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Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horoscope"/><title type='text'>How bad is your temper according to your horoscope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIES MARCH 21 - APRIL 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothing seems to ruffle you more than a lack of discipline, disloyalty and decorum. But Arians are also known to go into a rage very easily when challenged. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Those of you who have been on the receiving end of the Aries temper know that if not calmed down they can even get violent. But one thing is certain if the opponent remains calm and does not react to their outburst, Arians cool down very fast. They are also the first to apologies, which makes them easier to forgive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS APRIL 21 - MAY 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;You are generally quiet and have control over your emotions. It is difficult to predict what will upset you, so when you do lose your cool, people don&#39;t know how to react. Your temper is like that of a raging bull, and anyone trying to pacify you will be the first one to get a verbal bashing. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;You generally get upset when you are concerned or when people accuse you of doing something wrong. You also hate being reminded about mistakes you&#39;ve made in the past. You also have the potential to be terribly vindictive if rubbed the wrong way.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEMINI MAY 21 - June 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are recognized by your cheerful disposition and your jovial nature is easily susceptible to anger. In fact, you are the best person to have around when there is an ugly scene at a party you can bring the warring factions together quite diplomatically. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;But when you lose cool, you yell and scream and will not listen to reason. You must have the last word in a wordy duel. Your capacity to argue aggressively is matched only by your seductive charm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANCER JUNE 21 - JULY 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Considering how charming, caring and kind you are, you dislike unpleasant scenes, much less creating one yourself. You have great tolerance and rarely get provoked into losing your temper. If someone is unreasonable or trying to create trouble, you are more likely to walk away quietly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;But that does not mean you do not have a temper. When angry, in your effort to control your emotions, you tremble, your hands get sweaty and sometimes you fumble for words. Tears roll down your eyes easily and the opponent is touched by your innocence and will seek an apology immediately.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEO JULY 22 - AUGUST 21&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;If anyone has total control over their emotions, it is you. But then, you can be described as stiff, cold and uncaring. You are known to lack spontaneity but you really don&#39;t care about opinions. You don&#39;t like to create scenes and will never accept invitations to a party where you suspect the presence of an unruly lot. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;But your very presence seems challenging to some and they take vicarious pleasure in your disquiet. When angry you can use critical language. A dressing down can humiliate your opponent, causing a strain between both of you forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO AUGUST 22 - SEPTEMBER 21&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most of you are gentle and have full control over your emotions but those of you given to temper tantrums can certainly get violent. When see things with rage, you yell and shout and tend to break things lying close at hand. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You can even harm yourself by banging your hands on a glass top table or wall. You should never get into any argument, for you are a sore loser. You feel that others are trying to persecute you and don&#39;t quite respect your opinions. When hurt, you can also hold grudges forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA SEPTEMBER 22 - OCTOBER 22&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did someone say that you are the charmers of the zodiac? Well, it&#39;s true. Few have ever seen you ruffled or angry. You are very conscious of your image, and you believe that anger distorts your face and personality. You also think you are above things like anger. But wait before you get into self-congratulatory mood. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Your family or those very close to you know you better. You have an unmatched temper amongst all the zodiac signs, and what makes it worse is your capacity to justify it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCORPIO OCTOBER 23 - NOVEMBER 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course you don&#39;t lose your cool. But your very demeanor (manner) projects haughtiness (arrogance, pride), pride and grand disdain (disregard) for lesser mortals (human). Others are often found saying that anger sits on your nose and you are raring to give your piece mind to the first person that try to be funny with you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are selective in the choice of your friends, and have a low tolerance for the superfluous (extra) types. Your tongue-lashing (attack) is generally in a soft hissing tone for when you scream, your voice tends to get shrill and loud and you do hate drawing attention to yourself! When upset, you are angrier with yourself for having shown weakness, for the last thing that Scorpio wants to show is being out of control.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS NOVEMBER 22 - DECEMBER 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;You are insensible and generally have no complete control over your emotions. You do get angry quickly and others marvel at your anger levels even when provoked. Actually, you get tongue-tied when angry and you will remove your anger waiting for the other person to calm down. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Then you will reason with your opponent and convince the other person in a very gentle manner that the whole thing was just his mistake. You&#39;re also likely to totally sever ties with someone when you&#39;re upset with them.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPRICORN DECEMBER 21 - JANUARY 19&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Few will believe that a hardcore practical and materialistic person like you is capable of sensitivity and genuine emotions. You project a hard exterior but are actually very sensitive, a trait you successfully hide from others. You can see thing with anger but will not betray your feelings. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;But then, there are times that even you cannot control your temper. Under such circumstances you can shout and scream, more with frustration at the situation than with anger at any particular person. Your outbursts can shock others and can make them feel guilty too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS JANUARY 20 - FEBRUARY 18&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are noble and kind and dislike losing control over your emotions. It is very rare for you to get angry. You are also the pacifier in situations that involve arguments. It is always your endeavor to be perfect and socially correct in your behavior and attitude, but if misunderstood and slighted you can give in to an angry outburst.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; You will shout and scream and then walk out from the scene. You cannot easily forget the situation&lt;br&gt;and will be bitter about it for a long time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCES FEBRUARY 19 - MARCH 20&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;The only thing that can be said about you dreamers is that you appear even more attractive when angry. You are very sensitive to others&#39; feelings, so you rarely hurt them. But when others tend to hurt you, then things take a nasty turn. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You will yell and use harsh words and feel inclined to shake everything and everyone up. Your creative imagination is at its best when angry, and you tend to get pretty dramatic. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;When upset, you refuse to listen to reason and wish to be left alone. But once you calm down, you repent your tantrums and seek forgiveness. So nobody can be upset with you for too long.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4bacc6&quot; size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Never take some one for granted,Hold every person Close to your Heart because you might wake up one day and realize that you have lost a diamond while you were too busy collecting stones.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source:Internet&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/6819563671659761781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/04/how-bad-is-your-temper-according-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/6819563671659761781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/6819563671659761781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/04/how-bad-is-your-temper-according-to.html' title='How bad is your temper according to your horoscope?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-4633453806010094358</id><published>2013-03-25T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-25T23:57:05.784-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><title type='text'>3 Idiots ( Facebook Version ) - #MustRead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;This happened during Admin recruiting session for the FB page&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho - *Smiling*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- &quot;Aap Muskura kyu rahe hain?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho - &quot;Bohot Dino se Admin banne ki iccha thi...aj Ban gaya hu..bohot maza aa raha hai&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- &quot;Zada Maza Lene Ki Zarurat nai hai...Tell me What is a POST?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- &quot;Anything that is posted on Facebook..is Post Sir&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- &quot;Can you Please elaborate?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- &quot;Sir..jo bhi Facebook pe log daalte hai ,post hai sir...Ghumne... -gye..photo daal diya! Post hai Sir. Match dekha Score daal diya! Post hai Sir ..Sir actually hum post se ghire hue hai sir! Katrina ki Pic se Ronaldo ki Kick tak! Sab post hai sir! Ek second me Comment ,ek second me like! Comment-like.. comment-like&quot;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- &quot;Shut up! ADMIN banke ye karoge?Comment- -like comment like....&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hey chatur tum batao&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chatur- &quot;Pictures,texts or Videos posted through Mobile or Tablet or laptop or desktop via Different Operating&lt;br&gt;system using Internet on Facebook is called a Post...&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- &quot;Excellent!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- &quot;par sir maine bhi toh vohi bola seedhe shabdo mein...&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- Seedhe shabdo me karna hai toh orkut ya twiter ke pages k admin bano... :@&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- Par sir dusre sites bhi toh..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher-Get out!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- why sir?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;teacher- Seedhe Shabdo me bahar jaiye&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho goes out and Comes Back*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- kya hua?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- kuch Bhul gya tha sir&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- Kya?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- An Utility button given to us, to protect our Private data i.e pictures messages or personal Information for being&lt;br&gt;stolen or Used for bad purpose by hackers or anyone else...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- kehna kya chahte ho!?!?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- logout sir! Logout karna bhul gya tha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teacher- seedha seedha nai bol sakte the?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rancho- thodi der pehle try kiya tha sir, aapko pasand nahi aaya... :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source:Facebook&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/4633453806010094358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/03/3-idiots-facebook-version-mustread.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/4633453806010094358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/4633453806010094358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/03/3-idiots-facebook-version-mustread.html' title='3 Idiots ( Facebook Version ) - #MustRead'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-717424728623683520</id><published>2013-03-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T01:05:26.496-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Monday Mantra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perception"/><title type='text'>Thank God It&amp;#39;s Monday - Self Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;A man feared his wife wasn&#39;t hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&#39;s what you do,&quot; said the Doctor, &quot;stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He says to himself, &quot;I&#39;m about 40 feet away, let&#39;s see what happens.&quot; Then in a normal tone he asks, &#39;Honey, what&#39;s for dinner?&quot;&lt;br&gt;No response. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, &quot;Honey, what&#39;s for dinner?&quot;&lt;br&gt;Still no response.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what&#39;s for dinner?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Again he gets no response so; He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. &quot;Honey, what&#39;s for dinner?&quot;&lt;br&gt;Again there is no response.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So he walks right up behind her. &quot;Honey, what&#39;s for dinner?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&quot;James, for the FIFTH time I&#39;ve said, CHICKEN!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MORAL: &lt;br&gt;The problem may not be with the other one as we always think, could be very much within us..! We are busy finding faults in others but we forget to identify the faults within..!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/717424728623683520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/03/thank-god-it-monday-self-check.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/717424728623683520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/717424728623683520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/03/thank-god-it-monday-self-check.html' title='Thank God It&amp;#39;s Monday - Self Check'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-5900636581929322113</id><published>2013-03-12T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-12T06:46:48.053-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friend quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends Forever"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Friendship in love may die, but love in friendship never dies.. ♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;When everyone else turns away their face, a friend provides you his shoulder. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Many people start neglecting their friends when they are in a relationship. They go on listening to their partner and start distancing themselves from their friends. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;The friends shed a silent tear and start staying away from their path. But, when the relationship begins to wane, you don&#39;t have anyone else but your friends. ♥ &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;That friend will still listen to you and will happily provide you with his/her shoulder to cry upon. That friend will never argue on why you didn&#39;t call him/her or why you don&#39;t give them time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; Friends are those amazing people who would always be there. When you have butterflies in your stomach after talking to your crush or when you need a shoulder to cry when your partner hurts you.. ♥ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;They would never let you do stupid things alone. I am so lucky to have friends who know the lyrics of the song in my heart and sing it back to me when I forget it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Love your friends because they truly are god&#39;s angels in disguise. ♥ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Source:.facebook.com/harshal1458&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/5900636581929322113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/03/friendship-in-love-may-die-but-love-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/5900636581929322113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/5900636581929322113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/03/friendship-in-love-may-die-but-love-in.html' title='Friendship in love may die, but love in friendship never dies.. ♥♥♥'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-6015441302019126262</id><published>2013-02-27T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T02:51:08.938-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday Meaning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart Throbbing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Monday Mantra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perception"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ShortStory"/><title type='text'>The Monkey and the Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;There once was a happy monkey wandering the jungle, eating delicious fruit when hungry, and resting when tired. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;One day he came upon a house, where he saw a bowl of the most beautiful apples. He took one in each hand and ran back into the forest. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;He sniffed the apples and smelled nothing. He tried to eat them, but hurt his teeth. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;They were made of wood, but they were beautiful, and when the other monkeys saw them, he held onto them even tighter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;He admired his new possessions proudly as he wandered the jungle. They glistened red in the sun, and seemed perfect to him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He became so attached to them, that he didn&#39;t even notice his hunger at first.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A fruit tree reminded him, but he felt the apples in his hands. He couldn&#39;t bear to set them down to reach for the fruit. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In fact, he couldn&#39;t relax, either, if he was to defend his apples. A proud, but less happy monkey continued to walk along the forest trails.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The apples became heavier, and the poor little monkey thought about leaving them behind. He was tired, hungry, and he couldn&#39;t climb trees or collect fruit with his hands full. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What if he just let go?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Letting go of such valuable things seemed crazy, but what else could he do? He was so tired. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seeing the next fruit tree, and smelling it&#39;s fruit was enough. He dropped the wooden apples and reached up for his meal. He was happy again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like that little monkey, we sometimes carry things that seem too valuable to let go. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A man carries an image of himself as &quot;productive&quot; - carries it like a shiny wooden apple. But in reality, his busyness leaves him tired, and hungry for a better life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still, letting go seems crazy. Even his worries are sacred apples - they prove he&#39;s &quot;doing everything he can.&quot; He holds onto them compulsively.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: fropki.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/6015441302019126262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/the-monkey-and-apples.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/6015441302019126262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/6015441302019126262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/the-monkey-and-apples.html' title='The Monkey and the Apples'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-8953163311079182214</id><published>2013-02-27T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T01:25:40.725-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Companies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microsoft"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ShortStory"/><title type='text'>A Story of Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;An unemployed man goes to try for a job with Microsoft as a cleaner.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The manager there arranges for an aptitude test (Section: Floors, sweeping and cleaning).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the test, the manager says: You will be appointed on the scale of $30 per day, let me have your e-mail address, so that I can send a form to complete and advise you where to report for work on your first day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taken aback, the unemployed man protests that he is neither in possession of a computer nor of an e-mail address.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;To this the MS exist and can therefore hardly expect to be employed. Stunned, the man leaves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not knowing where to turn and only having about $10 left, he decides to buy a 10kg box of tomatoes at the supermarket.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Within less than 2 hours, he sells the tomatoes singly at 100% profit. Repeating the process several times more that day, he ends up with almost $100 before going to sleep that night. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And thus it dawns on the man that he could quite easily make a living selling tomatoes. Getting up early and earlier every day and going to bed late and later, he multiplies his hoard of profits in quite a short time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not too long thereafter, he acquires a cart to transport several dozen boxes of tomatoes, only to have to trade it in again shortly afterwards on a pick-up truck.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the end of the second year, he is the owner of a fleet of pick-up trucks and manages a staff of a hundred former unemployed people, all selling tomatoes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Considering the future of his wife and children, he decides to buy some life assurance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Calling an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the end of the telephone conversation, the adviser asks him for his e-mail address in order that he might forward the documentation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the man replies that he has no e-mail, the adviser is stunned: &quot;What, you don&#39;t even have e-mail?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How on earth have you managed to amass such wealth without the Internet, e-mail and e-commerce?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just imagine where you would have been by now, if you had been connected from the very start!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a moment&#39;s silence, the tomato millionaire replied: &quot;Sure! I would have been a cleaner at Microsoft!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Morals of the story:&lt;br&gt;1: The Internet, e-mail and e-commerce do not need to rule your life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2: If you don&#39;t have e-mail, but work hard, you can still become a millionaire.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;3: Seeing that you got this story via e-mail, you&#39;re probably closer to becoming a cleaner than you are to becoming a millionaire.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;4: If you do have a computer and e-mail, you&#39;re already being taken to the cleaners by Microsoft.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE END&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Source: fropki.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/8953163311079182214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/a-story-of-tomatoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/8953163311079182214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/8953163311079182214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/a-story-of-tomatoes.html' title='A Story of Tomatoes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-3496090553810044256</id><published>2013-02-27T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T01:13:03.965-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ShortStory"/><title type='text'>MBA and the fisherman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;American businessman was at a pier in a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Inside the small boat were several large yellow-fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Mexican replied only a little while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The American then asked why didn&#39;t he stay out longer and catch more fish?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Mexican said he had enough to support his family&#39;s immediate needs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The American then asked the Mexican how he spent the rest of his time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Mexican fisherman said, &quot;I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The American scoffed, &quot;I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and, with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Mexican fisherman asked, &quot;But senor, how long will this all take?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which the American replied, &quot;15-20 years.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But what then, senor?&quot; asked the Mexican.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The American laughed, and said, &quot;That&#39;s the best part! When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public. You&#39;ll become very rich, you would make millions!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Millions, senor?&quot; replied the Mexican. &quot;Then what?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The American said, &quot;Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the Mexican Fisherman says:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THEN WHAT AM I DOING NOW?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: fropki.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/3496090553810044256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/mba-and-fisherman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/3496090553810044256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/3496090553810044256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/mba-and-fisherman.html' title='MBA and the fisherman'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-3457964430856951940</id><published>2013-02-27T01:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T01:08:13.602-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Healty Habits"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart Throbbing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart Touching Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ShortStory"/><title type='text'>All I Wanted, Was To Be Reconnected. Student-Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Last night’s dream had left me restless. Even in the world of the unknown I could sense it was her. The warmth I felt last night could have emerged only from an aura like hers. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;It had been ten long years since I had seen her. But the threads of time had forever bound me to her: through her thoughts, her values, her ways, and her morals.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was six years old when I met her. The class bully had thrown my lunch into the dustbin and I had been helplessly crying out of hunger and anger. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She had fondly taken me to the room reserved for teachers and treated me to a feast of crispy pooris and spicy chole. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The taste still lingered in my heart, and so did our first meeting. I had run out of the staff room shouting out that I would ask the class bully to throw away my lunch everyday!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What built over the next ten years from that day at school was beyond a student-teacher relationship. She had become my mother at my second home, a companion with the understanding of a timeless comrade. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She secretly had treated me with pooris and chole. On Saturday mornings, she undid my hair and plaited them into impeccable plaints. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the age of ten, she introduced me to the world of literature. From Blyton to Wordsworth, she unfolded a world I loved to explore. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She kindled poetry in me at the age of twelve. I effortlessly wove magic with words she taught. She instilled me with culture and traditions, a quest to intrigue, a thirst for knowledge, a temptation to explore, the unexplored, the dome of unquestionable humanity… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She did have a son, but she had resurrected her unborn daughter in me. And I revered this bonding beyond the ties of blood.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even after school had ended, I was still in contact with her. Over the years that came over, she predominantly was given an authority to voice her views in the important decisions of my life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Until my marriage, when I settled down in the States forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marriage had not only distanced me from my homeland but also from my dear ones. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was only birthdays and anniversaries now, that calls were exchanged. I had created my world over here and I had no regrets. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I spoke of her often, to my husband and daughter while reminiscing olden days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The whole day I only thought of her. Her words echoed in my ears throughout the day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was some invisible force compelling me to see her again. I scampered through old photographs to reinitiate the bonding with her. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night, I buried myself in my husband’s chest and cried. Cried for the distances I created, for lost moments, for happier times. He simply held me tight. It was his way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After two days, I found three tickets to India on the breakfast table.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I was more than surprised. Just last month, when my in laws had called inviting us for a marriage at home, my husband had stubbornly refused to go, giving an excuse of an important meeting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Miraculously, the meeting had been put off the previous day. She had once told me, I would find an understanding husband.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a decade or so, I was back in my homeland. My daughter was intrigued with every small thing. She asked about the dusty streets, the fragrant chamelis, the half clad women, the temples, the richness and the poverty. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband and I patiently answered them all. The marriage was a fortnight away. I had my time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After making a full fledged search, I finally found her. In fact, I found her son. He immediately recognized me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The ties of satin and silk had not weakened over the years. He was married now, fathering a son. And what he told me about her left me shattered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;She was suffering from Alzheimer, a disease much dreaded and feared. It was a question of now or then for her. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Days and nights had lost count and she was dissolving into an ocean of nothingness engulfed by the dimness of confusion and grief. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She lay quiet for most of the time and sometimes shrieked in sheer confusion. She called out to strangers and estranged people she knew.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wasted no time in gong to visit her in the hospital. She was wrapped in a brown blanket and stared at the roof. Guilt and tears stung my eyes at the same instance. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went and sat down beside her, told her things I had planned to tell her when we met. I knew it was of no use. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I gave her the book she had gifted me on my eighteenth birthday, ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She gave me her benign smile. After a few hours, I decided to leave. My dream had come true. She had forgotten me and I was helplessly crying for a reconnection.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I turned to leave, I heard my name being called out. The same way she had done on our first meeting, this time with the quivers of a pointless existence. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I turned back with all my hope coming back. What I saw stupefied me then and there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;My nine year old daughter, Aakriti was my shadow. She resembled me in every angle. Except for the dimple she had inherited from her father, her features were bestowed from my genes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Very often she would hold my old photographs in her hand and admire the impeccable resemblance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I often relived my childhood in her. There she was, my daughter, on her lap. She had undid her hair and was braiding them into the same plaints.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; For once, I envied my daughter. I wanted to snatch her away and sit there instead. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Very soon the envy was replaced with what she had always taught me. I resurrected myself into my daughter. It was the only way for are connection!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;By Smriti Mahale&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: fropki.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/3457964430856951940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/all-i-wanted-was-to-be-reconnected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/3457964430856951940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/3457964430856951940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/all-i-wanted-was-to-be-reconnected.html' title='All I Wanted, Was To Be Reconnected. Student-Teacher'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-1910227700370820689</id><published>2013-02-27T00:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T00:59:20.458-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ShortStory"/><title type='text'>Cracked Pot Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots,each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&#39;I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.&#39;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The old woman smiled, &#39;Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot&#39;s side?&#39;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&#39;That&#39;s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.&#39;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.&#39;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it&#39;s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&#39;ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: fropki.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/1910227700370820689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/cracked-pot-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/1910227700370820689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/1910227700370820689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/cracked-pot-friends.html' title='Cracked Pot Friends'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-7110790435251461365</id><published>2013-02-27T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T00:56:24.243-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ShortStory"/><title type='text'>Today&amp;#39;s Lesson – Farmer and Donkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;One day a farmer&#39;s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn&#39;t worth it to retrieve the donkey.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone&#39;s amazement he quieted down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;He was astonished at what he saw. with each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;He would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the farmer&#39;s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shake it off and take a step up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;br&gt;Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.&lt;br&gt;Live simply and appreciate what you have.&lt;br&gt;Give more.&lt;br&gt;Expect less&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOW .................................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enough of that rubbish . . . The donkey later came back, and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The gash from the bite got infected and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MORAL FROM TODAY&#39;S LESSON:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you do something wrong, and try to cover it up, it always comes back to bite you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: fropki.com/today-lesson-vt50063.html&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/7110790435251461365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/today-lesson-farmer-and-donkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/7110790435251461365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/7110790435251461365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/today-lesson-farmer-and-donkey.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s Lesson – Farmer and Donkey'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-5396186226768245060</id><published>2013-02-26T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-26T23:51:16.567-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="india"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="infosys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational"/><title type='text'>Staying Late at Office?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;It&#39;s half past 8 in the office but the lights are still on...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;PCs still running, coffee machines still buzzing...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;and who&#39;s at work? Most of them??? Take a closer look...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;All or most specimens are ??-something male species of the human race...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Look closer... again all or most of them are bachelors...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;and why are they sitting late? Working hard? No way!!!&lt;br&gt;Any guesses???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let&#39;s ask one of them...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&#39;s what he says... &quot;What&#39;s there 2 do after going home... here we get to surf, AC, phone, food, coffee.. that is why I am working late... importantly no bossssssss!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the scene in most research centers and software companies and other off-shore offices.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bachelors &quot;time-passing&quot; during late hours in the office just bcoz they say they&#39;ve nothing else to do...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now what r the consequences... read on...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Working&quot;(for the record only) late hours soon becomes part of the institute or company culture.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;With bosses more than eager to provide support to those &quot;working&quot; late in the form of taxi vouchers, food vouchers and of course good feedback,(oh, he&#39;s a hard worker... goes home only to change..!!).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They aren&#39;t helping things too... To hell with bosses who don&#39;t understand the difference between &quot;sitting&quot; late and &quot;working&quot; late!!!&lt;br&gt;Very soon, the boss start expecting all employees to put in extra working hours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, My dear Bachelors let me tell you, life changes when u get married and start having a family... office is no longer a priority, family is... and that&#39;s when the problem starts... becoz u start having commitments at home too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;For your boss, the earlier &quot;hardworking&quot; guy suddenly seems to become a &quot;early leaver&quot; even if u leave an hour after regular time... after doing the same amount of work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;People leaving on time after doing their tasks for the day are labeled as work-shirkers...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Girls who thankfully always (its changing nowadays... though) leave on time are labeled as &quot;not up to it&quot;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All the while, the bachelors pat their own backs and carry on &quot;working&quot; not realizing that they r spoiling the work culture at their own place and never realize that they wuld have to regret at one point of time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;*So what&#39;s the moral of the story?? *&lt;br&gt;* Very clear, LEAVE ON TIME!!!&lt;br&gt;* Never put in extra time &quot; *unless really needed *&quot;&lt;br&gt;* Don&#39;t stay back un-necessarily and spoil your company work culture which will in turn cause inconvenience to you and your colleagues. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are hundred other things to do in the evening..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Learn music...&lt;br&gt;Learn a foreign language...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;try a sport... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TT, cricket.........&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;importantly &lt;i&gt;Get a girl friend or gal friend, take him/her around town(moral of d story) &lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;* And for heaven&#39;s sake net cafe rates have dropped to an all-time low (plus, no fire-walls) and try cooking for a change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take a tip from the Smirnoff ad: *&quot;Life&#39;s calling, where are you??&quot;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: Internet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/5396186226768245060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/staying-late-at-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/5396186226768245060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/5396186226768245060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/staying-late-at-office.html' title='Staying Late at Office?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-882179659558420333</id><published>2013-02-20T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T01:37:17.724-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday Meaning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>11 Cute Quotes to Bring Cheer....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;1. If time doesn&#39;t wait for you, don&#39;t worry ! Just remove the damn battery from the clock and Enjoy Life !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Expecting the world to treat you fairly, because you are a good person is like expecting the lion not to attack you because&lt;br&gt;you are a vegetarian ! Think about this. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Beauty isn&#39;t measured by outer appearances, and what clothes we wear, but what we are inside... But don&#39;t try going out naked tomorrow, to assess how others admire &#39;what you are inside&#39; !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Don&#39;t walk as if you rule the world, walk as if you don&#39;t care who rules the world ! That&#39;s called Attitude. Keep on rocking !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Every woman hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did, and is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did !!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. He was a truly good man... He never smoked, nor drank, and never had an affair. When he died, the insurance company refused the claim..&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;They said, &quot;He who has never lived, cannot die&quot; !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. A man threw his wife in a pond of Crocodiles.&lt;br&gt;He&#39;s now being sued by Animal Rights Activists for being cruel to the Crocodiles ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. There are so many options for suicide :&lt;br&gt;Poison, sleeping pills, hanging, jumping from a building, lying on train tracks, etc.... &lt;br&gt;But many chose Marriage : It&#39;s slow, but sure !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Only 20 percent boys have brains, the rest has girlfriends !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. All desirable things in life are either illegal, banned, expensive, or married to someone else !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. 10% of road accidents are due to drunken driving. Is it not logical to conclude that 90% of accidents are due to driving without drinking ?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;source: facebook.com/thebackbenchersofficial&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/882179659558420333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/11-cute-quotes-to-bring-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/882179659558420333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/882179659558420333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/11-cute-quotes-to-bring-cheer.html' title='11 Cute Quotes to Bring Cheer....!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-3534519656889140248</id><published>2013-02-20T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T01:32:45.877-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facts"/><title type='text'>Read this beautiful Information about Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;1 - Did you know that Japanese children clean their schools every day for a quarter of an hour with teachers, which led to the emergence of a Japanese generation who is modest and keen on cleanliness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2 - Did you know that any Japanese citizen who has a dog must carry bag and special bags to pick up dog droppings. Hygiene and their eagerness to address cleanliness is part of Japanese ethics.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;3 - Did you know that hygiene worker in Japan is called &quot;health engineer&quot; and can command salary of USD 5000 to 8000 per month, and a cleaner is subjected to written and oral tests!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;4 - Did you know that Japan does not have any natural resources, and they are exposed to hundreds of earthquakes a year but do not prevent her from becoming the second largest economy in the world? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;5 - Did you know that Hiroshima returned to what it was economically vibrant before the fall of the atomic bomb in just ten years?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;6 - Did you know that Japan prevents the use of mobile in trains, restaurants and indoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;7 - Did you know that in Japan students from the first to sixth primary year must learn ethics in dealing with people &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;8 - Did you know that the Japanese even though one of the richest people in the world but they do not have servants. The parents are responsible for the house and children &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;9 - Did you know that there is no examination from the first to the third primary level; because the goal of education is to instill concepts and character building, not just examination and indoctrination. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;10 - Did you know that if you go to a buffet restaurant in Japan you will notice people only eat as much as they need without any waste. No wasteful food.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;11 - Did you know that the rate of delayed trains in Japan is about 7 seconds per year!! They appreciate the value of time, very punctual to minutes and seconds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;12 -. Did you know that children in schools brush their teeth (sterile) and clean their teeth after a meal at school; They maintain their health from an early age &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;13 - Did you know that students take half an hour to finish their meals to ensure right digestion When asked about this concern, they said: These students are the future of Japan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: .facebook.com/harshal1458&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/3534519656889140248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/read-this-beautiful-information-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/3534519656889140248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/3534519656889140248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/read-this-beautiful-information-about.html' title='Read this beautiful Information about Japan'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-2011546296231142246</id><published>2013-02-20T01:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T01:28:32.112-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><title type='text'>Mr . Bean v/s Einstein:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Einstein &amp;amp; Mr.Bean sitting next to each other on a long flight..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Einstein says,&quot;Let&#39;s play a game.. I will ask you a question,if you don&#39;t know the answer,you pay me only $5 and if I don&#39;t know the answer,I will pay you $500..&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Einstein asks the first question: What&#39;s the distance from the Earth to the Moon..?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mr.Bean doesn&#39;t say a word,reaches his pocket,pulls out a $5..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now,it&#39;s Mr.Bean&#39;s turn..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;He asks Einstein: What goes up a hill with 3 legs and comes down on 4 legs..?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Einstein searches the net and asks all his smart friends.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After an hour he gives Mr.Bean $500..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Einstein going nuts and asks: Well,so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four..?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mr.Bean reaches his pocket and gives Einstein 5$&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;source: .facebook.com/harshal1458&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/2011546296231142246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/mr-bean-vs-einstein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/2011546296231142246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/2011546296231142246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/mr-bean-vs-einstein.html' title='Mr . Bean v/s Einstein:'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-4643309763594399273</id><published>2013-02-20T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T01:22:42.613-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>Q. What is love and explain in details?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Answer:&lt;br&gt;MBA Student&#39;s Answer: Love is life.&lt;br&gt;... (marks : 1/2 from 10)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;C.A. Student&#39;s Answer : Love is pain.&lt;br&gt;... ( marks : 1/2 from 10)&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE PHARMACIST - Answered :&lt;br&gt;- Definition:&lt;br&gt;A serious disorder of heart due to relationship between men women that can cause death of one or both depending on the resistance associated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- TYPES:&lt;br&gt;one sided both sided&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- AGE:&lt;br&gt;Usually occurs in teenagers but nowadays can be found in any age&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- SYMPTOMS:&lt;br&gt;Tension&lt;br&gt;Daydreaming&lt;br&gt;Insomnia&lt;br&gt;Phone Addiction&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- DIAGNOSIS BY:&lt;br&gt;Diary&lt;br&gt;Photos&lt;br&gt;Mobile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- TREATMENT:&lt;br&gt;Anti-LOVE therapy by Father&#39;s Shoe or&lt;br&gt;Mother&#39;s Sandals...&lt;br&gt;(marks 10 from 10) Excellent !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;lozzzz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: .facebook.com/harshal1458&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/4643309763594399273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/q-what-is-love-and-explain-in-details.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/4643309763594399273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/4643309763594399273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/q-what-is-love-and-explain-in-details.html' title='Q. What is love and explain in details?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-6620525994394631778</id><published>2013-02-20T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T01:18:17.521-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Story"/><title type='text'>Funny facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Paul Hunn holds the record for the loudest burp, which was 118.1 decibels, which is as loud as a chainsaw.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A chicken with red earlobes will produce brown eggs, and a chicken with white earlobes will produce white eggs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is a town in Texas called Ding Dong. In 1990, the population was only twenty-two people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The longest kiss on record lasted 30 hours and 45 minutes. Dror Orpaz and Carmit Tsubara recorded it on April 5, 1999 at a kissing contest held in Tel Aviv, Israel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first owner of the Marlboro Company died of lung cancer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The reason why your nose gets runny when you are crying is because the tears from the eyes drain into the nose.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The reason why tattoos do not vanish even though we shed our skin is because the dye is injected deeper into the dermis part of the skin. It is only the epidermis that we shed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is not possible to tickle yourself. The cerebellum, a part of the brain, warns the rest of the brain that you are about to tickle yourself. Since your brain knows this, it ignores the resulting sensation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: facebook.com/harshal1458&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/6620525994394631778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/funny-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/6620525994394631778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/6620525994394631778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/funny-facts.html' title='Funny facts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-5365127547126343179</id><published>2013-02-20T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T01:11:03.609-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><title type='text'>Girls in Real Life and On Facebook... Fe­el The Difference ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;This 1 is Hilarious :----- Girls in Real Life and On Facebook..........Fe&amp;shy;el The Difference ..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) Real Name : Julekha, Babita, Padmini , Dimpy....... BB Name: Juls , Bebo, Princess, Doll&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2) Bachpan se aaj tak gharwalo ko bhale hi Good morning na wish kia ho :D Par FB pe Daily Good morning ka status daalengi :p &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;3) Real me bhale hi Gogs na khareeda ho kabhi :D par FB ki profile pic k liye kai na kai se borrow karleti hai :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;4) poora din ghar pe jhaadu katka karne k baad FB ka status: Aaah Gosh!! I am so Tired after hanging with buddies :p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;5) Sabji Mandi se sabjia khareedte time Status: Shopping at Shoppers Stop Or Mega Mart :D :x =)) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;6) Boyfrnd bhale na ho :D FB status Commited hoga Boy frnd hoga to fb status Single hoga :p . &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;7) jis building meh rehte hai us building ke gym meh jaa kar , FB Status pe ! In Gold&#39;s Gym =D =D =)) :x X_X :p Uffffff ! :/ ye&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: facebook.com/harshal1458&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/5365127547126343179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/girls-in-real-life-and-on-facebook-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/5365127547126343179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/5365127547126343179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/girls-in-real-life-and-on-facebook-feel.html' title='Girls in Real Life and On Facebook... Fe­el The Difference ..'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-4659802127444562641</id><published>2013-02-08T04:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-08T04:25:33.644-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="man and women"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MEN ARE JUST HAPPIER PEOPLE"/><title type='text'>The Guy&amp;#39;s Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;At last a guy has taken the time to write down this all Finally, the guys&#39; side of the story. We always hear &quot;the rules&quot; from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered &quot;1&quot; ON PURPOSE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Men ARE not mind reader&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That&#39;s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. If you won&#39;t dress like the Victoria&#39;s Secret girls, don&#39;t Expect us to act like soap opera guys..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. If something we said can be interpret in two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Whenever possible , Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say &quot;nothing,&quot; We will act like nothing&#39;s wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. If you ask a question you don&#39;t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don&#39;t want to hear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Don&#39;t ask us what we&#39;re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as football, cars, bikes or games&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don&#39;t mind that? It&#39;s like camping.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Courtesy- Deepak Lalwani&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: facebook.com/RajnikantVsCIDJokes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/4659802127444562641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/the-guy-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/4659802127444562641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/4659802127444562641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/02/the-guy-rules.html' title='The Guy&amp;#39;s Rules'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-9028724904076922296</id><published>2013-01-22T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-22T23:18:27.913-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friend quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends Forever"/><title type='text'>School life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;---&amp;gt; Big gang of friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Colorful uniforms&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Bakery chats&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; New chat in tuition center&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Silly fights&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; One side love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Friendly teachers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Group photos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Combined studies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Never ending P.T. periods&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Rocking annual days&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Group discussion&#39;s on anything &amp;amp; nothing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; So many hands in a single lunch box&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Remarkable marks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Justified mistakes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&amp;gt; Lovable tours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;♥ SCHOOL LIFE is just a HEAVEN ♥&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/9028724904076922296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/01/school-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/9028724904076922296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/9028724904076922296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/01/school-life.html' title='School life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-3674145679594283418</id><published>2013-01-22T04:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-22T04:00:23.941-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>The love story of Ron and Edna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;Just because someone doesn&#39;t love you the way you want them to, doesn&#39;t mean they don&#39;t love you with all they have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ron and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool.&lt;br&gt;Ron suddenly jumped into the deep end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edna promptly jumped in to save him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;She swam to the bottom and pulled him out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she went to tell Edna the news she said, &#39;Edna, I have good news and bad news.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The good news is you&#39;re being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bad news is, Ron hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am so sorry, but he&#39;s dead.&#39;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edna replied (you&#39;ll love this) .&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;..&lt;br&gt;&#39;He didn&#39;t hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?&#39; :P :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Girls don&#39;t mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source:&amp;nbsp; facebook.com/harshal1458&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/3674145679594283418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/01/the-love-story-of-ron-and-edna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/3674145679594283418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/3674145679594283418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/01/the-love-story-of-ron-and-edna.html' title='The love story of Ron and Edna.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-5027451684335593860</id><published>2013-01-22T03:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-22T03:53:10.625-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="man and women"/><title type='text'>Jokes ka Khazana :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;1) Apni Biwi ko apni 100% kamai dene se 10% Sukh milta hai.&lt;br&gt;Kisi doosri ko apni kamai ka 10% dene pe 100% sukh milta hai &lt;br&gt;... Paisa apka ... Faisla apka .. . Jaago Graahak Jaago !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2) A woman worries about her future till she gets a husband..&lt;br&gt;A man never worries about his future until he gets a wife !! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;3) A Man before marriage is - Superman.&lt;br&gt;After Marriage - Gentleman.&lt;br&gt;5 Years Later - Watchman.&lt;br&gt;10 Years later - Apne Hi Jaal Mein fasaa hua Spiderman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;4) Life me hamesha Haste raho,muskrate raho, gaate raho, gungunate&lt;br&gt;raho...&lt;br&gt;taki tumhe dekh kar hi log samaj jaye k tum... &quot; UNMARRIED&quot; ho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;5) Wife - agar main kho gayi to tum kya karoge?&lt;br&gt;Husband - main TV aur newspaper mein Ad dunga ki jaha kahin bhi ho.....KHUSH RAHO &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;6) Why love marriage is better dan Arranged????&lt;br&gt;B&#39;coz a &quot;KNOWN DEVIL&quot; is better dan an &quot;UNKNOWN GHOST&quot;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;7) Wife: main tumhari yaad mein 2O din mein hi aadhi ho gayi hoon, mujhe lene kab aa rahe ho?&lt;br&gt;HUSBAND: 2O din aur ruk jaao. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;8) A man gave an ad in Matrimonial column &quot;PATNI CHAHIYE&quot;&lt;br&gt;He got 1000 replies all saying:- &quot; Meri Le Ja...!&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;9) Husband to Hotel Manager: &quot;Jaldi chalo! meri biwi khidki se kud kar jaan dena chahti hai&quot; &lt;br&gt;Manager: &quot;What can I do?&lt;br&gt;Husband&quot;Kamine, khidki nahi khul rahi hai.&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;10) Telling a lie is a fault for a little boy,an art for a lover, an accomplishment for a bachelor and a Matter of Survival for a married man...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: facebook.com/harshal1458&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/5027451684335593860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/01/jokes-ka-khazana-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/5027451684335593860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/5027451684335593860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/01/jokes-ka-khazana-d.html' title='Jokes ka Khazana :D'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30437019.post-770062932100066265</id><published>2013-01-22T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-22T03:47:42.733-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excellent.. Worth reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friend quotes"/><title type='text'>10 best moments in life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt;1. To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep &quot;10 min&quot;..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Lucida Bright&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. To finish your last exam&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. To get a phone call saying class is cancelled.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. To see an old friend again and to feel that things have not changed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. To touch the fingers of newly born child.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Walking alone on a silent road at night and thinking of some good old days memories.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Riding the cycle/bike on a highway while it’s raining.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Sitting alone but you are still smiling cause you know someone is watching you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. -The calm You feel inside when you Are near to Almighty God&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. And the last one is &quot;right now&quot; while reading this message there was constant smile on your face....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source.facebook.com/harshal1458 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/feeds/770062932100066265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/01/10-best-moments-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/770062932100066265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30437019/posts/default/770062932100066265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omreddy.com/2013/01/10-best-moments-in-life.html' title='10 best moments in life :)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>