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And when the past has some cherishable moment, it becomes harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in our thought, we have three different junctions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Past&lt;br /&gt;b) Present and&lt;br /&gt;c) Future (same old, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we think about the past, we cherish the moment we had with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we think about the present, we miss that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we think about the future, we get worried, thinking we won’t have that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem starts here – you presume that you won't have that kinda moment again in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t presume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t draw a straight line from past to future. Because life isn’t a straight line; life is topsy-turvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t presume, just live on the edge. Embrace it as the way it comes. You don’t know what future holds for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One truth: future never comes when it has nothing good to offer. The day future won’t have anything good for you; it would never come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it is coming, look what the cheerful sight it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, every song ends but it doesn’t mean you would stop enjoying music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-5183815433685437283?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/qPFJElI2C74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/qPFJElI2C74/every-song-ends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b6ym7mZkbE/Ts1DIvy9SPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ZoAIHGLdvw4/s72-c/heart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2011/11/every-song-ends.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-2258689433652210293</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-01T11:21:18.985+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opportunity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dream</category><title>Today Is The Youngest You Ever Could Be</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none ; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SqDBhBjrfSI/AAAAAAAAASo/zZmeTorSFn4/s1600-h/today.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SqDBhBjrfSI/AAAAAAAAASo/zZmeTorSFn4/s320/today.jpg" border="0" width="124" height="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't wait all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;On a street of broken dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;It Could Have Been You&lt;/i&gt;, Journey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We program our mind that life would be better when we'll complete our higher education from a reputed university; have a fat job then another. When we reach that reality, we tell ourselves that our life will be complete when we’ll get a spouse, when we get a nicer car, or able to go on a nice vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, future is always beginning now. It’s the NOW that turns into WON. If not now, when? Life always grows through the challenges. And it's best to admit this to you and decide to be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness isn’t any reward we get by the standard of our way of living. Happiness is the way of living life. So, treasure every moment that you have. Life lived for tomorrow will always be just a day away from being realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop telling yourself: “Let’s wait till I finish school … till I lose ten pounds … till my teeth get whiter …. till I get married … till I have kids … till my kids leave the house … till I retire … till IPL ends … till I get a new car or home … till my car or home is paid off … till Monday … till Tuesday … till Wednesday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it so painful that we are always getting ready to live but never living? Honey, future isn’t a place to place your better days. Because, piling up too many tomorrows, gives us nothing but a bunch of empty yesterdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-2258689433652210293?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/1hd4FhPiQj0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/1hd4FhPiQj0/today-is-youngest-you-ever-could-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SqDBhBjrfSI/AAAAAAAAASo/zZmeTorSFn4/s72-c/today.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-is-youngest-you-ever-could-be.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-8128587486410425670</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2011 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-18T21:22:47.572+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><title>It’s Not About One MORE Friend, It’s About One GREAT Friend</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SfGTx4Dj1bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HcvCKds8f2M/s1600-h/two_friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SfGTx4Dj1bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HcvCKds8f2M/s320/two_friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color:black;"&gt;Friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;\ fr nd \&lt;/span&gt; n: A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are million definitions about friendship. But I do believe friendship isn’t any theory. To me friendship is an act … an act of sacrifice … an act of trust … an act of enjoying doing dull tasks together … an act of never  letting our inner child to die … an act of transforming our negative into positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it takes time to grow a friendship. Because friendship is like a river—it’s not about the length or width, it’s all about the depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Having one great friend is better than having one more friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-8128587486410425670?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/UKbo0dTgWlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/UKbo0dTgWlI/its-not-about-one-more-friend-its-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SfGTx4Dj1bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HcvCKds8f2M/s72-c/two_friends.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-about-one-more-friend-its-about.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-4041860792916860340</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-23T11:23:54.110+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>F●R●I●E●N●D●S</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;Jab Bhi Tu Milta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tujhme Naya Sa Kuch Milta Hai Mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Aei Dost Tu Mujhe Meri Tarah Hi Dikhta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab Bhi Tu Milta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Har Subah Ke Sath Mere Wo Muskurata Hua Chehra&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Teri Duaka Asar Rang Lata Hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab Bhi Tu Milta Hai&lt;br /&gt;~ Kiran K Singh&lt;/blockquote&gt;Friends, friendship or friendship day—what’s more important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Friends.&lt;/span&gt; It means you are more concern about the counter-operation than co-operation. Gita says, love but don’t get addicted either to love or the lover. Here, you’re addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Friendship.&lt;/span&gt; Here, you enjoy the process because you’re not driven by the outcomes. You value it not because your friend has a Shahrukh-kinda smile, Ritwik-kinda dancing skill or Salman-kinda waxed figure or Abishekh-kinda surname or Ambani-kinda bank balance. Here, you value your friends because you value friendship. It’s your instinct that drives you, not the reasons. You celebrate it because you value the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Friendship day.&lt;/span&gt; Why do you need reasons to celebrate? Yes, why limit your celebration only for 24 hours, whereas you can celebrate it anytime you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Every second is a moment. And every moment can be celebrated. What’s wrong, if you don’t limit the celebration within a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-4041860792916860340?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/db7tpUPn66Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/db7tpUPn66Y/friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2010/07/friends.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-5914540195428333858</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-20T11:54:33.417+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">linguistic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">krishna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">believe. folk music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">yashoda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kolkata</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">historian</category><title>God Didn't Create Fear ...</title><description>On my last trip to Kolkata, I met a linguistic historian. As usual like all other historians, he was busy telling what he knew and surprisingly, he succeeded. Because he was telling about folk music and I never minded to be a listener here. Then, he shared this 700 year old folk song and swept me over in a minute. Though, he couldn’t remember the tune but I didn’t forget to remember the opportunity to record the conversation. Here’re the awesome lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/TEVUg91OH4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/OVePo3iyo1g/s1600/krishna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/TEVUg91OH4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/OVePo3iyo1g/s400/krishna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495891845605891970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt; Maa Yashoda was going to the river and the little Krishna was following. Yashoda said: “No, don’t come! There is haung (a term to frighten children).” Krishna replied: “Mother, I have created all. Tell me, who has created this haung? I’d go with you, show me the haung.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-5914540195428333858?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/0vkvIrpKsKY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/0vkvIrpKsKY/god-didnt-create-fear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/TEVUg91OH4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/OVePo3iyo1g/s72-c/krishna.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-didnt-create-fear.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-1060765531770803716</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 06:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T10:25:19.856+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beyonce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dream</category><title>The Destiny's Child</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beyonce Knowledge competed as part of girls group, Girls Aloud, on Star Search but lost to her cousin Kelly Rowland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Forget about her influence on being the sailor of the best-selling girls group of all time, or winning 5 Grammy in a single night for her debut solo-album, Beyonce is the first and only female artist to have a number-one album and a number one single in the US and UK simultaneously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-1060765531770803716?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/klaNkeo_v7M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/klaNkeo_v7M/destinys-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2010/04/destinys-child.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-4944425934317676602</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T11:39:41.585+04:00</atom:updated><title>Koi Nahi Tujhse Pyaara</title><description>&lt;b&gt;She is the sweetest REASON to smile ... a REASON to celebrate ... a REASON to be privileged ... a REASON to be lucky ... a REASON to discover the REAL me ... a REASON to say "thank you God!" Happy birthday sweetie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/S44RqdA5eqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/RDaej-p0BeA/s1600-h/5-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/S44RqdA5eqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/RDaej-p0BeA/s200/5-1.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dekha tujhe to yeh jana, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hota hain kya muskurana.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woh jo teri har baat pe,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haaton ka yun girna uthna.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na koi tu pari hain, na koi tu afsana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phir bhi na jaane kyun lagta hain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Koi nahi tujhse pyaara, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Koi nahi tujhse pyaara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Koi nahi tujhse pyaara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Koi nahi tujhse pyaara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-4944425934317676602?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Would you hold my hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;If I saw you in heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Would you help me stand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;If I saw you in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~  &lt;i&gt;Tears In Heaven,&lt;/i&gt; Eric Clapton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When Bhishma was on the verge of dying, lying on the shafts of Arjuna's arrows, looking to his great great grandfather, Arjun couldn’t stop crying,. Then lord Krishna told him: &lt;b&gt;“Hey nath, come on, you are a jyani. Jyani doesn’t cry because a jyani knows the truth of death and life. A jyani knows that death is inevitable to everyone. Stop crying. Accept the truth”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now the question is, doesn’t knowing the truth and then swallowing the truth take time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn’t tough when someone who always has the unconditional cares n prayers for you, left you without giving you an opportunity to say thank you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn’t tough when you find that you have lost a part of your childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn’t tough when someone’s absent erase a part of your existence?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn’t tough when one of sweetest reasons to smile stop kissing you smile?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn’t tough when you lose a place where you can crawl back to hide, anytime you want?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn’t tough?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I miss you dida, I couldn’t fulfill your last wish you have asked to me. I’m sorry!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-1061060108605703215?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;People say, "Love is like war; easy to begin but hard to end."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say it in this way: &lt;b&gt;"Love is a journey; starting at forever, and ending at never."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's why the people who are in love walked TOGETHER down the path that leads they know not where. It matters not, for them, TOGETHER, will abide whatever fate has planned for them ... forever! Because he who has never experienced hurt, cannot experience true love. &lt;b&gt;It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though sometimes love is denied, sometimes lost, sometimes unrecognized, but in the end, always found with no regrets, forever valued and kept treasured. Because to love and win is the best thing but to love and lose is the next best. &lt;b&gt;True love is giving all you have to someone you know you're going to lose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He thought about grace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He thought about beauty&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He thought about a smiling face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;But he didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Yeah, not about me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;So it’s ok, you think I’m not mr. right&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;It’s ok, you are someone else’s pride&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;It’s ok, for me you feel cold inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He thought about generosity&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He thought about careness&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He thought about simplicity&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;But he didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Yeah, not about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Now baby, go with your pious pride&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Don’t accept just what comes to your way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Don’t compromise with the happiness (don’t compromise)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;B’coz when God made you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Yeah, not about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Yeah, not about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;(When God made you)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sophia Loren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Whoopi Goldberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Julia Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mallika Sherawat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;They all began their film careers at the bottom as extras.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/6CeGXvUvt_U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/6CeGXvUvt_U/dont-stop-till-get-enough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-stop-till-get-enough.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-8529898089534338592</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T13:32:03.367+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love-relationship</category><title>When LOVE Is DEVOTION.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SNoPKbZSPzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4bYaTXe3ntM/s1600-h/w+quality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SNoPKbZSPzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3Rn825U3XH8/s320-R/w+quality.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have seen people to whom "love" is just a simple relationship which grows and dies so fast that sun even can't change its direction. But I have also seen people to whom "love" is just not a relationship; to them it's DEVOTION.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm so privileged that in my life, I have a friend to whom love is a journey; starting at forever and ending at never ... to her love is DEVOTION. Though her MAN saddled her into a painful memory, still her love is devoted only to HIM ... only to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was such kinda friend to whom I never need to wear someone else's mask to be proud for ... I never need to think what should I'm gonna speak before I open my mouth and when I use to finish my non-sense talking I never need to worry, "Oh my God, what I have said to her!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, it was my share of responsibilty to let her know, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"If losing is right, it happens. Nothing good gets away.&amp;nbsp; And giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just recently, we succeed to make her agreed to get married. So after the engagement and spending some quality time with her fiancé, one day, she wrote me:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Roy, you are right – relationships are like glasses, sometimes it’s better to leave our heart broken than to hurt putting it back together. Really, we waste time looking for the perfect lover instead creating the perfect love. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-8529898089534338592?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/sTOkYv8oV1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/sTOkYv8oV1U/when-love-is-devotion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SNoPKbZSPzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3Rn825U3XH8/s72-Rc/w+quality.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-love-is-devotion.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-6399609592178181684</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-12T15:05:48.374+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love-relationship</category><title>A Friend Is A Lover</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SqtYXWZ-6CI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WkoMqrV9zhU/s1600-h/friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SqtYXWZ-6CI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WkoMqrV9zhU/s320/friend.jpg" border="0" width="195" height="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;True love is friendship caught on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ French Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is a lover. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latin origin of the word friend is “amīcus” and “amīcus” came from “amō.” In Latin it stands for "I love.” Even, “philos,” the Greek meaning of the word friend is extracted from the word, “phileō.” Ana again it stands for "I love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knock the door of Middle English, you have to travel a thousand year backward to see the verb related to friend. The old English word “frēond” was the source for today’s "friend." Interestingly, it was simply the present participle of the verb frēon, "to love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-6399609592178181684?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SpkqudA1lfI/AAAAAAAAASY/-AZcaVPvSOY/s1600-h/divorce-good-or-bad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SpkqudA1lfI/AAAAAAAAASY/-AZcaVPvSOY/s320/divorce-good-or-bad.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;When you decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;That your life is a prize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Renew and revive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;It’s allright honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;It’s allright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hummer&lt;/i&gt;, Smashing Pumpkin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Being through the process of getting divorce isn’t easy. Practically, a divorce is like an amputation: we survive it, but there is less of us. It’s tough to believe … tough to accept and tough to act on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And that is time when we all need support. But I came to know that the best support we get from the end of our own hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The inevitable sadness of a divorce lingers with the thoughts in mind:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* I wish I could get over the pain of this divorce.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* He is so happy, why can’t I be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* I’m stuck here with no hope of ever finding another good person to be with.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* He cheated on me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* The pain is so bad, no one can understand my pain, I can never be happy again, I will carry this pain with me forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Why did he do this to me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But there was another side of the story—I was thriving to revive—thinking, wasn’t there anything that can catapult me towards a new life? Then a new year has given me these hope:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* I am so thankful for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;* Although my friends don’t know exactly what I am going though, I am so lucky that they are here for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;* Look at my pet, I am so lucky to have a buddy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;* How lucky can one be to have control over their life and the freedom to may decisions…I am so thankful for that!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How did I know these? Well, I really don’t. This is MY experience. I have seen the change I have gone though in adopting it for myself. However, it’s not easy to adopt after my divorce.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do I miss him? No! But I miss who I thought he was. Most important, it’s much better to be sad for his absence than his presence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Find yourself being thankful for the people in your life and the future ahead of you. REMEMBER, WHEN YOU FINALLY REALIZE YOUR LIFE IS A PRIZE…YOU WONT HIDE, YOU’ILL THRIVE!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sneha Sanyal&lt;/b&gt; is a media professional who in the first 45+ years of her life, never been alone. Being with her two young children, she believes that the only way of becoming wise is being happy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-410595338690286650?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/9S_2P_B6QQs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/9S_2P_B6QQs/light-divorce-has-introduced-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SpkqudA1lfI/AAAAAAAAASY/-AZcaVPvSOY/s72-c/divorce-good-or-bad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/08/light-divorce-has-introduced-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-5493908687566391538</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 08:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T14:50:18.189+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so what</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love-relationship</category><title>Yes I’m Dumped … So What!</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SoEs_Z29YsI/AAAAAAAAASA/U6RteuOedV0/s1600-h/bheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SoEs_Z29YsI/AAAAAAAAASA/U6RteuOedV0/s320/bheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I used to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Now I hold my head up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;And you see me, somebody new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I’m not that chained up little person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Still in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/em&gt;, Gloria Gaynor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1931, when I was 26, I romantically came closer to one of the biggest actors. We came so closer to being married. But the studio boss gave him the ultimatum—either chose your career or your girlfriend. And it was me in the losing side—I was dumped! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe that’s why, I was successful to portrait the character of hardworking young women who find romance and financial success in "rags-to-riches" stories. Within 10 years of my break up, I even won the Best Actress Academy Award. And when I retired from acting, I set my foot to the corporate, being the President of the Pepsi-Cola company. Who am I? The one of the "100 Sexiest Women of the 20th century," &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Crawford"&gt;Joan Crawford&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-5493908687566391538?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;This is your life, you seem to have it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;You reached your peak, they wanted you to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;It's very sad, this world can be so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;But through all the heartaches, when they put you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;You know you were the victor, and you earned the crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;It's like walking through fire, determined to win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;You were beating life's battles, again and again&lt;/div&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elizabeth I Love You&lt;/i&gt;, MJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember when the musical ABC stamped the screaming presence of a kid in the music world?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember how he taught that love is not possession but needs expression?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember his scary-ghostly dance steps that thrilled us?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember the moonwalk that added the glitz to the Motown 25th anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember his appeal to heal the world and make it better place?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember, though he dubbed himself “I’m bad,’ still music found itself in the danger without his music?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember his preach: “If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, and then make a change?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember how some people scammed him as “Dangerous,” but still fans around the globe screamed just to get a glimpse of him?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember the time he claimed: “If you’re thinking of being my brother; it doesn’t matter if you’re black or white?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Do you remember how every day he created the history and every path he took left his legacy, even through his death?&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you rememeber ….. &lt;br /&gt;
Do you &lt;br /&gt;
In moonwalk &lt;br /&gt;
Do you &lt;br /&gt;
Do you &lt;br /&gt;
In his Eee-Hee&lt;br /&gt;
Do you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-8226426146042764313?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/1RqYJ713H_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/1RqYJ713H_A/do-you-remember-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SlR4xIXiy-I/AAAAAAAAARo/X56-tXgGjV8/s72-c/micheal-jackson-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remember-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-4233411119962399576</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T14:55:10.941+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><title>Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SjnevK6l4gI/AAAAAAAAARI/z64UssxA9Zk/s1600-h/friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SjnevK6l4gI/AAAAAAAAARI/z64UssxA9Zk/s320/friends.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One study concluded that on average, if more than 4 people witness an event (killing, rape …..); nobody will do anything. Each person will say to themselves&lt;b&gt; "I don't have to get involved since there are other people here who can help."&lt;/b&gt; Read it for a real example:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitty_Genovese" style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kitty Genovese&lt;/a&gt;, a 28 year old New York City woman, in the early morning of March 13,  1964, arrived home at about 3:15 a.m. and parked about 30 meters from her  apartment's door. But before she could make the route, she was suddenly stabbed to death by a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though every year, 960,000 individuals get murdered; hers remains the most tragic because 38 "citizens" awakened by her cries for help watched as she was assaulted not once, but three times over a half hour period. Not only did they fail to come to her aid, they also failed to call the police for help. Vincent Mosely, her assailant, stabbed her several times, then left, only to return a few minutes later to cut her up a little more.&lt;br /&gt;
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During &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mosely&lt;/span&gt;'s trial, witnesses made several statements, but one stands above the rest as a symbol of this tragic event and is the reason for its world-wide infamy: "We didn't want to get involved." No surprise to Mosely, for as he said: "I knew they wouldn't do anything - they never do."&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm thinking, what we really are? Because it’s the cowards who don't count in battle; they are there, but not in it. What we really are? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phill Ochs&lt;/span&gt; is right:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Oh look outside the window, there's a woman being grabbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;They've dragged her to the bushes and now she's being stabbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Outside of a small circle of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Oh there's a dirty paper using sex to make a sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The Supreme Court was so upset; they sent him off to jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Maybe we should help the fiend and take away his fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But we're busy reading Playboy and the Sunday New York Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Outside of a small circle of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Smoking marihuana is more fun than drinking beer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But a friend of ours was captured and they gave him thirty years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Outside of a small circle of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Courtesy: &lt;b&gt;Trent A. Fisher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-4233411119962399576?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause the media is full of dirty tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only God can judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~ &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only God Can Judge Me&lt;/i&gt;, 2PAC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Recently, one stranger tagged me: “You anadi, ubba-dubba arrogant.” And I couldn’t stop laughing. Why? Because people are nothing but the mirroring of the way they behave others.&lt;br /&gt;
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If anyone is busy judging, it’s a fair bet; he doesn’t have any time to find the quality in others.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Bible says, "God doesn't judge people until they die." &lt;br /&gt;
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Now think, how people judge others so easily; simply looking to the cosmetic pampered face .... God knows!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes back, someone has sent me some interesting questionnaire. I found it interesting as nobody has even sent me like that just to judge how good I’m.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; Getting shorter with age.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt; Only on emotional pieces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bust:&lt;/span&gt; Never been busted.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waist:&lt;/span&gt; Not want not.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hips:&lt;/span&gt; Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambitions: &lt;/span&gt;Work hard at what I love most and try impossibly to make everyone happy at the same time. To live a life less ordinary but simple ... make music that make me happy and that I am proud of, always get better at my craft ..... travel the world ..... try most everything at least once ..... say someone &lt;b&gt;"I Love You"&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; get slapped on the spot .... and of course to never regret a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turn-Ons:&lt;/span&gt; Fabulous style, the subtle details, touching poetry, innocent smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turn-Offs:&lt;/span&gt; Fake people, fake attitude, fake people who own fake attitude &amp;amp; forwarded e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Hungry For:&lt;/span&gt; Good short stories, innovative quotations, amazing music documentary, melodious music, extra-ordinary lyrics, the forgotten places and of course the "Planet M" half-yearly sale.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fondest Memory:&lt;/span&gt; The day I brought my first guitar with my OWN MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Great Day Starts With:&lt;/span&gt; No waking up alarm.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words To Live By:&lt;/span&gt; Stick like a postage stamp until you reach your destination!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now maybe you all are thinking that I'm this; I'm that. But frankly speaking, still I ain't successful to discover who I'm or the real-me. Though I am, indeed, a king because I know how to rule myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-1195534659945502873?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/cNQNmja01_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/cNQNmja01_0/judge-but-first-yourself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/Sg1mnWkMF_I/AAAAAAAAARA/mR8oG9DtY1g/s72-c/judging.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/05/judge-but-first-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-8993228745215762183</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T11:51:25.524+04:00</atom:updated><title>Marriage Or Single ...</title><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SgfYSNzbVNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MYB2Vv0R_xk/s1600-h/marriage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SgfYSNzbVNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MYB2Vv0R_xk/s320/marriage2.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;Recently one of my friends phoned me and quizzed, “Hey Roy, do you know I’m going to marry?” I joked, “Come on, how would I know because the guy isn’t me, is it?” Yes, my BEST girl—friend (I said, girl-friend) just got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;I was thinking what would be the best gift to tease her before marriage and then found this book,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;Why Women Shouldn't Marry: Being Single by Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Written by single widow Cynthia S. Smith and her divorced daughter Hillary, this book showcases how women have long been driven to marriage by fears of their own inadequacies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;This book is an inspiration for any woman on the brink of giving up her independence to seek the security that the marriage promises.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt; The authors interviewed many single, widowed, and divorced ladies to show that women should not sacrifice their lifestyles if a perspective life partner is only thinking of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;And of course, some very good messages and analysis exists in the many stories. Certainly worth additional re-reads as even a married woman can also learn a few things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;What’s your take? Reasons for and against? Do you agree with the authors that women lose their identity in marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-8993228745215762183?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/9y-cklEk7jg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/9y-cklEk7jg/marriage-or-single.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SgfYSNzbVNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MYB2Vv0R_xk/s72-c/marriage2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/05/marriage-or-single.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-2213337038310449346</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 07:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T09:48:26.133+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">success</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><title>Gran Torino: Sometimes Winning Is About Losing Too</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SfgGAxzPNPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ablr6II8mDQ/s1600-h/grantorino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SfgGAxzPNPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ablr6II8mDQ/s320/grantorino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just saw Gran Torino. Clint Eastoowd, who will be 80 next month, is still formidable with his high-caliber imagery.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just think, when he challenges a group of young boys: "Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while you shouldn't have f----d with? That's me." &lt;br /&gt;
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And I’m not complaining. Not because every film is great — though, damn, most of them are.&lt;br /&gt;
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How does he do it again and again? Though I don’t want him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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What a shame! Why this film wasn't in the official running for a best-picture Oscar last year is a baffling mystery. It should have happened. Just think, a superstar of film working with young Chinese American actors, elevating them, highlighting them. They’re as good as our own little known actors in &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What a ending (as like most of his films) where he gave his life willingly; just to let a Hmong neighbor family (who previously tried to steal his Gran Torino) can live safely.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, sometimes winning isn’t about just defeating others; sometimes winning is about losing too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;So tenderly your story is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing more than what you see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;Or what you've done or will become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;Standing strong do you belong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;In your skin; just wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ Clint Eastwood (Written by Jamie Cullum)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-2213337038310449346?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I prefer sitting in my room, taking breaks after every 30 minutes and having a couple of cups of coffee (I like the flavor of popcorn, not the popcorn.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Most importantly, I watch movie from the end. I watch the last 15 minutes first (for unknown movie.) If that segment inspires me to know what happened before, I move to the middle. If that inspires me, I go to the start.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm a great fan of those movies that are based on sports theme (&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Remember The Titans, Miracle, Million Dollar Baby&lt;/span&gt;) or true story (&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;My left Foot, Ray, The Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week, I’ve been kissed by a small accident. Locked in my room, I got the huge opportunity to get busy with watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the most important things that keep me glued to the movies are: dialogues and background score. Just check out some cool dialogues, I have found from my recent movie watching experience:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rudy (1993)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Rudy: &lt;/b&gt;I wanted to run out of that Tunnell for my dad to prove to everyone that I worked... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fortune:&lt;/b&gt; PROVE WHAT? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Rudy:&lt;/b&gt; That I was somebody. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fortune:&lt;/b&gt; Oh you are so full of crap. Your five foot nothin', a hundred and nothin' and you hung in with the best college football team in the land for two years, and you were also going to walk out of here with a degree from the University of Norte Dame in this life time you don't have to prove nothing to nobody except yourself and after what you gone through if you haven't done that by now, it ain’t gonna never happen, now go on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Thought:&lt;/b&gt; Life isn’t a competition to show how we rank in comparison to others — as you already know, life is a journey. We are all on a journey, to find something, to become something, to learn, to create. That journey has nothing to do with how well other people are doing, or what they have. It has everything to do with what we want to do, and where we want to go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Million Dollar Baby (2004)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Maggie Fitzgerald:&lt;/b&gt; I've seen you looking at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Frankie Dunn:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, out of pity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Maggie Fitzgerald:&lt;/b&gt; Don't you say that. Don't you say that if it ain't true. I want a trainer. I don't want charity, and I don't want favors.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Thought:&lt;/b&gt; Life gives us most important lesson. Maybe that’s why, life isn’t fair always. It’s not nice always. Because the best lesson comes from the hardship, not from the sugar-coated experience. Any cool event can only help us to know, what we have done great but it’s the hardship that tells us what WE MUST DO.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember The Titans (2000)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ronnie "Sunshine" Bass:&lt;/b&gt; I can't make that pitch Coach. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Coach Boone:&lt;/b&gt; Yes you can. When I was fifteen years old I lost my mother and my father in the same month Ronnie, same month. 12 brothers and sisters I was the youngest one of them, now I wasn't ready either, but they needed me. Your team needs you tonight, you're the Coronel, you’re going to command your troops! Go!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Thought:&lt;/b&gt; In life, there is always a tug of war between “i-want-to-do” and "i-need-to-do.” “I-want-to-do” is a reason to make us happy but sometimes “i-need-to-do” can bring happiness to someone else's lips. And the biggest happiest moment you ever can experience, only when you make others happy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There are several other cool dialogue sequences that can open up your thought process to imagine differently. Even a flop film like, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;“The Day The Earth Stands Still,”&lt;/span&gt; has also couple of cool dialogues, like: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Polygraph Operator:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; Do you feel pain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Klaatu:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; My Body does.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So next time, when you’re watching movie, think what you're gonna carry home except the wallet with less money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-7490599325427383307?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/1u52Yhe9mOo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/1u52Yhe9mOo/i-know-what-i-did-last-saturday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SdtPMOesPvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nLyLZuEfB4w/s72-c/remember-the-titans-poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-what-i-did-last-saturday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-3345634226004534259</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 11:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T16:28:46.836+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><title>LIFE. FEAR. HOPE. DEALTH. ANGELS. LOVE</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/Scy7mApP1-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/sAx_2oI447o/s1600-h/1799716425_853eb5555f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/Scy8ut0astI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xZ0Fj6lpKW4/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SczGb-i-18I/AAAAAAAAAO8/lxyow9rd8sE/s1600-h/hope2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SczGb-i-18I/AAAAAAAAAO8/lxyow9rd8sE/s320/hope2.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/Scy7fJl5upI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KzzfKFoA7b0/s1600-h/spaceball.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/Scy7fJl5upI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KzzfKFoA7b0/s320/spaceball.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Despair&lt;/b&gt; is a great thing, it teaches us to be poised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Setback&lt;/b&gt; is a great thing because it helps us to be more competitive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Making mistake&lt;/b&gt; is also a great thing; it teaches us to be humble.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fear&lt;/b&gt; is a great thing because it makes the way for the hope.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Loneliness&lt;/b&gt; is great thing; it helps us to listen our inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;
Even &lt;b&gt;death&lt;/b&gt; is a great thing because it brings the opportunity to meet the angels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-3345634226004534259?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/tuL8fZNHoRQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/tuL8fZNHoRQ/life-fear-hope-dealth-angels-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SczGb-i-18I/AAAAAAAAAO8/lxyow9rd8sE/s72-c/hope2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-fear-hope-dealth-angels-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-5066712208222203051</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T08:30:10.818+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love-relationship</category><title>Love At First Sight: Do You Believe In It?</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SZ4xXkiHhZI/AAAAAAAAANc/IwOiaJhwhl4/s1600-h/closer1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SZ4xXkiHhZI/AAAAAAAAANc/IwOiaJhwhl4/s320/closer1.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is an accident … waiting to happen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desire is a stranger … you think you know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intimacy is a lie … we tell ourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth is a game … we play to win&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you believe in love at first sight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.... You’ll never stop looking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Have you seen the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/closer/site/"&gt;Closer&lt;/a&gt;, starring a pretty woman whose smile looks as like Mona Lisa and an actor for whom even grown-up girls can break any law?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, what you have just read at the top, are from the promo of that movie – starring Julia Roberts and Jude Law.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now the question is: do you believe in love at first sight? Maybe you don’t believe in it. Chances are that you haven’t experienced it. It’s tough to put in words and tougher to convince someone to believe it. It just happens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let’s see what an expert says about it – an expert who has authored the book, Love at First Sight: The Stories and Science Behind Instant Attraction.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To write that book, Earl Naumann has interviewed huge group of people and experienced that 66% of all ages and ethnic groups believe there is something called "love at first sight." Let’s have a look to the other findings:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
• 50% of the people who falls in love at fight sight got married to that person, and about 75% of those are still married. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
• When people fall in love at first sight, their bond gets stronger and more passionate as the couple fall in love not with someone’s credential or wealth but the person they saw for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
• Men are more likely to fall in love at first sight since they rarely care about the background. But women miss out this opportunity as they usually tend not to express their feelings. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, what’s your take on that? Give reasons for and against? Do you believe in love at first sight? If you find, “Hey this is the PERSON,” would you go all out? Let’s discuss …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-5066712208222203051?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/xt7U7TE4dUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/xt7U7TE4dUo/love-at-first-sight-do-you-believe-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SZ4xXkiHhZI/AAAAAAAAANc/IwOiaJhwhl4/s72-c/closer1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-at-first-sight-do-you-believe-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-7425984339500277257</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 07:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-31T11:28:13.411+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><title>Fly Like Paper, Get High Like Planes</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SYP82-OJTgI/AAAAAAAAANM/tnbdPvjx-Qk/s1600-h/amelia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SYP82-OJTgI/AAAAAAAAANM/tnbdPvjx-Qk/s320/amelia.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: right;"&gt;~ Amelia Earhart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have seen some girls love to say phrases like, “We women should do for our self what men have already done.” But there are some women who think differently. They don’t want to do which is already been achieved and blindly following it. To them, they are human being first – thereby establishing themselves as a person is their greater priority. They are here not to follow other’s achievement rather to set a new mark which no body has achieved before, even a man.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One such woman was Amelia Earhart. Now who was &lt;a href="http://www.ameliaearhart.com/about/biography.html" style="color: blue;"&gt;Amelia Earhart&lt;/a&gt;? Amelia Earhart was the first female pilot to fly solo over the Atlantic Ocean. But still she was trying to break ground for others. That’s why she intended to fly around the world near the equator and set a record for the longest flight (by either gender) at 29,000 miles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In March, 1935, she started her flight on her way to conquer the world. She flew the first leg from Oakland to Hawaii but as she took off from Hawaii, she blew a tire and crashed the plane. The flight was called off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did she give up her dream?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2 years later, with a new hope, Earhart again started her around-the-world voyage. And this time, her attempt brought a new luck for her. After spending around 1 month, she completed 22,000 miles of that journey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then to set the record, she needed to fly just 7,000 miles more. But sadly, from there she was never seen again. After diligently search, no trace of her body or her plane was found.&lt;br /&gt;
Now maybe, you are thinking, “So what, still she is a failure!!” No! She wasn’t a failure; it’s only her attempt that failed. Success isn’t about achievement; it’s all about following the dreams with the wining spirit, no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just think when nobody ever had the guts to dream to fly over the world by the longest distance, being a woman she went for that dream and showed what the rest of the world should follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-7425984339500277257?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~4/Hp1B6Cbu20E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetsCelebrate/~3/Hp1B6Cbu20E/fly-like-paper-get-high-like-planes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SYP82-OJTgI/AAAAAAAAANM/tnbdPvjx-Qk/s72-c/amelia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/01/fly-like-paper-get-high-like-planes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-1422305962696786394</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T20:01:38.707+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love-relationship</category><title>8 Types Of Men, Girls Go Crazy For</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SXXTm3U57gI/AAAAAAAAAMw/W0Dg1CSkIYQ/s1600-h/%40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6wTJji9jdA/SXXTm3U57gI/AAAAAAAAAMw/W0Dg1CSkIYQ/s320/%40.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Like a rose in full bloom sending out sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;
I know you're in the room without looking&lt;br /&gt;
I've been wildly upset since the moment we met &lt;br /&gt;
You won't let me forget I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;
~ &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Connie Smith, &lt;i&gt;I'm Your Woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A man can buy girl diamonds; he can buy pearls; give her dinner lit by candles and take on a cruise around the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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But a real woman knows a real man. She knows a real man ain’t afraid to please her. She knows a real man just can't deny a woman’s worth. But sometimes, there are some men who capture the imagination of a woman and make them crazy, no matter what his religion and ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;08. The Dude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He has the eesstyle. He is confident about his look and knows the in-and-out of latest fashion. He’ll look right through your eyes and bring out the womanhood in yourself without saying a single word. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The one to go crazy for:&lt;/span&gt; Brad Pitt, Ritwik Roshan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;07. The Boy Next Door&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is simple yet intelligent. He is adorable and makes you laugh a lot. He isn’t so called manly but there is something charming that makes you want to both protect him and give a glue-stick hug.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The one to go crazy for:&lt;/span&gt;  Johhny Depp, Shahrukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;06. Your Best Friend’s Boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He’s cute and he is funny. Even he oozes you with his pranks but one problem … he is dating your best friend. Often he maybe feel same way about you. Chances are, you complain to the God, “Why it’s she who meets him first.” And if miracles happens and you two end up together; don’t invite your best friend in your wedding (hope for the best, prepare for the worst).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The one to go crazy for:&lt;/span&gt;  Your best friend’s man.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;04. Mr. Hercules&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The man with packed abs (six is old fashioned; now it’s eight-pack). Of course their company can give you whole lotta security and if luck favors maybe you’re gonna get another terminator turned governor. Even you can practice some of the tricks of a million dollar baby kinda action with him, absolutely with free of cost.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The one to go crazy for:&lt;/span&gt;  Arnold Schwarzenegger&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;05. Mama’s Boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Homely, so you can save lot if money by not having babysitter. If you want them to follow your instructions, better make sure your chemistry with your mom-in-law isn’t same as in “saans bhi kabhu bahu thi.” Really, these guys are very obedient but the problem is you have to reach his mother’s age first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The one to go crazy for:&lt;/span&gt;  Ashton Kutcher, Abhisekh Bachchan&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;03. The Rough N` Tough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is tough but he is real. He is loving and dominant too. This is a man with a past. He isn’t subtle, he isn’t classy but he knows how to make you feel special, always. He maybe won’t write song or poetry for you but his careness is always out of the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The one to go crazy for:&lt;/span&gt;  Sylvester Stallone, Salman Khan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;02. The Gentleman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The one who never ask your age; but to calculate your age, they will ask you when you have passed your board exam. He is the man who does everything from copybook mannerism. He takes excellent care of himself and is very much control-freak of his personality—everything always has to be done to perfection. There is automatically an aura of elegance bestowed upon you when he’s on your arm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The one to go crazy for:&lt;/span&gt;  George Clooney, Aamir Khan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;01. Mr. Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is cool. He is dashing and smart. He can play flute like lord Krishna and drive the car like Schumacher. He can make your parents feel that they are not really old and never has bad body odor. He has the IQ of Ivy League Graduates, popularity of Bono, power of Obama and salary of Ambani brothers. He always replies you when you give him the miscall. He never argue with you when you get angry. He thoroughly enjoys Karan Johan’s movie, holding popcorn next to you. He even doesn’t forget your dog’s birthday. The only problem is either he doesn’t exist or you have no clue how to find him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The one to go crazy for:&lt;/span&gt;  Still I’m looking for that special male creature. So till I’m gonna find him, please tolerate the imperfect us. Though it’s the imperfection through which lights get in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-1422305962696786394?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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If you’re looking for an example, I’d suggest to read about &lt;a href="http://www.madamcjwalker.com/sites/madamcjwalker.com/history.html" style="color: blue;"&gt;C. J. Walker&lt;/a&gt;, the woman who was the first born-free member of a slave-family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the age of 20, when she was widowed, she started working as a laundress for as little as a dollar and half a day. And most of her earnings were used to educate her daughter. She could save very little for herself—so little that she couldn’t even able to wash her hair daily. As a result, she suffered from severe scalp disease that caused her to go nearly bald.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rather than making this crisis as a danger, she made it an opportunity. With an innovative idea of hair care products to stop hair loss, she launched her own line of beauty and hair care products.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Within a very short time, her products became so popular that she was flooded with the order and cemented her name in the history being a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, C.J. Walker, the first woman self-accomplished millionaire who didn’t cry in crisis rather made it an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I got my start by giving myself a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C.J. Walker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26919015-2828704052153532858?l=royarya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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