<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 24 May 2025 01:20:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>attitude</category><category>love-relationship</category><category>dream</category><category>failure</category><category>beauty</category><category>challenge</category><category>friendship</category><category>so what</category><category>hope</category><category>success</category><category>education</category><category>family</category><category>opportunity</category><category>believe. folk music</category><category>beyonce</category><category>death</category><category>fear</category><category>historian</category><category>interview</category><category>kolkata</category><category>krishna</category><category>linguistic</category><category>rejection</category><category>yashoda</category><title>Let&#39;s Celebrate ...</title><description></description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-4739960826355656483</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-22T23:56:40.751+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><title>It&#39;s Caterpiller That Becomes Butterfly</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Academically, how rich you are? Dropped out or not enough to be excited? If yes, so what! Still you have the potential to be something significant ... something influential like:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Valentina Terescova:&lt;/span&gt; Cosmonaut, first woman in space to orbit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Mary Lyon: &lt;/span&gt;Women&#39;s education pioneer, founder of Mount Holyoke College (America&#39;s first women&#39;s college)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Agatha Christie:&lt;/span&gt; Best-selling female author of all time; the most translated individual author in the history.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Helen Gurley Brown:&lt;/span&gt; Editor-in-chief of the Cosmopolitan magazine, the highest paid copywriter in the 60s.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Florence Nightingale:&lt;/span&gt; Modern nursing pioneer, nicknamed as &quot;The Lady with the Lamp.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Marilyn Monroe: &lt;/span&gt;Model turned actress-singer, the only woman to have been listed in Forbes’s richest dead celebrity list.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Aretha Franklin:&lt;/span&gt; 20 times Grammy winning singer-pianist, the first woman artist to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Mildred Zaharias:&lt;/span&gt; Women&#39;s sports pioneer, won six gold medals and broke four world records at the 1932 Los Angeles Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;
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So when people look at your academic qualification and say, &quot;Isn&#39;t your education a drawback for your career?&quot; let them know, success isn&#39;t limited without formal education; success is limited without vision. What&#39;s your vision?&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-caterpiller-which-becomes-butterfly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></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>2012-04-18T14:45:41.379+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opportunity</category><title>Today Is The Youngest You Ever Could Be</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6v0mjtoYVwGLiQy_cjoHjawNPdhncMMcjhet-Sjh08HhwJ680hFQ4LnlbS0ie96xgK1eqh1alyHkmjhWBEH0-lMNh3M_Ib-z4IQPcEHTqlX8Brpc7Vw-SOsMFdecgfw2sK6R/s1600-h/today.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6v0mjtoYVwGLiQy_cjoHjawNPdhncMMcjhet-Sjh08HhwJ680hFQ4LnlbS0ie96xgK1eqh1alyHkmjhWBEH0-lMNh3M_Ib-z4IQPcEHTqlX8Brpc7Vw-SOsMFdecgfw2sK6R/s320/today.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;185&quot; width=&quot;124&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t wait all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;On a street of broken dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&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&#39;ll complete our higher education from a reputed university, have a fat job, and then another. When we reach that reality, we tell ourselves that our life will be complete when we’ll get a spouse, a nicer car, or able to go on a nice vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is that 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&#39;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.</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2011/06/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6v0mjtoYVwGLiQy_cjoHjawNPdhncMMcjhet-Sjh08HhwJ680hFQ4LnlbS0ie96xgK1eqh1alyHkmjhWBEH0-lMNh3M_Ib-z4IQPcEHTqlX8Brpc7Vw-SOsMFdecgfw2sK6R/s72-c/today.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></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#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</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=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&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=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&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=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&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=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&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;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2010/07/friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></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#">believe. folk music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">historian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kolkata</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">krishna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">linguistic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">yashoda</category><title>God Didn&#39;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=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHiARh_8G_6q7lrzw1MqHPsxSQTq2ZTI1cijJA3yUOHp5ofiJAoF1WuGwtX5PBmSqFLRnEkZhmllKV6u3BBrWVs2a5zmQ5gBP3XsGXTDINIRzBW1AxzatQttcOs21jr_wZcJN/s1600/krishna.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 254px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHiARh_8G_6q7lrzw1MqHPsxSQTq2ZTI1cijJA3yUOHp5ofiJAoF1WuGwtX5PBmSqFLRnEkZhmllKV6u3BBrWVs2a5zmQ5gBP3XsGXTDINIRzBW1AxzatQttcOs21jr_wZcJN/s400/krishna.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495891845605891970&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &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.”</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-didnt-create-fear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHiARh_8G_6q7lrzw1MqHPsxSQTq2ZTI1cijJA3yUOHp5ofiJAoF1WuGwtX5PBmSqFLRnEkZhmllKV6u3BBrWVs2a5zmQ5gBP3XsGXTDINIRzBW1AxzatQttcOs21jr_wZcJN/s72-c/krishna.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></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#">dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failure</category><title>The Destiny&#39;s Child</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #274e13; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #274e13; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2010/04/destinys-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-1061060108605703215</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-02T09:21:37.910+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><title>Isn’t Tough?</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGtt7ov9XY_MMF8qIkKoJjdlFfD7xI_-6eUhW9ChTDIb99hd3u82UB2glVE4OOZ1EAOUHTl6yUBCQ8LV7sdBOZ9Ay4WPdxGpCyspQF8cjSacBRDGxTNr6VYXMIrkV82HC7f7T/s1600-h/3947409579_6c97c502a9.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;203&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGtt7ov9XY_MMF8qIkKoJjdlFfD7xI_-6eUhW9ChTDIb99hd3u82UB2glVE4OOZ1EAOUHTl6yUBCQ8LV7sdBOZ9Ay4WPdxGpCyspQF8cjSacBRDGxTNr6VYXMIrkV82HC7f7T/s320/3947409579_6c97c502a9.jpg&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Would you hold my hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;If I saw you in heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Would you help me stand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;If I saw you in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&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&#39;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;
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Now the question is, doesn’t knowing the truth and then swallowing the truth take time?&lt;br /&gt;
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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;
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Isn’t tough when you find that you have lost a part of your childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn’t tough when someone’s absent erase a part of your existence?&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn’t tough when one of sweetest reasons to smile stop kissing you smile?&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn’t tough when you lose a place where you can crawl back to hide, anytime you want?&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn’t tough?&lt;br /&gt;
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&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;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2010/02/isnt-tough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGtt7ov9XY_MMF8qIkKoJjdlFfD7xI_-6eUhW9ChTDIb99hd3u82UB2glVE4OOZ1EAOUHTl6yUBCQ8LV7sdBOZ9Ay4WPdxGpCyspQF8cjSacBRDGxTNr6VYXMIrkV82HC7f7T/s72-c/3947409579_6c97c502a9.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-100812383991077754</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T08:25:10.018+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love-relationship</category><title>LOVE—Easy To Begin, Hard To End</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmUcgav4PEnDtwR5kU4KduczHcVFl1nDzzyfomGabi2g4ikDJBGoEEYGE8kZsu9nwsof4taKX9IcNjr3Gp78OrAGVFmFirrN8Nm-kcrawsIS7xkumqdqhQ6y24KQK4Pr9Wspi/s1600-h/@1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;203&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmUcgav4PEnDtwR5kU4KduczHcVFl1nDzzyfomGabi2g4ikDJBGoEEYGE8kZsu9nwsof4taKX9IcNjr3Gp78OrAGVFmFirrN8Nm-kcrawsIS7xkumqdqhQ6y24KQK4Pr9Wspi/s320/@1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;271&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;People say, &quot;Love is like war; easy to begin but hard to end.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I say it in this way: &lt;b&gt;&quot;Love is a journey; starting at forever, and ending at never.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;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&#39;t risk everything, you risk even more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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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&#39;re going to lose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He thought about grace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He thought about beauty&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He thought about a smiling face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;But he didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Yeah, not about me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;So it’s ok, you think I’m not mr. right&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;It’s ok, you are someone else’s pride&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;It’s ok, for me you feel cold inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He thought about generosity&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He thought about careness&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He thought about simplicity&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;But he didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Yeah, not about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Now baby, go with your pious pride&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Don’t accept just what comes to your way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Don’t compromise with the happiness (don’t compromise)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;B’coz when God made you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Yeah, not about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;He didn’t think about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Yeah, not about me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;(When God made you)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Copyright © 2008 Roy ~ All Rights Reserved.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2010/01/loveeasy-to-begin-hard-to-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmUcgav4PEnDtwR5kU4KduczHcVFl1nDzzyfomGabi2g4ikDJBGoEEYGE8kZsu9nwsof4taKX9IcNjr3Gp78OrAGVFmFirrN8Nm-kcrawsIS7xkumqdqhQ6y24KQK4Pr9Wspi/s72-c/@1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-7655356454547421342</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 08:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T12:30:11.024+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><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#">success</category><title>Don&#39;t Stop Till Get Enough ...</title><description>Hey, can you say, what do the following superstars have in common?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Sophia Loren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Whoopi Goldberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Julia Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Mallika Sherawat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;They all began their film careers at the bottom as extras.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-stop-till-get-enough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKS8sTlC0B4Ao1z5rLaprPqXdIh_I2D6BSoRvrQsnM-8WQepPE3wBsoHkiWpGRvZ-rIBqUjEXDhIw1psJiLRY2ROLncByFwVhW5LmwgAW3IiQlYYLyB5uwBggj5IlKgsTUTz2i/s1600-h/w+quality.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;126&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1dgERKBkf8DPblTYB4dQOBzxg7SUbL1vA0qsF7XexRf42jUkb6IzTOIBvz2vREDbBdcyAF1QRFq-21zbwZ25SVi43cWqFjdimBNvcLVavZSnzgpAu7mYhF2rPIdvNAyw5tbp/s320-r/w+quality.jpg&quot; width=&quot;211&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have seen people to whom &quot;love&quot; is just a simple relationship which grows and dies so fast that sun even can&#39;t change its direction. But I have also seen people to whom &quot;love&quot; is just not a relationship; to them it&#39;s DEVOTION.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I&#39;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;
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She was such kinda friend to whom I never need to wear someone else&#39;s mask to be proud for ... I never need to think what should I&#39;m gonna speak before I open my mouth and when I use to finish my non-sense talking I never need to worry, &quot;Oh my God, what I have said to her!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, it was my share of responsibilty to let her know, &lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&quot;If losing is right, it happens. Nothing good gets away.&amp;nbsp; And giving up doesn&#39;t always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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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;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&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;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-love-is-devotion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1dgERKBkf8DPblTYB4dQOBzxg7SUbL1vA0qsF7XexRf42jUkb6IzTOIBvz2vREDbBdcyAF1QRFq-21zbwZ25SVi43cWqFjdimBNvcLVavZSnzgpAu7mYhF2rPIdvNAyw5tbp/s72-c-r/w+quality.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></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>2015-04-28T23:08:13.396+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 dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;True love is friendship caught on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;~ French Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A friend is a lover. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;
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The Latin origin of the word friend is “amīcus” and “amīcus” came from “amō.” In Latin it stands for &quot;I love.” Even “philos,” the Greek meaning of the word friend, is extracted from the word “phileō.” And again it stands for &quot;I love.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you knock the door of Middle English, you have to travel a thousand years back to see the verb related to &quot;friend.&quot; The old English word “frēond” was the source for today’s &quot;friend.&quot; Interestingly, it was simply the present participle of the verb frēon, &quot;to love.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/09/friend-is-lover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXzqJUOrXWksZrwEj8Rfc-gaI2MgYbucQVmSX2ff8jSqg5hiiGvX5Vwp9LyjuDzFkNwaV3RJ6UoHrm-L_gmAyk7eZwgdYsYOwhyWxwfKFoEouU20Bjtka5_1Hiupee8Jqxhxm/s72-c/friend.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-410595338690286650</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T10:42:50.760+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love-relationship</category><title>The Light, The Divorce Has Introduced Me</title><description>&lt;i&gt;This post is written by the guest author &lt;b&gt;Sneha Sanyal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkPltwrL9JjSyBbj1ObJ5sD3o9jL60fR1Qun_rfsmcpR7_ysioUNBW2NyCBFxnpVo__vkgs80OPoU5Kj2iASH7QGxiRs4YqJPgpjk34Ur_HImKkgq1jvBA45Fy1vVCW4AhP69/s1600-h/divorce-good-or-bad.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;168&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkPltwrL9JjSyBbj1ObJ5sD3o9jL60fR1Qun_rfsmcpR7_ysioUNBW2NyCBFxnpVo__vkgs80OPoU5Kj2iASH7QGxiRs4YqJPgpjk34Ur_HImKkgq1jvBA45Fy1vVCW4AhP69/s320/divorce-good-or-bad.jpg&quot; width=&quot;168&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;When you decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;That your life is a prize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Renew and revive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;It’s allright honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;It’s allright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&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;
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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;
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The inevitable sadness of a divorce lingers with the thoughts in mind:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;* I wish I could get over the pain of this divorce.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;* He is so happy, why can’t I be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&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=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;* He cheated on me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&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=&quot;color: black;&quot;&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;
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&lt;blockquote style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&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;
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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;
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&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;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/08/light-divorce-has-introduced-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkPltwrL9JjSyBbj1ObJ5sD3o9jL60fR1Qun_rfsmcpR7_ysioUNBW2NyCBFxnpVo__vkgs80OPoU5Kj2iASH7QGxiRs4YqJPgpjk34Ur_HImKkgq1jvBA45Fy1vVCW4AhP69/s72-c/divorce-good-or-bad.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></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#">hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love-relationship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so what</category><title>Yes I’m Dumped … So What!</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUowZqooPejuQRzhGtISwqZ2g3hBzFTCIogqlNMwTq-axADOiY9oJ40JBW8MAhmjZKmXjTfydt9VZEwsqTBqO-2giL3lpdYorwFcdnxAzOwfS5u_vDe2yYnd6g932XUvEQJoU/s1600-h/bheart.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; sj=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUowZqooPejuQRzhGtISwqZ2g3hBzFTCIogqlNMwTq-axADOiY9oJ40JBW8MAhmjZKmXjTfydt9VZEwsqTBqO-2giL3lpdYorwFcdnxAzOwfS5u_vDe2yYnd6g932XUvEQJoU/s320/bheart.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;I used to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Now I hold my head up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;And you see me, somebody new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;I’m not that chained up little person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Still in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&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=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&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=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&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 &quot;rags-to-riches&quot; 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 &quot;100 Sexiest Women of the 20th century,&quot; &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Crawford&quot;&gt;Joan Crawford&lt;/a&gt;.</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-im-dumped-so-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUowZqooPejuQRzhGtISwqZ2g3hBzFTCIogqlNMwTq-axADOiY9oJ40JBW8MAhmjZKmXjTfydt9VZEwsqTBqO-2giL3lpdYorwFcdnxAzOwfS5u_vDe2yYnd6g932XUvEQJoU/s72-c/bheart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-8226426146042764313</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 10:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T16:21:34.211+04:00</atom:updated><title>Do You Remember The Time</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiIOVRlFbf5AQifAweQ5ssgq0kpUbbSiPXD3EgtFXIVWySq5TQeg9ktugwyoo_Krbk8QvOGZnQGI5ug3OewXeGAtMN4qH4jVKKQ6lBF-kFTt5SwPIDEMviK50M-GL3Jq-tepc/s1600-h/micheal-jackson-1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;296&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiIOVRlFbf5AQifAweQ5ssgq0kpUbbSiPXD3EgtFXIVWySq5TQeg9ktugwyoo_Krbk8QvOGZnQGI5ug3OewXeGAtMN4qH4jVKKQ6lBF-kFTt5SwPIDEMviK50M-GL3Jq-tepc/s320/micheal-jackson-1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;222&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;This is your life, you seem to have it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;You reached your peak, they wanted you to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s very sad, this world can be so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;But through all the heartaches, when they put you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;You know you were the victor, and you earned the crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s like walking through fire, determined to win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;You were beating life&#39;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;
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Do you remember when the musical ABC stamped the screaming presence of a kid in the music world?&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you remember how he taught that love is not possession but needs expression?&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you remember his scary-ghostly dance steps that thrilled us?&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you remember the moonwalk that added the glitz to the Motown 25th anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you remember his appeal to heal the world and make it better place?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you remember, though he dubbed himself “I’m bad,’ still music found itself in the danger without his music?&lt;br /&gt;
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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;
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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;
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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</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remember-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiIOVRlFbf5AQifAweQ5ssgq0kpUbbSiPXD3EgtFXIVWySq5TQeg9ktugwyoo_Krbk8QvOGZnQGI5ug3OewXeGAtMN4qH4jVKKQ6lBF-kFTt5SwPIDEMviK50M-GL3Jq-tepc/s72-c/micheal-jackson-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></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#">attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><title>Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYSpHBqk7N2ZCZXHXZYGfZpaPWqWD11efHNvXLSDH7_aCPDgjzzLr_KG2FHjJ2bGIfJL-nE9YvagZZa9YLBfDx9uYQe0S8eKK-uVNntBOXgL47KBDMI10JykXvh5hV1mAt-FS/s1600-h/friends.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;195&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYSpHBqk7N2ZCZXHXZYGfZpaPWqWD11efHNvXLSDH7_aCPDgjzzLr_KG2FHjJ2bGIfJL-nE9YvagZZa9YLBfDx9uYQe0S8eKK-uVNntBOXgL47KBDMI10JykXvh5hV1mAt-FS/s320/friends.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&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; &quot;I don&#39;t have to get involved since there are other people here who can help.&quot;&lt;/b&gt; Read it for a real example:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitty_Genovese&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&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&#39;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 &quot;citizens&quot; 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=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Mosely&lt;/span&gt;&#39;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: &quot;We didn&#39;t want to get involved.&quot; No surprise to Mosely, for as he said: &quot;I knew they wouldn&#39;t do anything - they never do.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m thinking, what we really are? Because it’s the cowards who don&#39;t count in battle; they are there, but not in it. What we really are? &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Phill Ochs&lt;/span&gt; is right:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Oh look outside the window, there&#39;s a woman being grabbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;They&#39;ve dragged her to the bushes and now she&#39;s being stabbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;But Monopoly is so much fun, I&#39;d hate to blow the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;And I&#39;m sure it wouldn&#39;t interest anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Outside of a small circle of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Oh there&#39;s a dirty paper using sex to make a sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;The Supreme Court was so upset; they sent him off to jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Maybe we should help the fiend and take away his fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;But we&#39;re busy reading Playboy and the Sunday New York Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;And I&#39;m sure it wouldn&#39;t interest anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Outside of a small circle of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Smoking marihuana is more fun than drinking beer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;But a friend of ours was captured and they gave him thirty years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;But demonstrations are a drag, besides we&#39;re much too high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;And I&#39;m sure it wouldn&#39;t interest anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&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;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/06/outside-of-small-circle-of-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYSpHBqk7N2ZCZXHXZYGfZpaPWqWD11efHNvXLSDH7_aCPDgjzzLr_KG2FHjJ2bGIfJL-nE9YvagZZa9YLBfDx9uYQe0S8eKK-uVNntBOXgL47KBDMI10JykXvh5hV1mAt-FS/s72-c/friends.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-1195534659945502873</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T10:53:30.216+04:00</atom:updated><title>Judge, But First Yourself ...</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkUJ6ZPccprt2-HINQM7Iuj2AKWuWQ36wLQ8WR9u4ZZ1FICbnMC9pdWdMj-ucPSAbVmPzA24Iiyo-xoZC7jqRjHk9Sso-d1dBrY1-_XM85lJ3mNsCIv7RwViCNZMFtu5xLcEK/s1600-h/judging.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;202&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkUJ6ZPccprt2-HINQM7Iuj2AKWuWQ36wLQ8WR9u4ZZ1FICbnMC9pdWdMj-ucPSAbVmPzA24Iiyo-xoZC7jqRjHk9Sso-d1dBrY1-_XM85lJ3mNsCIv7RwViCNZMFtu5xLcEK/s320/judging.jpg&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Everybody&#39;s droppin got me knockin on heaven&#39;s door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Recollect your thoughts don&#39;t get caught up in the mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Cause the media is full of dirty tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Only God can judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;~ &lt;b style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&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, &quot;God doesn&#39;t judge people until they die.&quot; &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=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; Getting shorter with age.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt; Only on emotional pieces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bust:&lt;/span&gt; Never been busted.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Waist:&lt;/span&gt; Not want not.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Hips:&lt;/span&gt; Don&#39;t lie.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&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;&quot;I Love You&quot;&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=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&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=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&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=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I&#39;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 &quot;Planet M&quot; half-yearly sale.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&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=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;A Great Day Starts With:&lt;/span&gt; No waking up alarm.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&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&#39;m this; I&#39;m that. But frankly speaking, still I ain&#39;t successful to discover who I&#39;m or the real-me. Though I am, indeed, a king because I know how to rule myself.</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/05/judge-but-first-yourself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkUJ6ZPccprt2-HINQM7Iuj2AKWuWQ36wLQ8WR9u4ZZ1FICbnMC9pdWdMj-ucPSAbVmPzA24Iiyo-xoZC7jqRjHk9Sso-d1dBrY1-_XM85lJ3mNsCIv7RwViCNZMFtu5xLcEK/s72-c/judging.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></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=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxwb_ScsnxyBQBJKi_nexr7rmPMI6zxv9lWML-G-geL3RxhoJkF6icujmGHqaa5Ejum-aRKVhkNO060LXpAiteWUTDtIDqOF88-KZXtEKFvC6VmgG8Auw0oyY-vkis8l-JygK/s1600-h/marriage2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;174&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxwb_ScsnxyBQBJKi_nexr7rmPMI6zxv9lWML-G-geL3RxhoJkF6icujmGHqaa5Ejum-aRKVhkNO060LXpAiteWUTDtIDqOF88-KZXtEKFvC6VmgG8Auw0oyY-vkis8l-JygK/s320/marriage2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;261&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&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=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;Why Women Shouldn&#39;t Marry: Being Single by Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&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=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&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=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: Garamond;&quot;&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;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/05/marriage-or-single.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxwb_ScsnxyBQBJKi_nexr7rmPMI6zxv9lWML-G-geL3RxhoJkF6icujmGHqaa5Ejum-aRKVhkNO060LXpAiteWUTDtIDqOF88-KZXtEKFvC6VmgG8Auw0oyY-vkis8l-JygK/s72-c/marriage2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></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>2014-10-10T22:22:02.123+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">success</category><title>Gran Torino: Sometimes Winning Is About Losing Too</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Just saw Gran Torino. Clint Eastwood, 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: &quot;Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while you shouldn&#39;t have f----d with? That&#39;s me.&quot; &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&#39;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=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&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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So tenderly your story is &lt;/div&gt;
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Nothing more than what you see &lt;/div&gt;
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Or what you&#39;ve done or will become&lt;/div&gt;
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Standing strong do you belong &lt;/div&gt;
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In your skin; just wondering&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;~ Clint Eastwood (Written by Jamie Cullum)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/04/gran-torino-sometimes-winning-is-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2UCXt0brb2tK6zp_5uhpsWXulzvEJ6EVadaQU4w2_wyJUayt4g1iyRsFoRzX-x3HHrXkaFeFd3QUACM7H4MHW_B65AXx91RT4DEl8nyzBqKhHwJjGDrAR6c_Utb4g46UZTB8/s72-c/grantorino.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></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#">attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><title>LIFE. FEAR. HOPE. DEALTH. ANGELS. LOVE</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qZcOED6bzDcrCSl3i1KRZQC02X3jwBzLsxYnRMSDdvW4sZqfd2365ddALH8Yv7DBjqAJ7wQjVXaweOPGQ9icYY6mE96Hjk4vCoWpbxt0MM21qicpt3kd7mkTNL25vUi13BCm/s1600-h/1799716425_853eb5555f.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2djdqekQMPMPBDYu7MLEdofT9ujji6Px0KygH8LBBLoTjJlDSllJOu_Kh8HS3PHQXAOTZySPPV4Yzv42prUqGI7t9VnkUXXz_gqvsVTBPie5FajABnUh-zzc9vYE0NSpy95L/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJKllLrXjgPhflHFlQk0sVM7Ig8I7jeOeuYqM32B6U4the1BTyKITy1sR9SKQ6KQcDWtIDj1LaOzRQfpqndxycgOcM5bIYvgqwGtf-ixITfZaMLKAfRzLjNYVRU3H8LeLoN7K/s1600-h/hope2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;105&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJKllLrXjgPhflHFlQk0sVM7Ig8I7jeOeuYqM32B6U4the1BTyKITy1sR9SKQ6KQcDWtIDj1LaOzRQfpqndxycgOcM5bIYvgqwGtf-ixITfZaMLKAfRzLjNYVRU3H8LeLoN7K/s320/hope2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;286&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonNyqiBi33BWySCRktbvtUjAvecyWcZuvHn9lL4_v7i0BpbPuYNxoUI7-EB6ss9zfpSCKHTI88hSfH86zGsu4hOZHoo-ZeNDMmzhlzaII4jTrhyphenhyphen7MU_5Pv3jzfQdbYi5cP7_w/s1600-h/spaceball.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonNyqiBi33BWySCRktbvtUjAvecyWcZuvHn9lL4_v7i0BpbPuYNxoUI7-EB6ss9zfpSCKHTI88hSfH86zGsu4hOZHoo-ZeNDMmzhlzaII4jTrhyphenhyphen7MU_5Pv3jzfQdbYi5cP7_w/s320/spaceball.gif&quot; style=&quot;cursor: move;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&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;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-fear-hope-dealth-angels-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJKllLrXjgPhflHFlQk0sVM7Ig8I7jeOeuYqM32B6U4the1BTyKITy1sR9SKQ6KQcDWtIDj1LaOzRQfpqndxycgOcM5bIYvgqwGtf-ixITfZaMLKAfRzLjNYVRU3H8LeLoN7K/s72-c/hope2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></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>2013-04-06T00:47:27.069+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 dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Love is an accident … waiting to happen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Desire is a stranger … you think you know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Intimacy is a lie … we tell ourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Truth is a game … we play to win&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;If you believe in love at first sight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;.... You’ll never stop looking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Have you seen the movie, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/closer/site/&quot;&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;
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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;
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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;
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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;
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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 &quot;love at first sight.&quot; Let’s have a look to the other findings:&lt;br /&gt;
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• 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;
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• 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;
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• 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;
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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&gt;
</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/02/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjns54YPk1c8b229eSRIdqpZLb9RS_U46H2YLWsrg3JU6Y2m6DNZcZOCHTjJ1rHBhN7uqaTpsfeURVJhaXrM8sUgnr2uLosup8JJvJ7_gVH1F2xJk34fHiV5IvdNAEGNYox-E9Y/s72-c/closer1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-2828704052153532858</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 06:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T10:39:05.584+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opportunity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">success</category><title>Crisis: Where Danger Meets With Opportunity</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXOXFkXyHzHYEi3q519q2u7DyoomCmuJ0m1Bh5-QQ8QKkkjGLYvpbou9EsxmihnL-ZYw1yV0URFTB4R4I6pnUJvAuftB4tueq684cIDKeWl3LZUUHBzzFjvAvmPWVGUDLMOcP/s1600-h/opp.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;148&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXOXFkXyHzHYEi3q519q2u7DyoomCmuJ0m1Bh5-QQ8QKkkjGLYvpbou9EsxmihnL-ZYw1yV0URFTB4R4I6pnUJvAuftB4tueq684cIDKeWl3LZUUHBzzFjvAvmPWVGUDLMOcP/s320/opp.jpg&quot; width=&quot;221&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In Chinese, the word &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;crisis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; stands for &lt;a href=&quot;http://itre.cis.upenn.edu/%7Emyl/languagelog/archives/004343.html&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;weiji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, often which has been said to be composed of the characters for “danger” and “opportunity.” That’s why in the popular Chinese culture, a crisis is regarded not merely as a danger but also as an opportunity (some arguments are there).&lt;br /&gt;
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If you’re looking for an example, I’d suggest to read about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.madamcjwalker.com/sites/madamcjwalker.com/history.html&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;C. J. Walker&lt;/a&gt;, the woman who was the first born-free member of a slave-family.&lt;br /&gt;
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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;
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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;
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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;
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Yes, C.J. Walker, the first woman self-accomplished millionaire who didn’t cry in crisis rather made it an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;I got my start by giving myself a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;C.J. Walker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2009/01/crisis-where-danger-meets-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXOXFkXyHzHYEi3q519q2u7DyoomCmuJ0m1Bh5-QQ8QKkkjGLYvpbou9EsxmihnL-ZYw1yV0URFTB4R4I6pnUJvAuftB4tueq684cIDKeWl3LZUUHBzzFjvAvmPWVGUDLMOcP/s72-c/opp.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-7243353216310527496</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 07:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-22T16:01:32.700+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">challenge</category><title>Who&#39;ll Be The Last To Die For A Mistake</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMZPUbWBlluAWmc4QRlABcc_xT7W-b5gLe21a-uUn424rylrpo71hTCmni__tP0lKX8nkUhlhCvUaRBohyphenhyphene0TWcK8WJCNX-LIK8RFx_5S5jcBHtKunyOsCFvG0cAUqvvkro9g/s1600-h/1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;190&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMZPUbWBlluAWmc4QRlABcc_xT7W-b5gLe21a-uUn424rylrpo71hTCmni__tP0lKX8nkUhlhCvUaRBohyphenhyphene0TWcK8WJCNX-LIK8RFx_5S5jcBHtKunyOsCFvG0cAUqvvkro9g/s320/1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;284&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You have just lost your job or you have tasted bankruptcy or maybe helplessly observed your love is getting married to another person and than you’re shouting to God: “Hey you, would you stop please. How many challenges will you give me to measure up my patience? Enough is enough.”&lt;br /&gt;
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But think about any commando. He is moving forward to a terrorist with no back-up and one single mistake can bring him closer to death. It’s not a move in chess; if he loses he’ll lose some pieces of paper printed with Mahatma Gandhi; it’s the move of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m a very non-political guy. It’s after the 26/11 Mumbai attack; I came to know so many names and faces of politicians. One such name is VS Achuthanandan, the honorable CM of Kerala (is it very necessary to address minister as honorable?) who proudly remarked for the martyr, &lt;b&gt;Sandeep Unnikrishnan&lt;/b&gt;: “If not for Sandeep&#39;s house, not even a dog would have gone there.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Sadly, not even a single person will ever feel the pain of losing soldier, no one. Maybe that’s why, in the testimony to the US Senate (1971), Senator-to-be John Kerry asked, &lt;b&gt;&quot;How do you ask a man to be the last man to die in Vietnam? How do you ask a man to be the last man to die for a mistake?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even &lt;b&gt;Alfred Bryan&lt;/b&gt; is right who wrote the song &lt;i&gt;I Didn’t Raise My Boy to Be a Soldier:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What victory can cheer a mother’s heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When she looks at her blighted home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What victory can bring her back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;All she cared to call her own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Let each mother answer in the year to be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Remember that my boy belongs to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wish, we have the law that to be a minister, one should serve Indian Army for a particular time. Then he’d get the right to run for the election. But MERA BHARAT MAHAAN, to get &lt;b&gt;Z &lt;/b&gt;security, you don’t even need to know ABC.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, what situations you have faced they aren’t challenge, they are merely lessons. Because my friend, you can always have “a next attempt.” But in war-zone, a commando moving towards terrorists’ bullet, there is no second chance. One silly mistake and opponent’s bullet will come straight to his chest.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Challenge, that’s called challenge man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Hello friends, sorry for deleting my previous post as I got lot of mails complaining that it wasn&#39;t suitable with the theme of my blog. Sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2008/12/wholl-be-last-to-die-for-mistake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMZPUbWBlluAWmc4QRlABcc_xT7W-b5gLe21a-uUn424rylrpo71hTCmni__tP0lKX8nkUhlhCvUaRBohyphenhyphene0TWcK8WJCNX-LIK8RFx_5S5jcBHtKunyOsCFvG0cAUqvvkro9g/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-338115391279398494</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 07:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-27T11:19:16.403+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so what</category><title>It Wasn’t Pretty At All For The Prettiest Julia Roberts</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julia Roberts auditioned for the part of Linda Warner on &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_My_Children&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;All My Children&lt;/a&gt; and the part of Hayley Benson on &lt;a href=&quot;http://santabarbara-online.com/&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Santa Barbara&lt;/a&gt; but in both the occasions, she got rejected. And when she made her film debut in Blood Red, she got just two words of dialogue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #38761d; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO WHAT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not only this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100405/&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;pretty woman&lt;/a&gt; has a Mona Lisa kinda smile, but she was the first actress to get paid a $20 million paycheck for a movie as well. Even in the&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Hollywood Reporter&lt;/a&gt;’s annual power list of top-earning female stars, she has topped for four consecutive years (2002-2006). And as of 2007, her films have grossed more than $2.1 billion at the American box-office, making her the biggest female star of all time.</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-wasnt-pretty-at-all-for-prettiest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-7831102840887703567</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T11:23:56.359+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><title>You Are Not What You Own</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuw8tmnGdRYDg4Z9e0OkVAZEaJAY3tuyE4F-_o50tszzzwZIXBh53pF7X4LydBJ-8e9NuOoI8Ccp5ObNhA8AINbyxCJibClFKYRW61L-Oss2-v0FMEaZZXqj6FrSni3tyBCsaC/s1600-h/ROY.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuw8tmnGdRYDg4Z9e0OkVAZEaJAY3tuyE4F-_o50tszzzwZIXBh53pF7X4LydBJ-8e9NuOoI8Ccp5ObNhA8AINbyxCJibClFKYRW61L-Oss2-v0FMEaZZXqj6FrSni3tyBCsaC/s320/ROY.jpg&quot; width=&quot;273&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since all those US, UK, SWISS brands have anchored their ships in India; it becomes a trend to wear cloths with the brands logo splashed all over. And people are floating over there because people start believing that it creates a higher identity for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Think, if you have to depend on brand to create your identity, then what the real identity you own? Free yourself by what you buy or what logo you splashed on your cloths. Of course some people will argue sometimes what we posses also create an identity for us. I’d say, “Yes, sometimes but it’s not authentic identity.” Our true identity lies in our values and the way we treat people, not in possessing goods. &lt;br /&gt;
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A person’s true identity literally becomes an outfit and there’s nothing cool about that. Let your actions speak what you believe in, not those cool messages on your “Tee.” Yes dear, define yourself by the things you can’t buy but still you can posses. &lt;br /&gt;
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You can’t buy an identity.&lt;br /&gt;
You can’t buy a class.&lt;br /&gt;
You can’t buy superiority.&lt;br /&gt;
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Only one thing you can buy—a FALSE BELIEF that people respect you by the stuffs you posses.</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-not-what-you-own.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuw8tmnGdRYDg4Z9e0OkVAZEaJAY3tuyE4F-_o50tszzzwZIXBh53pF7X4LydBJ-8e9NuOoI8Ccp5ObNhA8AINbyxCJibClFKYRW61L-Oss2-v0FMEaZZXqj6FrSni3tyBCsaC/s72-c/ROY.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-8329601831534212432</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T20:30:23.182+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dream</category><title>Diablo Cody: A Divorce, A Flash Of Skin &amp; An Oscar</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyaQxANCCeYagkZiDO0kP4dhQP-CwAbcRU_ZSzqBDNnrQAsNNbTgMmCRIg63vP8ZreeQPwCoUSpjOQ8bCyiDjksSyXZ5vWpCldxQwaxDFvaVKHAbf4-Dca_lhxMKno8zct22Wq/s1600-h/cody.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyaQxANCCeYagkZiDO0kP4dhQP-CwAbcRU_ZSzqBDNnrQAsNNbTgMmCRIg63vP8ZreeQPwCoUSpjOQ8bCyiDjksSyXZ5vWpCldxQwaxDFvaVKHAbf4-Dca_lhxMKno8zct22Wq/s320/cody.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;They say you should not suffer through the past. You should be able to wear it like a loose garment, take it off and let it drop. ~ Eva Jessye&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have listened people saying, “It’s your past which shapes your present and will determine your future.” But I kick this philosophy out the memory. Recently I have watched a movie, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.foxsearchlight.com/juno/&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Juno&lt;/a&gt;, a coming-of-age story about a teenager’s unplanned pregnancy made with the budget of only $6.5 million, but within 20 days it has gone on to earn more than 30 times of that amount.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the best thing about the movie is its screenplay written by &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diablo_Cody&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Diablo Cody&lt;/a&gt;. Now who is Diablo Cody? It’s the same Diablo Cody, after a broken marriage who started doing stripping in an armature night club and also spent time working in peep shows at an adult novelty store. &lt;br /&gt;
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As writing was her biggest passion and there was no big opportunity knocking, she started writing blog about her own experience as a stripper. Within months, that blog became so popular that Gotham Books signed her for publishing a book. And at the age of 24, she wrote her memoir: “&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Candy-Girl-Year-Unlikely-Stripper/dp/1592401821&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Candy Girl: A Year In The Life Of An Unlikely Stripper.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;
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A Hollywood producer was so moved by the acerbic wit of that book, he encouraged Cody to write screenplay. After seven hard-working weeks in the back of a departmental store, she completed Juno. And Juno was the movie for which Diablo Cody went on to win the Oscar for the Best Original Screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now if you look at her past, does it justify her present or determine her future—the future where she is gonna work with Stephen Spielberg? No! We can’t justify because the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. Past? Leave it in the past!</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2008/11/diablo-cody-divorce-flash-of-skin-oscar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyaQxANCCeYagkZiDO0kP4dhQP-CwAbcRU_ZSzqBDNnrQAsNNbTgMmCRIg63vP8ZreeQPwCoUSpjOQ8bCyiDjksSyXZ5vWpCldxQwaxDFvaVKHAbf4-Dca_lhxMKno8zct22Wq/s72-c/cody.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26919015.post-793920769606628346</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-18T13:24:54.282+04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">interview</category><title>An Interview With A Filmmaker, Archana S. Iyer, Who Didn&#39;t Limit Herself</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXmbGFgB0L-U5lSCff6jAOQ3HQ3Q6rE8cp4IReSVzzguUvkE_VfTGSFg-2bFByrtyCzGRURNONF12jXFPvGpelX_2_XTkXKicGqUSut1xpmNiy3Br6AkNJQ5FWrjR_6OWI_sZ/s1600-h/md.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;189&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EZah86TTw03_ZkSRn6yRoR8ZuFwBsQmetAyNubxfMo0VHl3YVTLl3EsyA0v2eZWbEhtfPGBVhg-v9BJ9OrT5bNX_XdIotnWcoa8Z4nU9WFbpmY3shv220MQNgeiaEIHytjnY/s320-r/md.jpg&quot; width=&quot;270&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They say, “Don’t use too many words to say few things rather use few words to say lot of things.” The same is of short films, a genre of films that packs imagination and story-telling into 10 minutes, can have powerful impact to make a change in the culture.&lt;br /&gt;
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That seems to be the case with &lt;b&gt;Archana Iyer&lt;/b&gt;&#39;s film, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;“Homemaker”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;a film about the priceless bond between a mother and daughter which has been selected to be screened at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tiranafilmfest.com/&quot;&gt;Tirana International Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;, Albania.&lt;br /&gt;
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Without further ado, I’d like to present Archana’s thoughts on how we can listen to our inner voice and cherish that and have fun along the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So, what inspire you to make &quot;Homemaker?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; I had read a short story &quot;three letters&quot; in my school days. It was so touching, I thought of adapting it into a modern day film based on e-mails!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How did you find producers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; I would call myself really lucky. In my case, the producers found me. As there were not many projects happening in my office, my bosses came to me with a proposal of making a short film as a learning exercise! And voila, I get myself a film!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What are the challenges you&#39;ve faced while making, &quot;Homemaker?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIJcM35rNkqKDWqUNVl1z2vHwSwQ6vusX2CLYkBzR6onFn2ZvI7zqlFCLzbfDuclkkB0obGNrSJp3CDzCLeduCSkz1uJ9rB7MbTKkxOyEDlzcbq-tneiRRXcvuhmplLK_sw9v/s1600-h/favor.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;81&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyl1Wb-eT_9u_52OqAJn1bxyQM_FrwxwhGMGni2MnKPto-2LoTDAVELJHJ9_lRsERfQbJs-6YnmxIaoBAPDWg6kDjs_PBfqcnmE4ihor1EY21EXYk6Bvd7eJ5W43ySK35nLiI/s320-r/favor.bmp&quot; width=&quot;305&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; I didn’t have the budget as I’m a first time film-maker. Then lots of things went wrong – my friend was supposed to shoot it for me, we had a fall-out and in the last moment he dropped out. But thank God for that because Varun Sud, who eventually shot it, is a boon. He did wonders to my film. Most importantly, it&#39;s always better to work with people who are enthusiastic than who want to do it as a favor for you. Basically, everything that went wrong with the film, eventually went right!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What&#39;s the most exciting part you’ve enjoyed while making, &quot;Homemaker?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; The shoot. It was quite hectic but I had an amazing cast and crew, and we had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What do you want people to get out of the film?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; Not to take things and people for granted and everything can’t be measured monetarily!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What are the pro&#39;s and con&#39;s of making short film in your opinion?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; More pros than cons, it&#39;s a great platform for young filmmakers with no budget to bring forward their ideas. But now, with the changing time, short films are a big market at the festival circles too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Why is it&amp;nbsp;still hard for women directors, in Bollywood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWzED2jBmTDN3skNorsK9uEGqZGiUoNo51WnH_r2iD4BwA-WunZSXXOjKwtOUE8H3EEIVm6Ry7hnXX5u8yBdKyq21Uu7RBmcq7acuILfSHAFTm24si6t4kTFboK-I-mUonb3h/s1600-h/women.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;82&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK45Ql_RX560eoWg77hCFrAzpSJ6nyYEV_jDWHNr_hBVVKKn0ZJkwl53v4NRIIglCF-4PGuEezk-j1awLeWAGqiArBdN2xCp6yCU6UhRYSuf32tCPYQA7R6r4vaOAe97Hl6-CS/s320-r/women.bmp&quot; width=&quot;269&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; It&#39;s all in the mind. Women themselves sometimes tend to limit themselves, once they stop it, people would listen!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You do stay alone in Mumbai, being miles away from your home, any challenge for that? If yes, how do you cope with that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; Lots of challenges— financial, emotional and mental. But thanks to my friends who always make me feel &quot;Mumbai Meri Jaan!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What&#39;s the single most part you are excited about, being an independent woman?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; My freedom – freedom to choose; freedom to decide and freedom to take responsibility for the decisions!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So, what&#39;s the mantra Miss Archana lives her life with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Archana:&lt;/b&gt; You get, not what you desire, but what you deserve!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Thanks, Archana, for the wonderful conversation and for so generously sharing with our readers!&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://royarya.blogspot.com/2008/10/interview-with-filmmaker-archana-s-iyer_08.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EZah86TTw03_ZkSRn6yRoR8ZuFwBsQmetAyNubxfMo0VHl3YVTLl3EsyA0v2eZWbEhtfPGBVhg-v9BJ9OrT5bNX_XdIotnWcoa8Z4nU9WFbpmY3shv220MQNgeiaEIHytjnY/s72-c-r/md.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item></channel></rss>