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Once there was a king who received a gift of two magnificent falcons from Arabia . They were peregrine falcons, the most beautiful birds he had ever seen. He gave the precious birds to his head falconer to be trained. Months passed and one day the head falconer informed the king that though one of the falcons was flying majestically, soaring high in the sky, the other bird had not moved from its branch since the day it had arrived. &lt;br /&gt;
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The king summoned healers and sorcerers from all over the land to tend to the falcon, but no one could make the bird fly. He presented the task to the members of his court, but the next day, the king saw through the palace window that the bird had still not moved from its perch. Having tried everything else, the king thought to himself, "May be I need someone more familiar with the countryside to understand the nature of this problem." So he cried out to his court, "Go and get a farmer who lives in a village where there is no modern development !!!!." The farmer arrived and was explained the problem. He assured the King he would do his best....&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning, the king was thrilled to see the falcon soaring high above the palace gardens. He said to his court, "Bring me the doer of this miracle." said the king...The court quickly located the farmer, who came and stood before the king. The king asked him, "How did you make the falcon fly?" With his head bowed, the farmer said to the king, " It was very easy, your highness. I simply cut the branch where the bird was sitting." &lt;br /&gt;
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We are and were all made to fly -- to realize our incredible potential as human beings. But instead of doing that, we sit on our branches, in our own comfort zones, clinging to the things that are familiar to us and even to those that drown us in misery. The possibilities are endless, but for most of us, they remain undiscovered. We conform to the familiar, the comfortable, the mundane. So for the most part, our lives are mediocre instead of exciting, thrilling and fulfilling. So let us learn to destroy the branch of fear we cling to and free ourselves to the glory of flight.......Adapted from the Book "Why walk when you can fly"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-2223390132918998238?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/LNS5lN0ccls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/LNS5lN0ccls/why-walk-when-you-can-fly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-walk-when-you-can-fly.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-8393339103005926154</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-17T06:43:56.517-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cricket</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">AbsoluteBrilliance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Belief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sachin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heart touching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Favourite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Success</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mylove</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><title>An Open Letter to Sachin Tendulkar from one of his Die Hard Fan.</title><description>“Dear Sachin,&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel sad. Even after 22 years of playing for the country, you are still expected to win matches on your own. We forget that apart from you there are 10 more players in the team. You have been the run machine in World Cups with an average …of 60. Even today while you yet again proved your class with a 111 the others around took it easy. You chased the ball in the outfield and ensured that your throws landed on top of the bails. Others preferred to drop catches or go back to the dressing room for a ‘rest’ while a substitute fielder came in. Sachin, the current Indian cricket team doesn’t deserve you. They don’t know what it is like to give one’s blood and sweat for this nation of a billion people. For them fame and money has come to easy and undeserving – not commensurate to the ’supposed talent’ that they posses. Do you remember what you had said to Tom Alter in that interview in 1989? “I just want to play cricket”. Sachin, let me also not hide the truth – you are not my favorite cricketer – but one plays favorites only with humans – not with Gods for they are revered, emulated and looked at in awe… [We expect Sachin to win this cup for us. But what about the other players? Are they supposed to be playing ludo in the dressing room? I hope that the rest of the team wake up and realize that they are not there to 'play' in the tournament, they are supposed to 'win' it - not for themselves, not for India but for the greatest Indian to have lived - Sachin Tendulkar. P.S: In the 1992, Hero Cup semi-final in Eden Gardens Kolkata (India Vs. SA), SA needed 6 runs to win off the last over. Tendulkar snatched the ball from Azhar and bowled a magnificent over to win that match for us. (He gave away only 3 runs). Maybe our team needs to watch that over to know what guts and glory are all about.] Sachin, I hope we win the final in Wankhede. If we don’t a billion people can only hang their heads in shame and ask for your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regards,&lt;br /&gt;
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One of your undying fans who:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Still goes crazy when you hit that straight drive and show us the manufacturer’s name on the bat.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Stayed awake late into the night before my end terms to watch that 100 in Sharjah in the midst of that sandstorm.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Relished every shot that you played to decimate Warne in 1998 and then Shoaib Akhtar in that 2003 World Cup against Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Will stop watching cricket after you retire.”&lt;br /&gt;
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source : http://tendulkar.co.in/index.php/2011/03/17/an-open-letter-to-sachin-tendulkar/comment-page-4/#comment-44474&lt;br /&gt;
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If possible read the comments updated by the readers on the source. Really touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-8393339103005926154?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/IQUIWg_7Ts8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/IQUIWg_7Ts8/open-letter-to-sachin-tendulkar-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/open-letter-to-sachin-tendulkar-from.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-7884544944203703051</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 11:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-08T03:02:52.840-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Success</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><title>Believe in yourself.</title><description>There may be days when you get up in the morning and things aren’t the way you had hoped they would be.&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s when you have to tell yourself that things will get better. There are times when people disappoint you and let you down.&lt;br /&gt;
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But those are the times when you must remind yourself to trust your own judgments and opinions, to keep your life focused on believing in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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There will be challenges to face and changes to make in your life, and it is up to you to accept them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction for you. It may not be easy at times, but in those times of struggle you will find a stronger sense of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;
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So when the days come that are filled with frustration and unexpected responsibilities, remember to believe in yourself and all you want your life to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because the challenges and changes will only help you to find the goals that you know are meant to come true for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Keep Believing in Yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-7884544944203703051?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/ZcGdVyCMLaY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/ZcGdVyCMLaY/believe-in-yourself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/believe-in-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-6657802007997261374</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 10:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-29T03:27:51.939-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">AbsoluteBrilliance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moral lesson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiring poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Plan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Favourite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">entertainment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><title>Donkey's Attitude</title><description>One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. &lt;br /&gt;
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He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down. &lt;br /&gt;
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A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. &lt;br /&gt;
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As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off! &lt;br /&gt;
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MORAL :&lt;br /&gt;
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up. &lt;br /&gt;
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Remember the five simple rules to be happy: &lt;br /&gt;
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1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Live simply and appreciate what you have. &lt;br /&gt;
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4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Expect less from people but more from God. &lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-6657802007997261374?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/3kY6Xzj2bA0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/3kY6Xzj2bA0/donkeys-attitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/donkeys-attitude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-4037459061955283045</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-15T06:49:26.552-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">timepass</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">puzzle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Favourite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Success</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exercise</category><title>Secret Agent Puzzle</title><description>The secret agent X emailed a code word to his head office. They are "AIM DUE OAT TIE MOD". But four of these five words are fake and only one contains the information. The agent X also mailed a sentence as a clue - if I tell you any one character of the code word, you would be able to tell the number of vowels in the code word. Can you tell which is the code word?&lt;br /&gt;
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If you were told any one character of MOD, then you would not be able to determine whether the number of vowels are one or two. e.g. if you were told M, there are two words with M - AIM with 2 vowels and MOD with 1 vowel. So you would not be able to say the number of vowels. Same arguments can be given for characters O and D. Hence, the word with any one of M, O or D is not a code word i.e. AIM, DUE, OAT and MOD are not the code word. Thus, TIE is the code word.&lt;br /&gt;
T : two words - TIE and OAT, both with 2 vowels&lt;br /&gt;
I : two words - TIE and AIM, both with 2 vowels&lt;br /&gt;
E : two words - TIE and DUE, both with 2 vowels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-4037459061955283045?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/0MXunKD7JsM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/0MXunKD7JsM/secret-agent-puzzle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/secret-agent-puzzle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-8051460174293562632</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-15T06:44:32.912-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">timepass</category><title>Why do we use right hands to shake hands ??</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/TBeDaCT4SoI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jybdIcmieKQ/s1600/ShakeHandsSmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/TBeDaCT4SoI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jybdIcmieKQ/s320/ShakeHandsSmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Western Custom of shaking hands has its origin in the past.&lt;br /&gt;
Centuries ago men used to carry weapons in their right hands(Most of the people are Right Handed).when one man wanted to show the friendliness to another. He threw down the weapons and offered his right hand to the other person as a symbol of friendship and peace. The custom has remained.&lt;br /&gt;
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Very funny fact naaa.........&lt;br /&gt;
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Source: Inventions(Fact books)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-8051460174293562632?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/sObLgFdR8rA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/sObLgFdR8rA/why-do-we-use-right-hands-to-shake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/TBeDaCT4SoI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jybdIcmieKQ/s72-c/ShakeHandsSmall.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-do-we-use-right-hands-to-shake.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-1670181682145967398</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-01T09:22:50.829-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moral lesson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiring poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lesson</category><title>My Father is the Best  :)</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/TAUzzbB4vsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/PqFYaLMLqPo/s1600/father-son-sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/TAUzzbB4vsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/PqFYaLMLqPo/s320/father-son-sunrise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 4 Yrs Old : My father is THE BEST &lt;br /&gt;
..........&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 6 Yrs Old : My father seems to know everyone&lt;br /&gt;
.........&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 10 Yrs Old : My father is excellent but he is short tempered&lt;br /&gt;
.........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 12 Yrs Old : My father was nice when I was little&lt;br /&gt;
..........&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 14 Yrs Old : My father started being too sensitive&lt;br /&gt;
..........&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 16 Yrs Old : My father can't keep up with modern time&lt;br /&gt;
...........&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 18 Yrs Old : My father is getting less tolerant as the days pass by&lt;br /&gt;
...........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 20 Yrs Old : It is too hard to forgive my father, how could my Mum stand him all these years&lt;br /&gt;
............&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;When I was 25 Yrs Old : My father seems to be objecting to everything I do&lt;br /&gt;
............ ..&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 30 Yrs Old: It's very difficult to be in agreement with my father, I wonder if my Grandfather was troubled by my father when he was a youth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
............ ....&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 40 Yrs Old: My father brought me up with a lot of discipline, I must do the same&lt;br /&gt;
............ .....&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 45 Yrs Old: I am puzzled, how did my father manage to raise all of us&lt;br /&gt;
............ ...&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was 50 Yrs Old : It's rather difficult to control my kids, how much did my father suffer for the sake of upbringing and protecting us&lt;br /&gt;
............ .&lt;br /&gt;
When I was 55 Yrs Old: My father was far looking and had wide plans for us, he was gentle and outstanding..&lt;br /&gt;
.............&lt;br /&gt;
When I became 60 Yrs Old: My father is THE BEST&lt;br /&gt;
...........&lt;br /&gt;
Note that it took 56 Yrs to complete the cycle and return to the starting point 'My father is THE BEST '&lt;br /&gt;
............. .&lt;br /&gt;
Let's be good to our parents before it's too late and pray to God that our own children will treat us even better than the way we treated our parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-1670181682145967398?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/Q5ESCHiMVuU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/Q5ESCHiMVuU/my-father-is-best.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/TAUzzbB4vsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/PqFYaLMLqPo/s72-c/father-son-sunrise.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-father-is-best.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-5786430699332056138</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-15T11:54:42.973-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Favourite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">entertainment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Arjun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Good links</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heart touching</category><title>Camille Allen a Great Artist.</title><description>Wow... what a creativity. I m surprised to see someone with such a great talent.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you got impressed with her work please check with her personal site : &lt;br&gt;&lt;a url= "http://www.camilleallen.com"&gt;http://www.camilleallen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When She Noticed a young man smiling at her she began feeling humiliated on Account of her condition. She changed her seat and he seemed more amused. She moved again and then on her third move he burst out laughing, She had him arrested. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the case came before the court, the young man was asked why he acted in such a manner. &lt;br /&gt;
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His reply was: When the lady boarded the bus I couldn't help noticing she was pregnant. She sat under an advertisement, which read 'Coming Soon: The Gold Dust Twins'. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was even more amused when she sat under a shaving advertisement, which read: 'William's Stick Did The Trick'. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then I could not control myself any longer when on the third move she sat under an advertisement, which read: 'Dunlop Rubber would have prevented this accident.' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The case was dismissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-1751566303468891694?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/zuSEQXFi8fY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/zuSEQXFi8fY/guy-was-arrested-for-laughing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/guy-was-arrested-for-laughing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-5219089289695006319</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 11:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T04:55:29.401-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">timepass</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wife n husband</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Ultimate Fun.. Read till end.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-vohgUibOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/yyFU1kbhWDg/s1600/kites.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-vohgUibOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/yyFU1kbhWDg/s320/kites.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[1] Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving. &lt;br /&gt;
[2] Having one child makes you a parent; having two you are a referee. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[3] Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[4] I believe we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[5] A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms. &lt;br /&gt;
[6] Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[7] Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without, but whatever you do, you'll regret it later. &lt;br /&gt;
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[8] You can't buy love, but you pay heavily for it. &lt;br /&gt;
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[9] Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote. &lt;br /&gt;
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[10] Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[11] Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or she'll take it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;
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[12] My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me. &lt;br /&gt;
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[13] Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others. &lt;br /&gt;
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[14] Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[15] A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. &lt;br /&gt;
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[16] You're getting old when you enjoy remembering things more than doing them. &lt;br /&gt;
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[17] It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss. &lt;br /&gt;
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[18] Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books. &lt;br /&gt;
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[19] Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you. &lt;br /&gt;
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[20] Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something &lt;br /&gt;
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[21] They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak! &lt;br /&gt;
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[22] Man: Is there any way for long life? &lt;br /&gt;
Dr: Get married. &lt;br /&gt;
Man: Will it help? &lt;br /&gt;
Dr: No, but then the thought of long life will never come. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[23]Why do couples hold hands during their wedding? It's a formality just like two boxers shaking hands before the fight begins! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[24]Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do? &lt;br /&gt;
Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[25]It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs Arranged. It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[26]There is only one perfect child in the world and every mother has it.. &lt;br /&gt;
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[27]There is only one perfect wife in the world and every neighbor has it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-5219089289695006319?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/_dAZB5Ektxw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/_dAZB5Ektxw/ultimate-fun-read-till-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-vohgUibOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/yyFU1kbhWDg/s72-c/kites.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/ultimate-fun-read-till-end.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-2349026150101544966</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T04:42:58.572-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bush in a mood to know Abdul Kalam Leader Ship Policy..Very funny ..gags</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-vlq7N9byI/AAAAAAAAAlw/um-7flNQ5KI/s1600/35872110-abdul-kalam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-vlq7N9byI/AAAAAAAAAlw/um-7flNQ5KI/s320/35872110-abdul-kalam.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While visiting India , George Bush is invited to tea with Abdul Kalam. He asks Kalam what his leadership philosophy is. He says that, it is to surround himself with intelligent people.&lt;br /&gt;
Bush asks how he knows if they're intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I do so by asking them the right questions," says Kalam. "Allow&lt;br /&gt;
me to demonstrate. "&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bush watches as Kalam phones Manmohan Singh and says, "Mr. Prime&lt;br /&gt;
Minister, please answer this question: your mother has a child, and&lt;br /&gt;
your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or sister.&lt;br /&gt;
Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manmohan immediately responds, "It's me, Sir !"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Correct. Thank you and good-bye, sir," says Kalam. He hangs up&lt;br /&gt;
and says, "Did you get that, Mr. Bush?" Bush nods: "Yes Mr. President..&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks a lot. I'll definitely be using that!" Bush, upon returning to&lt;br /&gt;
Washington , decides he'd better put Condoleeza Rice to the test.&lt;br /&gt;
Bush summons her to the White House and says, "Condoleeza, I wonder if&lt;br /&gt;
you can answer a question for me."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Why, of course, sir. What's on your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Bush poses the question: "Uhh, your mother has a child, and your&lt;br /&gt;
father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister.&lt;br /&gt;
Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Rice was puzzled and finally asks, "Can I think about it and get back&lt;br /&gt;
to you?" Bush agrees, and Rice leaves. Rice immediately calls a&lt;br /&gt;
meeting of senior senators, and they puzzle over the question for&lt;br /&gt;
several hours, but nobody can come up with an answer. Finally, in&lt;br /&gt;
desperation, Rice calls Colin Powell and explains the problem.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Mr. Powell, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and&lt;br /&gt;
this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Powell answers immediately, "It's me, of course."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Much relieved, Rice rushes back to the White House, finds George Bush,&lt;br /&gt;
and exclaims, "I know the answer, sir! I know who it is! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's our Colin Powell!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And Bush replies in disgust, "Wrong, its Manmohan Singh !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-2349026150101544966?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/3eNko-l80ws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/3eNko-l80ws/bush-in-mood-to-know-abdul-kalam-leader.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-vlq7N9byI/AAAAAAAAAlw/um-7flNQ5KI/s72-c/35872110-abdul-kalam.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/bush-in-mood-to-know-abdul-kalam-leader.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-8134807414098574993</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T00:33:51.403-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">timepass</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Can you Answer this Questions ?? Lets C how clever u R !!! lolz</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-urP_vgLqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PtI1BnZcUR0/s1600/0164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-urP_vgLqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PtI1BnZcUR0/s320/0164.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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ANS: BACHHE HAIN !!!! KUCH BHI BOL DETE HAIN !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-8134807414098574993?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/CJR_dOs0eA4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/CJR_dOs0eA4/can-you-answer-this-questions-lets-c.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-urP_vgLqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PtI1BnZcUR0/s72-c/0164.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-you-answer-this-questions-lets-c.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-23043004350991753</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 07:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T00:26:50.228-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">timepass</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Why Men are Just Happier People ..!!  Itz True</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-uppqDKBLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mCca1Jq5BUI/s1600/smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-uppqDKBLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mCca1Jq5BUI/s320/smile.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NAMES &lt;br /&gt;
• If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah. &lt;br /&gt;
• If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
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EATING OUT &lt;br /&gt;
• When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back. &lt;br /&gt;
• When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators. &lt;br /&gt;
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MONEY &lt;br /&gt;
• A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs. &lt;br /&gt;
• A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BATHROOMS &lt;br /&gt;
• A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel. &lt;br /&gt;
• The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ARGUMENTS &lt;br /&gt;
• A woman has the last word in any argument. &lt;br /&gt;
• Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FUTURE &lt;br /&gt;
• A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. &lt;br /&gt;
• A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SUCCESS &lt;br /&gt;
• A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. &lt;br /&gt;
• A successful woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MARRIAGE &lt;br /&gt;
• A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;
• A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DRESSING UP &lt;br /&gt;
• A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. &lt;br /&gt;
• A man will dress up for weddings and funerals. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
NATURAL &lt;br /&gt;
• Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;
• Women somehow deteriorate during the night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OFFSPRING &lt;br /&gt;
• Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;
• A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-23043004350991753?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/FktAXhoT2o8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/FktAXhoT2o8/why-men-are-just-happier-people-itz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-uppqDKBLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mCca1Jq5BUI/s72-c/smile.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-men-are-just-happier-people-itz.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-3889205175606112496</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 08:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-12T01:22:04.621-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moral lesson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">timepass</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Belief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heart touching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Favourite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shortest Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><title>Story Narrated by a Lady .. Love Someone this much..</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-pkKATpV7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/tKYVYOBxxkI/s1600/ATT0007077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-pkKATpV7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/tKYVYOBxxkI/s320/ATT0007077.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-pkXPR6aLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xbpuZWZVugQ/s1600/ATT171741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-pkXPR6aLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xbpuZWZVugQ/s320/ATT171741.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''aunty, are you sure I don't have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to givethis doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister..''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told dad dy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-3889205175606112496?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/xEXkb4v6wq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/xEXkb4v6wq4/story-narrated-by-lady-love-someone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-pkKATpV7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/tKYVYOBxxkI/s72-c/ATT0007077.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/story-narrated-by-lady-love-someone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-1403931297711279322</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-12T01:10:12.617-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moral lesson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Belief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lesson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heart touching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shortest Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiring story</category><title>Never Give Up</title><description>The Pictures below doesnt resemble with the story I have provided but they are very related the story.so check it out its really touching . &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="210" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="245" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.11&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.11&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="228" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.13&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.13&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.16&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.16&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="255" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.19&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1288208b3c803b8f&amp;amp;attid=0.1.19&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day a young lady was driving along with her father.&lt;br /&gt;
They came upon a storm, and the young lady asked her father, What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;
He said "keep driving". Cars began to pull over to the side, the storm was&lt;br /&gt;
Getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What should I do." The young lady asked?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Keep driving," her father replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On up a few feet, she noticed that eighteen wheelers were also pulling over.&lt;br /&gt;
She told her dad, "I must pull over, I can barely see ahead. It is&lt;br /&gt;
Terrible, and everyone is pulling over!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her father told her, "Don't give up, just keep driving!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now the storm was terrible, but she never stopped driving, and soon she&lt;br /&gt;
Could see a little more clearly. After a couple of miles she was again on&lt;br /&gt;
Dry land, and the sun came out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her father said, "Now you can pull over and get out."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said "But why now?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He said "When you get out, look back at all the people that gave up and are&lt;br /&gt;
Still in the storm, because you never gave up your storm is now over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is a testimony for anyone who is going through "hard times".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just because everyone else, even the strongest, gives up. You don't have&lt;br /&gt;
To...if you keep going, soon your storm will be over and the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;
Upon your face again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-1403931297711279322?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/zLSXgoEtvfM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/zLSXgoEtvfM/never-give-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-give-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-3984804992828468419</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-12T00:49:57.992-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Ain't nothin' you can do".. Love the people around you.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-pdkPTwdXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8MXQcVaNZ7M/s1600/177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-pdkPTwdXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8MXQcVaNZ7M/s320/177.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There "ain't nothin' you can do" about quite a few situations!&lt;br /&gt;
And it's true with people, too. There ain't nothin' you can do &lt;br /&gt;
about the Way they are, so it is fruitless to try to change them&lt;br /&gt;
into something Else. &lt;br /&gt;
You are wise to learn to accept them without conditions,&lt;br /&gt;
Understand them the best you can and love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
For they Probably won't change much and there just ain't nothin' &lt;br /&gt;
you can do About it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"We come to love, not by finding a perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly." It's&lt;br /&gt;
All about acceptance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-3984804992828468419?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/PypYINa3h6c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/PypYINa3h6c/aint-nothin-you-can-do-love-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S-pdkPTwdXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8MXQcVaNZ7M/s72-c/177.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/aint-nothin-you-can-do-love-people.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-5252818102568353435</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-26T08:59:25.401-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">IDIOT</category><title>How to confuse an IDIOT !!</title><description>Check out this video for a simple trick to confuse an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;
Note the video may take alittle time to load but it is worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S9W4IXH9YWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tUI0RUmvKiE/s1600/idiot.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S9W4IXH9YWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tUI0RUmvKiE/s320/idiot.gif" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-5252818102568353435?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/4lsQ2hOeFjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/4lsQ2hOeFjQ/how-to-confuse-idiot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S9W4IXH9YWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tUI0RUmvKiE/s72-c/idiot.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-confuse-idiot.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-5688355255179297562</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-26T08:53:45.436-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Facebook</category><title>How to add Facebook plugins to your blog/site ??</title><description>Today I have added the facebook plugin to my blog(Fun with blogs). Its unbelievable .. It became so easy to add the plugin to the site. That is b'coz Facebook has now made it extremely easy to integrate facebook social elements to the site.&lt;br /&gt;
Just add the following piece of HTML code in to your template code and your blog will instatnly become facebook ready.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;textarea cols="42" style="height: 41px; width: 407px;" width="100%"&gt; &amp;lt;iframe expr:src='"http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=" + data:post.url + "&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show-faces=true&amp;amp;width=530&amp;amp;height=60&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light"' frameborder='0' scrolling='no' style='border:none; overflow:hidden; width:530px; height:60px' allowTransparency='true'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/iframe&amp;gt; &lt;/textarea&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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You need to edit the HTML of your Blogger template and insert the above line somewhere after the post template – search for &lt;b:includable id=’post’ var=’post’&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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one of the award winnning pic and a heart touching pic.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;" The girl had stopped to rest while struggling to reach the refugee camp, nearby a vulture is waiting her to die. " &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And the story behind this is :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S6hxTdLTpOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jNEWsuQCweU/s1600-h/kevin_carter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S6hxTdLTpOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jNEWsuQCweU/s320/kevin_carter.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;B&gt;The Guy in the pic is Kelvin Carter. He is an award winning south african photoJournalist....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In March 1993 Kevin Carter made a trip to southern Sudan and took this photograph. The picture would later bring him the Pulitzer prize, but also death. The girl had stopped to rest while struggling to reach the refugee camp, nearby a vulture is waiting her to die. It is a horrific picture that gave people a true look at the dire condition in Sub-Saharan Africa. Kevin then came under a lot of scrutiny for spending over 20 minutes setting up the photo instead of helping the child. Three months after taking the photo, he committed suicide.I am giving even the picture of the photographer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-4535844509272433469?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/0PhgEcKrHfk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/0PhgEcKrHfk/pic-which-bought-pulitzer-prize-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S6hxWeyOpuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Cq89xxF2XTE/s72-c/saddest-picture.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/pic-which-bought-pulitzer-prize-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-2218655159555228187</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T04:18:04.701-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LifeTime</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cricket</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sachin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiring story</category><title>The God of all things -- by sourabh somani</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S4UnPyJfNhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KBWkbWwNgug/s1600-h/sachin-tendulkar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S4UnPyJfNhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KBWkbWwNgug/s320/sachin-tendulkar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In 1989, during the selection of the Indian team for the tour to Pakistan, the selectors - led by the late Raj Singh Dungarpur - were faced with a tricky question. They had in their minds an outrageously talented young boy, who they were sure would represent India with distinction. The question they wrestled with was whether the boy should be thrust into the lion's den so soon. And the den couldn't have been more hostile than a tour of Pakistan, facing the likes of Wasim Akram, Waqar Younis and Imran Khan in their backyard, with crowds everywhere baying for the blood of the Indians.&lt;br /&gt;
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Would selecting the boy for the tour be the right decision? Would it leave him with mental scars that would retard his development? Would they be risking a potentially world-beating future for a tenuous present?&lt;br /&gt;
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The selectors then were each nominated from different zones in the country. As they debated the question - so the story goes - two of the selectors thought the boy was ready, and two of them wanted to wait.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ones who wanted to wait had the valid question: "What if the tour proves to be too much? What if he fails?"&lt;br /&gt;
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On hearing this, another selector turned to the fifth man in the room, who had not expressed his opinion yet. This was the West Zone selector who had seen the boy blitz all comers across all playing divisions. The words he is supposed to have said sealed the deal in favour of selection, though none of the five men could have known just what they were about to unleash into the cricket world.&lt;br /&gt;
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The selector from the West Zone simply said: "Gentlemen, Sachin Tendulkar does not fail."&lt;br /&gt;
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And he hasn't - for twenty years and counting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Batman puts on a cape, Spiderman wears a costume, Superman sheds his normal clothes to reveal his true self - Sachin Tendulkar needs only to pick up a bat in hand to be a superhero.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is not an attempt to dissect the man statistically. It is not an attempt to provide expert views on his cricket. It is not an attempt to add to the paeans being sung about him as the cricketing world celebrates twenty years of excellence.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is simply an intensely personal view by a fan of a man who remained a hero from boyhood to adolescence and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do twenty years mean to a fan? It means a vignette of images that Tendulkar has left us with. &lt;br /&gt;
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From running around in a playground during the 1992 World Cup and yelling, "India beat Pakistan. Tendulkar is the man of the match!" to remembering the headline that announced that Tendulkar had scored his second ODI century after taking an inordinate amount of time to score his first - a headline that said, "Rutherford Ruthless, Parore Roars, but Tendulkar, Prabhakar steal the limelight."&lt;br /&gt;
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From getting excited in 1994 when he made his then-highest Test score of 179 to feeling cheated when he was not awarded the Man-of-the-series in the 1996 World Cup for being the highest and classiest scorer in the tournament. From remembering the painful struggle he went through as captain in 1997 - when he had to battle not only opponents but officials as well - to feeling exhilarated throughout much of 1998, as the destroyer in Tendulkar returned to quell not just Australians but sandstorms too on an unforgettable night in Sharjah. From having our hearts broken along with his when he miscued a Saqlain doosra in the Chennai Test of 1999 to having our faith in the game restored during the match-fixing scandal, when it was revealed that bookies would take bets on Indian matches only after he got out.&lt;br /&gt;
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From remembering the 2003 World Cup as an image forever frozen of Tendulkar cutting Shoaib Akhtar over third-man for maximum to shaking our heads in disbelief in 2004 at the amazing self-control and discipline of a man who did not play a single cover drive in an innings of 241 not out.&lt;br /&gt;
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From exulting with him at burying the ghost of 'finishing' matches for India in the CB series in 2008 to the sharing his solemn joy and humility at bringing a Test victory to the nation immediately after his city had been ravaged by scum towards the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the years rolled by, we got used to a different Tendulkar, and his 2003 heroics seemed the last time he would throw back the years and bat as he had in his youth. His average and strike rates didn't suffer, but he had made a subtle shift from run-plunderer to intelligent accumulator. And then, as he so often has in the past, he showed us that the plunderer still remained in a knock that was as inspiring as it was heart-breaking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through proxy-wars and floods, through terrorist attacks and droughts, through living under corrupt politicians and battling for survival at work or school - through it all, it was one man that brought us hope. One man who needed only to wield a bat to unite the most diverse country in the world. A hero who did not need a script, arc-lights and endless retakes to have the audience gasping in awe, but played out his dramas in real-time.&lt;br /&gt;
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And yet, even he has fallen short of universal acclaim. His knock of 175, and others like it in his career when he led India to the doorstep of victory but fell short of actually marching in only to see his team-mates fail around him, has been the catalyst for re-igniting the debate about whether he has won enough matches for India. The analyst in me wants to examine the question using all kinds of criteria and statistics, but for today he has been banished by the fan. And a good thing too, because it is with a fan's eyes that I can see what I wouldn't otherwise. It is his failures as much as his success that brings him closer to us. Without them, he would have been the perfect man - so perfect that we would have been forced to admire him from afar. But when he perishes at the doorstep of victory, we bleed with him. And we are reminded that even though he performs superhero-like deeds, he is still human.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sages who seek silence to meditate go to the loneliest reaches of the planet to achieve it. But if they were looking for that unreal moment when there is a silence so pervading that you could hear a feather drop, they need to attend a match in India when Sachin Tendulkar plays. Most of the time, when he bats the noise will be deafening. But when gets out, as he must because he is mortal, they will hear the most deafening silence that it is possible to hear. And they will hear it in a stadium jam-packed with frenzied fans who have all come to pay homage to their God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even in defeat, Sachin Tendulkar weaves miracles.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-2218655159555228187?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/njHVcilQiJs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/njHVcilQiJs/god-of-all-things-by-sourabh-somani.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S4UnPyJfNhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KBWkbWwNgug/s72-c/sachin-tendulkar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-of-all-things-by-sourabh-somani.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-6136928215207139774</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T07:05:02.816-08:00</atom:updated><title>First You Tube Video</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3wFjpCno_I/AAAAAAAAAis/zu2KU-jJEco/s1600-h/youtube.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3wFjpCno_I/AAAAAAAAAis/zu2KU-jJEco/s320/youtube.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you want to search / watch some kind of&amp;nbsp; video what comes first into your mind ???&lt;br /&gt;
I believe the word YOUTUBE comes first in to the picture . But do you have any idea how does the concept of&amp;nbsp; watching a video , uploading a video file&amp;nbsp; came in to reality and what is the first video that is uploaded into the youtube ??&lt;br /&gt;
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A short note about all this interesting facts about YOUTUBE .&lt;br /&gt;
Youtube was first introduced(its domain name(www.youtube.com) was created) on Valentine's Day five years ago. (On a lovely Day right ;))&lt;br /&gt;
Its founders are&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Chen_%28YouTube%29"&gt;Steve Chen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chad_Hurley"&gt;Chad Hurley&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jawed_Karim"&gt;Jawed Karim.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It is a quite interesting story ..&lt;br /&gt;
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These people wanted to share the videos of their Dinner party with their friends but their email program doesn't support larger size video attachments.so they have decided to design a simple video sharing site that support large video attachments which became one of the most popular video sites in the web world.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first YouTube video was entitled "Me at the zoo", and shows founder Jawed Karim at San Diego Zoo. The video was uploaded on April 23, 2005, and can still be viewed on the site.&lt;br /&gt;
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Great work guys we usually have lots of fun,information,and many stuff... etc&lt;br /&gt;
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We love it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-6136928215207139774?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/v2SaQ5rwkiY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/v2SaQ5rwkiY/first-you-tube-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3wFjpCno_I/AAAAAAAAAis/zu2KU-jJEco/s72-c/youtube.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-you-tube-video.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-8614313214859665618</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T06:08:40.081-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lesson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiring story</category><title>Dr. Abdul Kalam's Letter to Every Indian</title><description>&lt;a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=126db7d7735ec3dc&amp;amp;attid=0.5&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;realattid=0.5&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d975b680ef&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=126db7d7735ec3dc&amp;amp;attid=0.5&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;realattid=0.5&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is the media here so negative?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own&lt;br /&gt;
strengths, our achievements?&lt;br /&gt;
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We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success&lt;br /&gt;
stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?&lt;br /&gt;
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We are the first in milk production.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are the second largest producer of wheat.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are the second largest producer of rice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village&lt;br /&gt;
into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such&lt;br /&gt;
achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures&lt;br /&gt;
and disasters.&lt;br /&gt;
I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;
It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had&lt;br /&gt;
taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;
had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed&lt;br /&gt;
his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture&lt;br /&gt;
that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments,&lt;br /&gt;
deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.&lt;br /&gt;
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In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime..&lt;br /&gt;
Why are we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so&lt;br /&gt;
obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T.Vs, we want foreign&lt;br /&gt;
shirts. We want foreign technology.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize&lt;br /&gt;
that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving&lt;br /&gt;
this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked&lt;br /&gt;
her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed&lt;br /&gt;
India . For her, you and I will have to build this developed India . You&lt;br /&gt;
must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly&lt;br /&gt;
developed nation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
..&lt;br /&gt;
YOU say that our government is inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;
YOU say that our laws are too old.&lt;br /&gt;
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke. The&lt;br /&gt;
airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.&lt;br /&gt;
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the&lt;br /&gt;
absolute pits.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name -&lt;br /&gt;
'YOURS'. Give him a face - 'YOURS'. YOU walk out of the airport and you&lt;br /&gt;
are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette&lt;br /&gt;
butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their&lt;br /&gt;
Underground links as they are.. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive&lt;br /&gt;
through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road)&lt;br /&gt;
between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your&lt;br /&gt;
parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping&lt;br /&gt;
mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you don't say&lt;br /&gt;
anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in&lt;br /&gt;
Dubai .. YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in&lt;br /&gt;
Jeddah.&lt;br /&gt;
YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange&lt;br /&gt;
in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and&lt;br /&gt;
ISD calls are billed to someone else.'YOU would not dare to speed beyond&lt;br /&gt;
55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta&lt;br /&gt;
hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take&lt;br /&gt;
your two bucks and get lost.' YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell&lt;br /&gt;
anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New&lt;br /&gt;
Zealand ..&lt;br /&gt;
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? Why don't YOU&lt;br /&gt;
use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston ??? We are&lt;br /&gt;
still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a&lt;br /&gt;
foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will&lt;br /&gt;
throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian&lt;br /&gt;
ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien&lt;br /&gt;
country, why cannot you be the same here in India ?&lt;br /&gt;
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In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has&lt;br /&gt;
done the job. Same in Japan ..&lt;br /&gt;
Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to the&lt;br /&gt;
polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to&lt;br /&gt;
do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We&lt;br /&gt;
expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking&lt;br /&gt;
garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray&lt;br /&gt;
piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to&lt;br /&gt;
provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of&lt;br /&gt;
bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of&lt;br /&gt;
food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least&lt;br /&gt;
opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the&lt;br /&gt;
service to the public.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it comes to burning social issues like those related to&lt;br /&gt;
women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room&lt;br /&gt;
protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's&lt;br /&gt;
the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone&lt;br /&gt;
forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system?&lt;br /&gt;
What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it&lt;br /&gt;
consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other&lt;br /&gt;
communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it&lt;br /&gt;
comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we&lt;br /&gt;
lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into&lt;br /&gt;
the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the&lt;br /&gt;
country and run away.&lt;br /&gt;
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask&lt;br /&gt;
in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure&lt;br /&gt;
we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the&lt;br /&gt;
next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to&lt;br /&gt;
be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out&lt;br /&gt;
to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our&lt;br /&gt;
conscience is mortgaged to money.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for&lt;br /&gt;
a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am&lt;br /&gt;
echoing J. F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to&lt;br /&gt;
Indians.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE&lt;br /&gt;
INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h1&gt;Lets do what India needs from us.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dr.. Abdul Kalam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-8614313214859665618?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/OmsCOpemaVc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/OmsCOpemaVc/dr-abdul-kalams-letter-to-every-indian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/dr-abdul-kalams-letter-to-every-indian.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-2604465194532037648</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T05:53:57.925-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">timepass</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lesson</category><title>Decision Making - Good One</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3v0nuSP15I/AAAAAAAAAik/-2R_H2-R8r8/s1600-h/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3v0nuSP15I/AAAAAAAAAik/-2R_H2-R8r8/s320/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the  rest on the operational track.&lt;br /&gt;
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The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange. You can make the train change its course to the disused track and save most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way?    &lt;br /&gt;
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Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child. You might think the same way, I guess. Exactly, to save most of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally. But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place?&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens.. If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe. If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be   made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right one.&lt;br /&gt;
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'Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right.'  &lt;br /&gt;
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Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-2604465194532037648?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/es4-fvGJywA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/es4-fvGJywA/decision-making-good-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3v0nuSP15I/AAAAAAAAAik/-2R_H2-R8r8/s72-c/image001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/decision-making-good-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-4044043885637793569</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T05:44:33.656-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moral lesson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lesson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiring story</category><title>Emotions are just a part of Life ... Be Positive</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3QJCirD1rI/AAAAAAAAAiU/n20eGAbIweE/s1600-h/emotions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3QJCirD1rI/AAAAAAAAAiU/n20eGAbIweE/s320/emotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Life is like an unsolved puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;
No one can define what life is because it is a very complex thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is something that makes you happy and proud at times and&lt;br /&gt;
makes you feel so low at times that you say to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
"Why was I born?"&lt;br /&gt;
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But whatever it is, it is real fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Life, in every moment, something new happens; something that&lt;br /&gt;
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you never expected, something that you were waiting from a long while&lt;br /&gt;
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to happen and something you were expecting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is a combination of happiness, sorrow, joy, love, anger,&lt;br /&gt;
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enjoyment, loneliness, fear, excitement and many other emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The definition of the word life can't be completed&lt;br /&gt;
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without using the word emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people work in emotions whereas others work with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
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So it's very important to understand how people are using their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
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If they are letting emotions get control over them, then they'll be dragged&lt;br /&gt;
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by others and situations all the time. But, if he is controlling his emotions&lt;br /&gt;
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in a proper way, then no one will ever have control over him.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way a person uses his emotions is what we call attitude.&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone has correctly said, "Your attitude determines your altitude in life".&lt;br /&gt;
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Attitude, as I already defined, is the way an individual uses his emotions&lt;br /&gt;
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and directly related to the psyche of a person.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people use their emotions in a positive way&lt;br /&gt;
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and some people do it in a negative sense.&lt;br /&gt;
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and when they use it in a negative way we call it negative attitude.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's up to an individual to decide how he uses his emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which way will you decide ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Words to the World&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731092451114358075-4044043885637793569?l=arjunblogspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~4/_RY7I6FIDZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunWithBlogs/~3/_RY7I6FIDZ8/emotions-are-just-part-of-life-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun Togiti)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3QJCirD1rI/AAAAAAAAAiU/n20eGAbIweE/s72-c/emotions.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arjunblogspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/emotions-are-just-part-of-life-be.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731092451114358075.post-8821836538673778111</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T05:01:38.738-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">timepass</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Three Brothers....  Ha haha.. :) :)</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3P_H499P_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/YXK7jjc55TM/s1600-h/beer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czTGfiGdRbY/S3P_H499P_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/YXK7jjc55TM/s320/beer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A man walks into a bar in London and ordered 3-glasses of beer&lt;br /&gt;
and sits in the backyard of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in&lt;br /&gt;
turn.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he finishes, he comes back to the bar counter and orders 3 more.&lt;br /&gt;
The bartender asks him, "You know, beer goes flat after I fill it in the&lt;br /&gt;
glass; it would taste better if you buy one at a time."&lt;br /&gt;
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The man replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in&lt;br /&gt;
Dubai, the other in Canada and I'm here in London.&lt;br /&gt;
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When they left home, we promised that we'll drink this way to remember&lt;br /&gt;
the days when we drank together.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bartender admits that this is a nice custom and leaves it there.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man became a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.&lt;br /&gt;
He order 3-Beers and drinks them in turn.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day, he came in and ordered only 2-Beers All the other regulars&lt;br /&gt;
notice and fall silent.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says,"&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my sincere&lt;br /&gt;
condolences on your great loss. "&lt;br /&gt;
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The man  looked confused for a moment, then he laughs .... "Oh, no,"&lt;br /&gt;
he, said, "Everyone's fine - both my brothers are alive" .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;I Just Quit Drinking..&lt;/h1&gt;HA Ha HA Ha Ha a..&lt;br /&gt;
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