ના શકો, એ પ્રેમ છે.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;આ વાંચતી વખતે, જેનો ચહેરો આપની સામે તરવરે, એ તમારો પ્રેમ છે.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Dont let anyone become a priority in your life when you are just an option in their life. Relationship works best when they are balanced&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Fact  of Lyf :- The person who loves you more will fight with you more...BUT  if you drop a tear he will fight with the world to stop your tears ...SO  never lose the loving person in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;Once U Feel U Are Avoided By Someone ..Never Disturb Them again..B'coz The One Who Thinks; You are Disturbing Them Will Never Know&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; How Much U Care for Them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one, because  if you really loved the first one you wouldn't have fallen for the  second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Accepting many wrong persons may not effect your life. But Neglecting one right person will leave you broken through out your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Its  Nice When Sum1 Holds An Umbrella 4 U In D Rain....Bt Its more Nice wen  Sum1 Holds Ur Hand &amp;amp; 2gthr U Run Crazily In d Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"PREM" Thataa "SAMAY" Kya Jato Rahe che e Samjatu nathi...Ane.... "SAMAY" Jataa "PREM" kya Jata Rahe chhe e Pan Samjatu Nathi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; We Do not Succeed In Our first Love!&lt;br /&gt;Because We Lack Certain Qualites.&lt;br /&gt;But.....&lt;br /&gt;After Achieving Those Qualities,&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;We Never Love Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;Life Bec0mes R0mantic When Eyes Start Looking&lt;br /&gt;At S0me 1 Silently ..&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;Life Becomes M0re R0mantic When Some 1&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Starts Reading Those Eyes Silently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;26. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;The Person Who tries to keep everyone happy and always care for everyone is always the most lonely person.Strange But true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;27.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; If&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":2e0"&gt; u compare yourself with anyone , then u r insulting yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":2e0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":2e0"&gt;28. If a problem can be solved, no need to worry about it ,&lt;br /&gt;and if a problem cannot be solve what is the use of worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":2e0"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":2e0"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;29.Perfect relation is not that we never get angry or irritate each other,&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;its how fast we resolve and bounce back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":2e0"&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id=":2ec"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id=":2ec"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-9189988531459495204?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/nice-quotes.html' title='Nice Quotes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/9189988531459495204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=9189988531459495204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/9189988531459495204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/9189988531459495204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/nice-quotes.html' title='Nice Quotes'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-8578653554615680794</id><published>2011-06-06T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:46:32.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>For Dear Friends</title><content type='html'>Ajeeb Daastan Hoti Hai DOSTI Ki,&lt;br /&gt;LADNA MILNE Se B Acha Lagta Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAD K Manane Wale B Hote Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kuch Ko CHIDHANA Achcha Lagta H..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dost K MUH Se Kuch Sun-Ne K Lie,&lt;br /&gt;Kabi Jhuk Jana Acha Lagta Hai..&lt;br /&gt;SAFAR Train Ka Ho Ya Zindagi Ka,&lt;br /&gt;Khatam Nhi Baate Fir B Khamosh Reh Kar&lt;br /&gt;Muskurana Acha Lagta Hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOSTO Me Hi Lagta Hai Mil Gai Puri Duniya,&lt;br /&gt;Baki Sab Bhool Jaana Achcha Lagta Hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOSTO Tum Humesha Sath Rehna Tumhara&lt;br /&gt;Yaarana Achcha Lagta Hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-8578653554615680794?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-dear-friends.html' title='For Dear Friends'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/8578653554615680794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=8578653554615680794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8578653554615680794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8578653554615680794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-dear-friends.html' title='For Dear Friends'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-8794604239551153201</id><published>2011-06-06T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:54:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try It Once..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The book that can chat with you…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Not Fake………Just Try this……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type anything in that book, it will reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the link - Type whatever u like to on the book - it will reply. It’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type on the right side where you can see the cursor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you type the correct words and do not make spelling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mistakes.... too good!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1"&gt;Chat with Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-8794604239551153201?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/8794604239551153201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=8794604239551153201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8794604239551153201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8794604239551153201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/try-it-once.html' title='Try It Once..'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-4392896778296986054</id><published>2011-06-05T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:02:02.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Superb Advice from Father...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Following is a letter to his son from a renowned Hong Kong TV broadcaster cum Child Psychologist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are actually applicable to all of us, young or old, children or&lt;br /&gt;parents.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am writing this to you because of 3 reasons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life, fortune and mishaps are unpredictable, nobody knows how long he&lt;br /&gt;lives. Some words are better said early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am your father, and if I don't tell you these, no one else will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is written is my own personal bitter experiences that perhaps&lt;br /&gt;could save you a lot of unnecessary heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember the following as you go through life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not bear grudge towards those who are not good to you. No one has&lt;br /&gt;the responsibility of treating you well, except your mother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are good to you, you have to treasure it and be thankful, and&lt;br /&gt;ALSO you have to be cautious, because, everyone has a motive for every&lt;br /&gt;move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person is good to you, it does not mean he really likes you. You&lt;br /&gt;have to be careful, don't hastily regard him as a real friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No one is indispensable, nothing in the world that you must possess.&lt;br /&gt;Once you understand this idea, it would be easier for you to go through&lt;br /&gt;life when people around you don't want you anymore, or when you lose&lt;br /&gt;what/who you love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is short. When you waste your life today, tomorrow you would find&lt;br /&gt;that life is leaving you. The earlier you treasure your life, the better&lt;br /&gt;you enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love is but a transient feeling, and this feeling would fade with time&lt;br /&gt;and with one's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your so called loved one leaves you, be patient, time will wash away&lt;br /&gt;your aches and sadness. Don't over exaggerate the beauty and sweetness of&lt;br /&gt;love, and don't over exaggerate the sadness of falling out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A lot of successful people did not receive a good education, that does&lt;br /&gt;not mean that you can be successful by not studying hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever knowledge you gain is your weapon in life. One can go from rags&lt;br /&gt;to riches, but one has to start from some rags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I do not expect you to financially support me when I am old, neither&lt;br /&gt;would I financially support your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My responsibility as a supporter ends when you are grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, you decide whether you want to travel in a public transport or&lt;br /&gt;in your limousine, whether rich or poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You honour your words, but don't expect others to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be good to people, but don't expect people to be good to you. If&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand this, you would end up with unnecessary troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have bought lotteries for umpteen years, but I never strike any&lt;br /&gt;prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shows if you want to be rich, you have to work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no free lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No matter how much time I have with you, let's treasure the time we&lt;br /&gt;have together. We do not know if we would meet again in our next life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ever loving Dad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-4392896778296986054?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/4392896778296986054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=4392896778296986054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4392896778296986054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4392896778296986054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/superb-advice-from-father.html' title='Superb Advice from Father...'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-73660963917516244</id><published>2011-06-05T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:15:35.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>How It Changed....</title><content type='html'>Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed from a maverick collage life to strict professional life…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks&lt;br /&gt;but then why it gives lesss happiness….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less people to use them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger&lt;br /&gt;But then why there is less hunger…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less places to go on……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day&lt;br /&gt;but then why its feels like shop is far away…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less calls &amp; more messages……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a general class journey changed to Flight journey&lt;br /&gt;But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop&lt;br /&gt;but then why there is less time to put it on……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate&lt;br /&gt;But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a late night alu partha with friends changed into a late night pizza with office mates&lt;br /&gt;but then why we always miss the trend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a late night walk on the road with friends changed into a lonely and scary walk after office&lt;br /&gt;but then why we always miss the fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the loud and rock music in dormitories turned into a soft sufi songs on head phones&lt;br /&gt;but then why do we miss the emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the bloody games (CS) changed into slow card games&lt;br /&gt;but then why do we miss the aggression back then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-73660963917516244?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/73660963917516244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=73660963917516244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/73660963917516244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/73660963917516244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-it-changed.html' title='How It Changed....'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-2181973362130719330</id><published>2010-10-11T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T02:23:28.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Best moments in life...</title><content type='html'>--- Giving the first SALARY to ur parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Thinking of ur LOVE vth tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Looking @ ur OLD PHOTOS n smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- A sweet n emotional CHAT vth ur frnds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Getting HUG frm one who cares u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- HOLDING HANDS vth ur loved one's for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- KISS to ur child whn he/she is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- The moments whn ur eyes r filled vth tears after a big LAUGH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2181973362130719330?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2181973362130719330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2181973362130719330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2181973362130719330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2181973362130719330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-moments-in-life.html' title='Best moments in life...'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14492910960988408879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7569300270469746570</id><published>2010-09-16T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:54:28.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Suffering....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Suffering&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the word itself denotes a vast range of emotional response to situataions in life. It is entirely to do with feelings,suffering is always felt..experienced. The worse part is that only the one who suffers can feel it..no amount of words or talks can put u in the shoes of the person who is suffering.however much i say that i understand but the fact remains that i cannot really feel wht u r feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule 1.&lt;/span&gt;.take one at a time..do not try to solve all ur problems at once say for eg.u have problem with ur wife,ur parents.ur children ,your boss and ur colleagues...now out of this pick up the problem which is the least important but it is still a problem...say its with ur mom...so ur target is that leat problem with ur mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule 2.&lt;/span&gt;.set a time frame.set a rigid time frame...say a week...once u have done dat...focus fully on that one problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule 3..&lt;/span&gt;.most of the times it is about other peoples expectation...if there is a communication gap...many a times we are misunderstood or we on our own misunderstand the other person...so take out time to find out wht is the crux of the problem.is it u? give it a shot...step into the other persons shoes and see if u cud be the reason for the problem..if yes...is that reason correctable..if yes then correct it..not suddenly but slow and steady one step at a time and see the response of the other person....things should change..but if the problem is with the other person and u want the other person to change...u need to say it clearly to the other person...if the situation is beyond repair then leave it..&lt;br /&gt;Now the next suffering and use the same...dont try to fight the battle unarmed ...strategise and work on it....change urself ...change the way u feel about things...look at what u have got...and wht others dont have...u have the HEALTH...which many ppl would not be having despite having wealth ,love of the family etc...suffering is a feeling...and u can always change or work on the way u feel....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7569300270469746570?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7569300270469746570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7569300270469746570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7569300270469746570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7569300270469746570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2010/09/suffering.html' title='Suffering....'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14492910960988408879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-262893197718307784</id><published>2010-09-16T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T01:46:14.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>4 Engineers...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Engineer woh hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo aksar fasta hai&lt;br /&gt;interviews ke sawaal me&lt;br /&gt;badi companiyon ke jal me&lt;br /&gt;boss aur client ke bawaal me&lt;br /&gt;engineer &amp;nbsp;woh hai&lt;br /&gt;jo pak gaya hai&lt;br /&gt;meetings ki jhelai me&lt;br /&gt;submissions ki gehraai me&lt;br /&gt;teamwork ki chataai me&lt;br /&gt;engineer woh hai&lt;br /&gt;jo laga rahta hai&lt;br /&gt;sechdule ko fislane me&lt;br /&gt;targets ko khiskane me&lt;br /&gt;roz naye naye bahane banaane me&lt;br /&gt;engineer &amp;nbsp;woh hai&lt;br /&gt;jo lunch time me breakfast leta hai&lt;br /&gt;dinner time me lunch karta hai&lt;br /&gt;aur&lt;br /&gt;commutation ke waqt soya karta hai&lt;br /&gt;engineer &amp;nbsp;woh hai&lt;br /&gt;jo paagal hai&lt;br /&gt;chai aur samose ke pyaar mey&lt;br /&gt;cigarette ke khumar mey&lt;br /&gt;birdwatching ke wichaar mey&lt;br /&gt;engineer &amp;nbsp;woh hai&lt;br /&gt;jo khoya hai&lt;br /&gt;reminders ke jawab me&lt;br /&gt;na milne wale hisab me&lt;br /&gt;behtar bhavishya ke khwab me&lt;br /&gt;engineer &amp;nbsp;woh hai&lt;br /&gt;jise intezaar hai&lt;br /&gt;weekend night par dhoom machane ka&lt;br /&gt;boss ke chhuti par jane ka&lt;br /&gt;increment ki khabar aane ka&lt;br /&gt;engineer woh hai&lt;br /&gt;jo sochta hai&lt;br /&gt;kaash padhai par dhyaan diya hota&lt;br /&gt;kaash teacher se panga na liya hota&lt;br /&gt;kaash ishq na kiya hota..... &lt;br /&gt;HAVE &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp;GREAT &amp;nbsp;DAY&lt;br /&gt;May all Engineers live in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-262893197718307784?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/262893197718307784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=262893197718307784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/262893197718307784'/><link rel='self' 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were lovely dark and deep. Walking slowly beside her, in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damp mud road, was her husband whom she barely knew. He was very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relaxed, happily watching a group of kids playing at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her "mehandi" was still dark and smelling fresh, reminding of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excitements and tension 2 days back. "It can't work this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom...please stop this", she kept telling her mother till the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment, who wouldn't listen but carry on with beautifying her. She had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been crying all night and her make-up had to be patched up twice or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrice to hide her awkwardly swollen face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too late now. She had to get married "NOW" to the guy...The guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom she had seen once and talked thrice. The guy about whom she knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all but for his name and work. Everything happened in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurry and everything was over before she could breathe again... here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was she with this guy, all alone in this hill station... how can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody send their daughter such a long distance with a stranger???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey look at that....!!!" he shouted in excitement... she shrugged and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked where his finger pointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright colored balloons dotted the sky. Children were jumping in joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he seemed to be completely absorbed into it...colors are always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting...but not now. She was not with her friends, not with her team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mates, not even with her parents. This was not a 3 day tour or team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;building trip. This was her life and she has been forced to start off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness and discomfort with this stranger was sickening...She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at him in wonder... does he even realize that he has married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? Does he understand that he has to love me, protect me, care for me, a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new girl, a stranger, all his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marriage morning started like a daylight nightmare for her. The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time in life she felt she should have fallen in love and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married somebody. Some man who she would have felt more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with, someone whom she could call by name and introduce to friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone whom she could trust. But marriage morning was obviously not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time to think all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents would never have said "no" if she had declared that she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in love. But she was not emotionally attached to anybody she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met, especially guys. She was very friendly, playing, teasing, but never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had second thought for any man around her. That brought the entire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibility of looking for a groom on her parents' shoulders. Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents had had a very bad time with this entire process. They started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their groom search with unending "&amp;amp;" operation. The concatenation of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Horoscope matching" &amp;amp; "Decent family" &amp;amp; "Good looking" &amp;amp; "Good pay" &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"same cast" &amp;amp; so on... that always gave 0 output. Now after all that 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months hunt, they were not ready to hear her "ifs" and "buts" for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'good guy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had explained to her father. She does not feel anything for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person. He is nothing more to me than any other software&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professional. Like list of names she sees in the chat rooms. Distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and usual...Her father asked her to talk to him and even meet him and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discuss their likes and dislikes. That meeting started like the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;induction programme self introduction and ended like a 3 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seminar. She was waiting to get away from that place." So did you talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with him?"."yes"."was he polite and decent"."Yes"."Oh he got that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special flavored tri-color ice-cream...!!!".OK. All her family and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relatives discussed...She was given the chance to "understand her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner" and that they have understood each other "well" and she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready for the marriage now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All arrangements geared up and it was 24 days after her first meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she was getting married to her man... perfect match as everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else described. Marriage hall was full with excited people, kids got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chance to play, ladies got the chance to wear the silk saree.The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell of rose and jasmine filled the hall. Different poses for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographer and artificial smiles for the videos. The moment he had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tied the sacred thread was unexplainable vaccum in the head. It was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over. She was his wife. Accepted by the society and law. Her proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents were relaxed. This was their duty they had been planning to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fulfill since she was born. All this crowd will fade away, leaving her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to explore her new world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled her hand gently to sit on the stone bench. The bench was wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the chillness was indeed enjoyable." So what are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about?"... that was an unexpected ball. Should she reply? Should she be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silent? She remembered the two hour presentation she had taken last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;month. Bold and confident, she kept answering all the queries with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broad smile. Now she remained silent." Do you know honey... I was not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this marriage too..." Oh my God... what did I hear??? Did HE tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that or did I think aloud? What does he mean? Didnt he like me? Was he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced into this? He must have noticed the quizzical look on my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face...with a gentle smile he continued..."I wanted to look for a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself, buy her everything, care for her, argue with her, laugh and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her, then get married to her... Anything otherwise would be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama. Traditional drama and I was not for it anytime. But my love for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work and also my stress would not give me time and mind to search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl...When your parents talked to me 2 weeks before our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage, about your fear of getting married, to a stranger, I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely understand your mind. I could see myself in you and that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the moment I decided I will marry you. There was no time to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself to you, make you trust me, everything happened in a hurry. But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the entire life before me, to please you, to love you, to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you trust me. This is no less than what I had dreamt, the girl i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for, is you. Now tell me... will you love me???" Tears came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down her cheek. Her parents had done more than their duty. They had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found her the perfect guy. Thank you Mom!!! Thank you Dad!!! His&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question remained unanswered yet both knew the answer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-5106836997303164974?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/5106836997303164974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=5106836997303164974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5106836997303164974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/5106836997303164974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2010/09/very-touchyyyy.html' title='Arrange Marriage - Very Touchyyyy..'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14492910960988408879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-8043862727688304633</id><published>2010-09-15T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:44:48.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Instructions For Life</title><content type='html'>* Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;* Memorize your favorite poem.&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;* When you say, “I love you”, mean it.&lt;br /&gt;* When you say, “I’m sorry”, look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;* Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;* Never laugh at anyone’s dreams.&lt;br /&gt;* Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it’s the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;* In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;* Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;* When someone asks you a question you don’t want to answer, smile and ask, “Why do you want to know?”&lt;br /&gt;* Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;* Call your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Say “bless you” when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;* When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;* Remember the three R’s: Respect for self; Respect for others; Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;* When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;* Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;* Spend some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;* Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.&lt;br /&gt;* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Read more books and watch less TV.&lt;br /&gt;* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll get to enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;* Trust in God but lock your car.&lt;br /&gt;* A loving atmosphere in your home is so important. Do all you can to create a tranquil harmonious home.&lt;br /&gt;* In disagreements with loved ones, deal with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;* Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;* Be gentle with the earth.&lt;br /&gt;* Pray. There’s immeasurable power in it.&lt;br /&gt;* Never interrupt when you are being flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t trust a man/woman who doesn’t close his/her eyes when you kiss.&lt;br /&gt;* At least once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.&lt;br /&gt;* If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping others while you are living. That is wealth’s greatest satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;* Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Learn the rules then break some.&lt;br /&gt;* Remember that the best relationship is one where your love for each other is greater than your need for each other.&lt;br /&gt;* Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;* Remember that your character is your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;* Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-8043862727688304633?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/8043862727688304633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=8043862727688304633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8043862727688304633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8043862727688304633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2010/09/instructions-for-life.html' title='Instructions For Life'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14492910960988408879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-2166387690601664821</id><published>2010-04-18T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:34:37.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>Ultimate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;See the end.. its &amp;nbsp;toooo good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a daily habit, the 10-year Old Pintu was reading newspaper.Suddenly he&lt;br /&gt;asked his father, " Dad! What does it mean by 'Governance System' ? "&lt;br /&gt;" Its Like....", father said while thinking, " See! I earn and bring money to&lt;br /&gt;home, mean's I am a 'Money Holder'. Your mother decides where and how to&lt;br /&gt;spend that money and that means she is 'Government'. That maid in our home&lt;br /&gt;is doing all the household works, so she will be 'Labour Class'.. You are a&lt;br /&gt;'Common man' or 'Public'. Your kid brother is 'Future' or the 'Next&lt;br /&gt;Generation', understand?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day Pintu slept with all those thoughts. In the middle of the night he&lt;br /&gt;woke-up because his kid brother was crying. He wetted the matrices so he was&lt;br /&gt;crying. Pintu went to woke-up his mother. She was in deep sleep so Pintu&lt;br /&gt;went to the Maiden's room to wake her up. But there his father was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;with the maid. So he came back with frustration. Next morning father asked&lt;br /&gt;Pintu, " Hey Pintu Darling! You understood the 'Governance System'? ". Pintu&lt;br /&gt;replied, " Yeah Dad, I understood! When money Holder is exploiting Labour&lt;br /&gt;Class, our Government is sleeping. Future of our nation is crying for not&lt;br /&gt;getting their basic needs fulfilled and in all this Common Man is&lt;br /&gt;suffering!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2166387690601664821?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2166387690601664821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2166387690601664821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2166387690601664821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2166387690601664821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultimate.html' title='Ultimate...'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14492910960988408879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-3911067069930031129</id><published>2010-04-06T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:05:08.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>Software Engineer and Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A conversation between a soldier and software engineer in Shatabdi Train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr. Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. 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 person, it was the savings in time. He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Are you from the software industry sir,' the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting computerized.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Thanks,' smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'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.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naiveness 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.' 'It is complex, very complex.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid,' came the reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence crept 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'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 time concurrently; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a  system?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man was awestuck; quite like a child at a planetarium. 'You  design and code such things'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'I used to,' Vivek paused for effect, 'but now I am the project manager.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Oh!' sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, 'so your life is easy now.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was like the last straw for Vivek. He retorted, 'Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other, wanting something else, and your boss, always  expecting you to have finished it yesterday.' 'My friend,' he concluded triumphantly, 'you don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'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 Tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'You are a...?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'I am Subhedar Sushant from the 13 J&amp;amp;K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a soft 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 sahib 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 and his own personal safety came last, always and every time.' 'He was killed as he shielded and brought that injured soldier into the bunker. Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could 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.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in the presence of a man for whom valour and duty was a daily part of life; valour 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'It was nice meeting you sir.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly, as if by impulse, he stood up at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: The incident he narrated during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and various other acts of bravery, he was awarded Param Vir Chakra, the nation's highest military award, and after that as is known about this nation, all such sacrifices of our soldiers are conveniently forgotten and that's the saddest part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn, winners are .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;• too busy to be sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;• too positive to be doubtful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;• too optimistic to be fearful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;• and too determined to be defeated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;• Self-trust is the first secret of success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-3911067069930031129?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/3911067069930031129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=3911067069930031129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/3911067069930031129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/3911067069930031129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2010/04/software-engineer-and-soldier.html' title='Software Engineer and Soldier'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6185197497140364782</id><published>2010-04-06T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:05:59.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS HANDBOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPINESS HANDBOOK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink plenty of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E&amp;#39;s -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Play more games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Read more books than you did in 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sleep for 7 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don&amp;#39;t compare your life to others&amp;#39;. You have no idea what their journey is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don&amp;#39;t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don&amp;#39;t overdo. Keep your limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don&amp;#39;t take yourself so seriously. No one else does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don&amp;#39;t waste your precious energy on gossip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="red" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream more while you are awake. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Forget issues of the past. Don&amp;#39;t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don&amp;#39;t hate others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Make peace with your past so it won&amp;#39;t spoil the present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="red" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile and laugh more. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You don&amp;#39;t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="red" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Call your family often. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Each day give something good to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Forgive everyone for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Try to make at least three people smile each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your job won&amp;#39;t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do the right thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Get rid of anything that isn&amp;#39;t useful, beautiful or joyful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="red" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD heals everything. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The best is yet to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Your Inner most self is always happy. So, be happy. &lt;u style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;Bookman Old Style&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6185197497140364782?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiness-handbook.html' title='HAPPINESS HANDBOOK'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6185197497140364782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6185197497140364782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6185197497140364782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6185197497140364782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiness-handbook.html' title='HAPPINESS HANDBOOK'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-906548894075883246</id><published>2009-12-20T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:06:11.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A memorial to son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lady in a faded grey dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun suit walked in timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President's outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods , country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Harvard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"We want to see the President "the man said softly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"He'll be busy all day "the secretary snapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"We'll wait" the lady replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For hours the secretary ignored them , hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Maybe if you see them for a few minutes , they'll leave" she said to him. The President , stern faced and with dignity , strutted toward the couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lady told him "We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago , he was accidentally killed.. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him , somewhere on campus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The president wasn't touched....He was shocked. "Madam "he said , gruffly , " we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did , this place would look like a cemetery."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh , no , " the lady explained quickly "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit , and then exclaimed , "A building ! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly , "Is that all it costs to start a university ? Why don't we just start our own?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away , traveling to Palo Alto , California where they established the University that bears their name. Stanford University , a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the time we judge people by their outer appearance , which can be misleading.. And in this impression , we tend to treat people badly by thinking they can do nothing for us. Thus we tend to lose our potential good friends , employees or customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember In our Life , we seldom get people with whom we want to share &amp;amp; grow our thought process. But because of our inner EGO we miss them forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is you who have to decide with whom you are getting associated in day to day life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I end this beautiful story with a note: Small people talk about others , Average people talk about things , Great people talk about ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-906548894075883246?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/memorial-to-son.html' title='A memorial to son'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/906548894075883246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=906548894075883246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/906548894075883246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/906548894075883246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/memorial-to-son.html' title='A memorial to son'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-3803039933065720699</id><published>2009-12-20T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:06:25.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>Buffalo &amp; the Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once upon a time a horse and a buffalo lived in a beautiful meadow up in the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was plenty of grass to eat and water to drink, and the two had become good friends. But one year, there was no rain. The meadow stream dried up and the grass turned brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon the horse and buffalo found themselves fighting over the scarce water and grass. One day, their daily fight became violent. The buffalo jabbed the horse with her sharp horns. The badly injured horse had no option but to flee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days passed and the horse started feeling much better. He still had not forgotten how the buffalo had hurt him, and started planning his revenge. After much thought, he decided to approach a man and ask for his help. On hearing the horse’s tale, the man shrugged and said, "Well, you fought with each other, and you lost. Why should I get into this? Anyway, the buffalo has sharp horns. If she can hurt you, she will definitely kill me." With that the man told the horse to leave him so he could get on with his work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again the horse pleaded with the man. He said, "If you help me, I will help you capture the buffalo. Then you can keep her, and I get to have the meadow all to myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man laughed and said, "What will I do with a captured buffalo; it is of no use to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The horse then told the man about the buffalo’s sweet milk. "It not only tastes very good, it is also very healthy. If you were to drink it every day you will become more powerful than all the animals in the jungle." The man seemed impressed and agreed to help the horse. But the buffalo’s horns still worried him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the horse had a plan. "What you need," he said, "is a big fat stick. Just climb onto my back and every time I run past the buffalo, you hit her with the stick. She cannot run as fast as me so she will not be able to catch us." The plan sounded good so the man decided to go along with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next morning the man climbed onto the horse’s back, holding a big fat stick. When they found the buffalo in the meadow, the horse started to run past the buffalo. The plan was working. After a few hard hits with the stick, the buffalo fell to the ground. The man captured the buffalo and tied her to a tree next to his hut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The horse was really happy now that he had got rid of the buffalo from the meadow. He thanked the man and was about to leave when he found that he too was tied to the tree. The horse turned to the man and said, "Dear friend, now that our work is over, you can release me. I can enjoy the meadow and you can enjoy the buffalo’s milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man in turn said, "My dear friend, you have been of such help to me. You have not just taught me how to capture a buffalo but also taught me how to ride horses. Now that I know how useful the two of you are, how can I possibly let either of you go? I promise I will take good care of you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sad horse felt betrayed. But after thinking for some time he realised that he was suffering because he had been petty and vengeful. By telling the secret of the buffalo’s milk to the man, he had betrayed his friend, the buffalo. From that day on, he decided he would never again betray anybody’s trust, not even his captor’s, the man. Perhaps that is why horses are known as man’s trusted friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-3803039933065720699?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/buffalo-horse.html' title='Buffalo &amp; the Horse'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/3803039933065720699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=3803039933065720699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/3803039933065720699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/3803039933065720699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/buffalo-horse.html' title='Buffalo &amp; the Horse'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6554075962154802535</id><published>2009-12-20T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:06:38.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>The Fork ( Good Story )</title><content type='html'>There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order", she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.  She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that?" came the pastor's reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor didn't know what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my  favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance. So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them : "Keep your fork...the best is yet to come".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman the last time he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing, her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand.  Over and over, the pastor heard the question, "What's with the fork?"  And over and over he smiled.  During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman about what it symbolized to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, oh so gently, that the best is yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6554075962154802535?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/fork-good-story.html' title='The Fork ( Good Story )'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6554075962154802535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6554075962154802535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6554075962154802535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6554075962154802535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/fork-good-story.html' title='The Fork ( Good Story )'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-2394848471081157443</id><published>2009-12-20T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:06:54.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasure'/><title type='text'>Value of Knowledge</title><content type='html'>A giant ship's engine failed. The ship's owners tried many experts, bt none of them could figure how 2 fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they brought an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a young.. He carried a large bag of tools with him, &amp;amp; when he arrived, he immediately went 2 work. He inspected engine very carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of d ship owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what 2 do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for 10,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sent a bill that read: Tapping with a hammer: $2 Knowing where 2 tap: $9,998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of story is:Effort is important, but knowing where 2 make an effort makes all the difference.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2394848471081157443?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/value-of-knowledge.html' title='Value of Knowledge'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2394848471081157443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2394848471081157443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2394848471081157443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2394848471081157443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/value-of-knowledge.html' title='Value of Knowledge'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-9074852815902796946</id><published>2009-12-20T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T05:53:26.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actuate'/><title type='text'>The wife and the window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning, while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hang the wash outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That laundry is not very clean, she said, she doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: "Look! She has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The husband said: "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so it is with life: "What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look. Before we give any criticism, it might be a good idea to check our state of mind and ask ourselves if we are ready to see the good rather than to be looking for something in the person we are about to judge. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-9074852815902796946?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/9074852815902796946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=9074852815902796946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/9074852815902796946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/9074852815902796946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/wife-and-window.html' title='The wife and the window'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-4351825184404834221</id><published>2009-12-20T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:54:34.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>The Princess and the Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered and lightninged and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the old King himself sent to open it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out at the heel, but she said that she was a real princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well we shall soon see if that is true,' thought the old Queen, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, took all the bed clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead: then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. This was where the princess was to sleep that night. In the morning they asked her how she slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh terribly bad!' said the princess. 'I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a true story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-4351825184404834221?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/4351825184404834221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=4351825184404834221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4351825184404834221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4351825184404834221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/princess-and-pea.html' title='The Princess and the Pea'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-8734753240827141318</id><published>2009-12-20T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:07:07.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Obstacle in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While we all pray for each other that one should not come across any obstacle in life, I have a different view after read the following.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We must come across obstacles and need to pray for each other to overcome obstacles (with some pain) and progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One night recently my daughter, Elizabeth, was showing me an aquarium full of tadpoles. She had purchased a whole bag full of them for her children (my grandchildren) to watch grow from tadpoles into frogs. It was fun watching all of those little wiggly creatures swimming around in the aquarium! It brought back many fond memories of my own childhood, playing with “critters” down at my grandparent’s house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I noticed that there was a big rock in the aquarium. When I asked her why she put a rock right in the middle of the tadpoles’ environment, Elizabeth told me an interesting story. I can hardly believe that I have lived almost fifty-nine years without having heard it because it is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elizabeth said that when she went to the pet store to buy the tadpoles, the gentleman told her to be sure to put a big rock right in the middle of the aquarium. The tadpoles must have this obstacle to give them the incentive to climb up and thus split their little wiggly tails so that their legs can begin to develop. If they have no rock or obstacle to climb up on, they will never turn into frogs. They cannot learn how to hop by just swimming around in water. They must have something causing resistance to give them the incentive to leap forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man went on to tell her that last year a school teacher came back to the store and complained because none of her tadpoles had ever turned into frogs. She had put all of them in an aquarium and let them swim around but they never became frogs. He asked her if she had put a big obstacle, like a rock, in the middle of the aquarium. She said that she had not. She did not know that a tadpole will remain a tadpole unless it faces some obstacle or barrier that forces it to grow. Neither did I, but it makes perfect sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, my daughter was excited to show me all of the tadpoles swimming around the rock. In time, they will begin to try to climb up it and eventually they will make the transformation into a more fully mature creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was amazed and delighted to hear that story. It helped me begin to see, once again, why we have obstacles and barriers in front of us. They are not there to hinder us, but they are there to cause us to grow. It is not so much what the object is in front of each one of us that matters as much as it is our attitude towards it. If we realize that the obstacle we are facing is really a gift that has come our way to help us grow and mature, we will be much more likely to face it in a positive manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I watched those tadpoles the other night and saw the big rock in their aquarium, I have begun to see the obstacles I face in a different way. Instead of being rocks in my path, those obstacles have become stepping stones to help me leap forward in whatever situation I find myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that those little tadpoles have no idea what is going on. They just are not that smart. The truth of the matter is, neither are we. Most of us have no idea what is going on in our lives either. We don’t understand that the barriers and obstacles, challenges, difficulties and hard times that come our way each day are actually there for a purpose. There is no way we will have the incentive to grow, or to become better, or to strive harder, if everything in life is just a simple situation. I know the harder I work at anything, the more profitable it is for me, not only financially, but personally, in my own heart and character as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, the next time you see a frog hopping around, smile at him and thank him for the lesson, remembering the struggle he has gone through to get where he is. Perhaps out in the wild somewhere, he faced a difficult rock or barrier in his life, but rather than swimming away from it, he just crawled up on it and began to develop his personal strength until he eventually matured to become the frog that you see hopping around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moral: Remember... Obstacles are there to help you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-8734753240827141318?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/obstacle-in-life.html' title='Obstacle in Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/8734753240827141318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=8734753240827141318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8734753240827141318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/8734753240827141318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/obstacle-in-life.html' title='Obstacle in Life'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-1291566972180350637</id><published>2009-12-20T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:07:20.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>A Millionaire &amp; Three Beggars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a good-natured millionaire in the town. Three beggars thought of approaching him for help. The first man went to the millionaire and said: "O Lord! I want five rupees. Please give me." The millionaire was taken aback at this man's impudence. "What! You demand five rupees from me as though I owe you the money! How dare you? How can I afford to give five rupees to a single beggar? Here, take these two rupees and get away," he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man went away with the two rupees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next beggar went to the millionaire and said: "Oh Lord! I have not taken a square meal for the past ten days. Please help me." "How much do you want?" asked the millionaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Whatever you give me, Maharaj," replied the beggar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Here, take this ten rupee note. You can have nice food for at least three days." The beggar walked away with the ten rupee note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third beggar came. "Oh Lord, I have heard about your noble qualities. Therefore, I have come to see you. Men of such charitable disposition are verily the manifestations of God on earth," he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Please sit down," said the millionaire. "You appear to be tired. Please take this food," he said, and offered food to the beggar. "Now please tell me what I can do for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh Lord," replied the beggar; "I merely came to meet such a noble personage that you are. You have given me this rich food already. What more need I get from you? You have already shown extraordinary kindness towards me. May God bless you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the millionaire, struck by the beggar's spirit, begged of the beggar to remain with him, built a decent house for him in his own compound, and looked after him for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is like this good millionaire. Three classes of people approach Him, with three different desires and prayers. There is the greedy man full of vanity, full of arrogance, full of desires. He demands the objects of worldly enjoyment from God. Since this man, whatever be his vile desires, has had the good sense to approach God, He grants him some part of the desired objects (even these very soon pass away, just as the two rupees the first beggar got are spent before nightfall).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other type of devotee prays to the Lord for relief from the sufferings of the world, but is better than the first one, in as much as he is ready to abide by His Will. To him the Lord grants full relief from suffering, and bestows on him much wealth and property.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third type he merely prays to the Lord: "O Lord, Thou art Existence-Absolute, Knowledge-Absolute, Bliss-Absolute, etc., etc." What does he want? Nothing. But the Lord is highly pleased with his spirit of renunciation, of desirelessness and of self-surrender. Therefore, He makes him eat His own food, I.e., He grants this man Supreme Devotion to Himself. Over and above this, He makes the devotee to live in His own House For ever afterwards this devotee dwells in the Lord's Abode as a Liberated Sage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-1291566972180350637?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/millionaire-three-beggars.html' title='A Millionaire &amp; Three Beggars'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/1291566972180350637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=1291566972180350637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1291566972180350637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1291566972180350637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/millionaire-three-beggars.html' title='A Millionaire &amp; Three Beggars'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-495899290443833169</id><published>2009-12-20T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:07:47.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actuate'/><title type='text'>WHEN A LIZARD CAN, WHY CAN'T WE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a true story that happened in Japan. In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan breaks open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow spacebetween the wooden walls.When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside hammered into one of its feet. He sees this, feels pity, and at the same time curious, as when he checked the nail, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was! First built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What happened? The lizard has survived in such position for 10 years!!!!!!!!!! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind-boggling.Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 10 years! Without moving a single step--since its foot was nailed! So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it has been doing, and what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came appears another lizard, with food in its mouth.Ah! He was stunned and touched deeply. For the lizard that was stuck by nail, another lizard has been feeding it for the past 10 years... Imagine? it has been doing that untiringly for 10 long years, without giving up hope on its partner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think, will u do that to your partner? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think that will you do it to your Mom,   Who brought you after a big struggle of nine long months? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OR at least to your Dad, Friends, Co-workers, brothers and Sisters? Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with a brilliant mind can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As information and communication technology advances, our access to information becomes faster and faster. But the distance between human beings . . . is it getting closer as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please never abandon your loved ones Never Say U R Busy When They Really Need You... You May Have The Entire World At Your Feet.....But You Might Be The Only World To Them.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Moment of negligence might break the very heart which loves you thru all odds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-495899290443833169?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-lizard-can-why-cant-we.html' title='WHEN A LIZARD CAN, WHY CAN&apos;T WE?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/495899290443833169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=495899290443833169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/495899290443833169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/495899290443833169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-lizard-can-why-cant-we.html' title='WHEN A LIZARD CAN, WHY CAN&apos;T WE?'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-2942710759820399760</id><published>2009-12-15T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:08:00.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He then asked the students, if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;unanimous 'yes.' The professor then produced  two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.  The students laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Now,' said the professor,   as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The golf balls are the important things - family, children, health, Friends and Favorite passions. Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house and car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The sand is everything else --The small stuff. 'If you put the sand into the jar first,'  He continued, 'there is no room for  the pebbles or the golf balls.The same goes for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play With your children.Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. 'Take care of the golf balls first --   The things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.' One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The professor smiled... 'I'm glad you asked'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life  may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with  a friend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2942710759820399760?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2942710759820399760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2942710759820399760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2942710759820399760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2942710759820399760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6406626422989044266</id><published>2009-12-15T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:08:13.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My date with another WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;wanted me to take&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;love you but I know this other woman loves you and&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;would love to spend some time with you.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;The other woman that my wife wanted&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;me to visit was my&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;demands of my work and my three children had made it&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called to invite her&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;to go out for dinner&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;and a movie.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong, are you well,&amp;quot;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;she asked? My mother is&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;the type of woman who suspects that a late night call&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;I thought that it would be pleasant&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;to be with you,&amp;quot; I&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;responded. &amp;quot;Just the two of us.&amp;quot;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;She thought about it for a moment,&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;and then said, &amp;quot;I&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;would like that very much.&amp;quot;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;over to pick her up&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited in the door with her coat on. She had&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;She smiled from a face that was as&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;radiant as an&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;angel&amp;#39;s.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;I told my friends that I was&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;going to go out with my&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;son, and they were impressed, &amp;quot;she said, as she go into the car. &amp;quot;They can&amp;#39;t wait to hear about our&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;meeting&amp;quot;. We went to a restaurant that, although not&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;arm as if she were the First Lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sat down,&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I had to read the menu. Half way through&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;It was I who used to have to&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;read the menu when you&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;were small,&amp;quot; she said.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;Then it&amp;#39;s time that you relax&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;and let me return the&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;favor,&amp;quot; I responded.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation -nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other&amp;#39;s life. We talked so much that we&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;missed the movie.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;As we arrived at her house later,&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;she said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll go&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;out with you again, but only if you let me invite&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;you.&amp;quot; I agreed.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;How was your dinner date?&amp;quot;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;asked my wife when I got&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;home. &amp;quot;Very nice. Much more so than I could have&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;imagined,&amp;quot; I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: &amp;quot;I paid this bill in advance. I wasn&amp;#39;t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.&amp;quot; At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: &amp;quot;I LOVE YOU!&amp;quot; and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till &amp;quot;some other time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;font color="blue" face="Comic Sans MS" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font color="blue" face="Comic Sans MS" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff" face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="gray" face="Arial Narrow" size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6406626422989044266?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-date-with-another-woman.html' title='My date with another WOMAN'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6406626422989044266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6406626422989044266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6406626422989044266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6406626422989044266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-date-with-another-woman.html' title='My date with another WOMAN'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-1978107007738038094</id><published>2009-12-13T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:08:25.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actuate'/><title type='text'>Speech by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls,there is no point coming first. Same is with life where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;really need to get so worked up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's ok, bunk a few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, goof up a few interviews, take leave from work, fall in love, little fights with your spouse. We are people, not programmed devices..." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Don't be serious, be sincere."!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-1978107007738038094?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/speech-by-chetan-bhagat-at-symbiosis.html' title='Speech by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/1978107007738038094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=1978107007738038094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1978107007738038094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/1978107007738038094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/speech-by-chetan-bhagat-at-symbiosis.html' title='Speech by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-6022624646088038981</id><published>2009-12-04T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:08:38.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actuate'/><title type='text'>Overconfidence makes you dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and thought she might need a hearing aid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If  not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he washing the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife  and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Still no response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife  and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Again he gets no response so, He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Again there is no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So he walks right up behind her.  "Honey, what's for dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"James, for the FIFTH time I've said, CHICKEN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The problem may not be with the other one as we always think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;could be  very much within us..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-6022624646088038981?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/overconfidence-makes-you-dumb.html' title='Overconfidence makes you dumb'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/6022624646088038981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=6022624646088038981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6022624646088038981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/6022624646088038981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/overconfidence-makes-you-dumb.html' title='Overconfidence makes you dumb'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-2977334369273944133</id><published>2009-12-03T04:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:08:56.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>A Wednesday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All of you who have seen the movie  'A Wednesday'... will love it... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Manager Rathore &lt;/b&gt;: kaun ho tum..??? kya pehcan hai tumhari ? &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unkonwn Caller &lt;/b&gt;:  Kaun hoon mein...mein vo hu jo aaj committment karne se darta hai, Mein vo hoon jo aaj ghar jaane se darta ha, ye soch ke kahin ghar wale pehchanne se inkar na kar de... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mein vo hoon jo, aaj job change karta hai to sochta hai ki kahin recession mein mujhe company se na nikal de.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mein vo hoon jiski girlfriend usse friday  ko dus bar phone karti hai, &amp;quot;kya kar rahe ho..?? kaam jyada hai..?? thak gaye ho..?? &amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;mera haal poochne ke liye ya kaam poochne ke liye nahi,  rathore saab... balki vo ye jaanaa chahti hai ki... kahin hamesha ki tarah end moment pe &lt;br /&gt;boss ke bulane pe mein saturdary ki date cancel to nahi kar raha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mein vo hoon jo breakfast ke time pe dinner karta hai, lunch time pe breakfast karta hai, dinner ke time pe lunch karta hai.. vo bhi time mil jae to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mein vo hoon jo aksar phasta hain &lt;br /&gt;kabhi Interviews ke sawaal mey phasta hai , kabhi Badi companiyon ke jaal mey phasta hai, kabhi boss  aur client ke bawaal mey fasta hai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project office ki bheed  to dekhi hogi aapne rathore saab... us bheed mein se ko bhi chehra chun lijie.. mein vo hoon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m the same old .. &lt;b&gt;STUPID SOFTWARE PROFESSIONAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2977334369273944133?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday.html' title='A Wednesday....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2977334369273944133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2977334369273944133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2977334369273944133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2977334369273944133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday.html' title='A Wednesday....'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-546658343942863598</id><published>2009-11-29T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:09:11.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professionals'/><title type='text'>We work for someone else's dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;An elderly man in Mumbai calls his son in New     York and says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; mother and I are getting a divorce; 35 years of marriage... and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;much misery is enough!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Dad, what are you talking about?" the son screams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says. "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Hong   Kong and tell her!" Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like heck they're getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She calls Mumbai immediately, and screams at the old man, "You are not getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR??" and she hangs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Okay", he says, It's all set. They're both coming for Diwali and paying their own airfare!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MORAL: No man / woman is busy in this world all 365 days. The sky is not going to fall down if you take few days LEAVE and meet your dear ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;OFFICE WORK IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE and MONEY MAKING IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE. AFTER ALL WE WORK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S DREAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-546658343942863598?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-work-for-someone-elses-dream.html' title='We work for someone else&apos;s dream'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/546658343942863598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=546658343942863598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/546658343942863598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/546658343942863598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-work-for-someone-elses-dream.html' title='We work for someone else&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-854984143549133522</id><published>2009-11-27T03:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:09:23.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>A Touching Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?' I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter  Sindu looked frightened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.She has just turned eight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling,why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?Just for Dad's sake, dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'....... ....Oh sure, darling'.... 'Promise? '........ ......... Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My wife put her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'.Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;with expectation. All our attention was on her.......'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' my mother rasped.'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean shaven head.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom.She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,' That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.He is suffering from... ... leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month.He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are  teaching me how self-less real love is!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral :&lt;/b&gt; The happiest people on this planet are not those who live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones  whom they love ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-854984143549133522?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/touching-story.html' title='A Touching Story...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/854984143549133522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=854984143549133522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/854984143549133522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/854984143549133522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/touching-story.html' title='A Touching Story...'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7973611514642159078</id><published>2009-11-25T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:09:35.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><title type='text'>The 99 club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was neither happy nor content. One day, the King came upon a servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King; why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly servant had so much joy. The King asked the servant, "Why are you so happy?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man replied, "Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but my family and I don't need too much - just a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The king was not satisfied with that reply. Later in the day, he sought the advice of his most trusted advisor. After hearing the King's woes and the servant's story, the advisor said, "Your Majesty, I believe that the servant has not been made part of The 99 Club." "The 99 Club? And what exactly is that?" the King inquired. The advisor replied, "Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is, place 99 Gold coins in a bag and leave it at this servant's doorstep." When the servant saw the bag, he took it into his house. When he opened the bag, he let out a great shout of joy... So many gold coins! He began to count them. After several counts, he was at last convinced that there were 99 coins. He wondered, "What could've happened to that last gold coin? Surely, no one would leave 99 coins! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He looked everywhere he could, but that final coin was elusive. Finally, exhausted, he decided that he was going to have to work harder than ever to earn that gold coin and complete his collection. From that day, the servant's life was changed. He was overworked, horribly grumpy, and castigated his family for not helping him make that 100th gold coin. He stopped singing while he worked. Witnessing this drastic transformation, the King was puzzled. When he&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sought his adviser's help, the adviser said, "Your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99 Club." He continued, "The 99 Club is a name given to those people who have enough to be happy but are never contented, because they're always yearning and striving for that extra 1 telling to themselves: "Let me get that one final thing and then I will be happy for life."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We can be happy, even with very little in our lives, but the minute we're given something bigger and better, we want even more! We lose our sleep, our happiness, we hurt the people around us; all these as a price for our growing needs and desires.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what joining The 99 Club is all about."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7973611514642159078?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/99-club.html' title='The 99 club'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7973611514642159078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7973611514642159078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7973611514642159078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7973611514642159078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/99-club.html' title='The 99 club'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-2299263378278624683</id><published>2009-11-23T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:09:48.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actuate'/><title type='text'>Know All The Facts...</title><content type='html'>One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train. Train is about to leave the station. All passengers are settling down their seat. As train started young man was filled with lot of joy and curiosity. He was sitting on the window side. He took his hand out of window and felt the passing air.  He shouted, "Papa see all trees are going behind". Old man smiled and admired his son's feelings. Beside the young man one couple was sitting and listing all the conversion between father and son. They were little awkward with the attitude of 25 years old man behaving like a small child. Suddenly young man again shouted, "Papa see the pond and animals. Clouds are moving with train". Couple was watching the young man embarrassingly. Now its start raining and some of water drops touches the young man's hand. He was filled with joy and he closed the eyes. He shouted again," Papa it's raining, water is touching me, see papa". Couple couldn't help themselves and ask the old man. "Why don't you visit the Doctor and get treatment for your son." Old man said,&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, We are coming from the hospital as today only my son got his eye sight for first time in his life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral:&lt;/b&gt; "Dont draw conclusions until you know all the facts".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-2299263378278624683?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/know-all-facts.html' title='Know All The Facts...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/2299263378278624683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=2299263378278624683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2299263378278624683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/2299263378278624683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/know-all-facts.html' title='Know All The Facts...'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-7285846124935053290</id><published>2009-11-23T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:10:07.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Be Happy...</title><content type='html'>Zindagi hai choti, har pal mein khush raho...&lt;div&gt;Office me khush raho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ghar mein khush raho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaj paneer nahi hai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dal mein hi khush raho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaj gym jane ka samay nahi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do kadam chal ke hi khush raho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaj Dosto ka sath nahi&lt;br /&gt;TV dekh ke hi khush raho&lt;br /&gt;Ghar ja nahi sakte to phone kar ke hi khush raho&lt;br /&gt;Aaj koi naraaz hai, uske iss andaz mein bhi khush raho...&lt;br /&gt;Jise dekh nahi sakte uski awaz mein hi khush raho...&lt;br /&gt;Jise paa nahi sakte uski yaad mein hi khushraho&lt;br /&gt;Laptop na mila to kya&lt;br /&gt;Desktop mein hi khush raho&lt;br /&gt;Bita hua kal ja chuka hai, usse meethi yaadein hai, unme hi khush raho...&lt;br /&gt;Aane wale pal ka pata nahi... sapno mein hi khush raho&lt;br /&gt;Haste haste ye pal bitaenge, aaj mein hi khush raho&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi hai choti, har pal mein khush raho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-7285846124935053290?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/7285846124935053290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=7285846124935053290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7285846124935053290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/7285846124935053290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy...'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519769611004031653.post-4914690180625108064</id><published>2009-11-23T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:10:20.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Live Life this way</title><content type='html'>A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS :&lt;br /&gt;1. What were the five words ?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the implication of this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER :&lt;br /&gt;The husband just said "I am with you Darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. " A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is really worth reading. ..... Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know.&lt;br /&gt;By this way we miss out something called L.I.F.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519769611004031653-4914690180625108064?l=worldoftweety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/live-life-this-way.html' title='Live Life this way'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/feeds/4914690180625108064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519769611004031653&amp;postID=4914690180625108064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4914690180625108064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519769611004031653/posts/default/4914690180625108064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldoftweety.blogspot.com/2009/11/live-life-this-way.html' title='Live Life this way'/><author><name>Mansi Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zUy1KVOGYM/TtjDybhVsLI/AAAAAAAACh4/NuJSngfzyew/s220/DSC0353611.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
