<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699064812879801908</id><updated>2024-08-31T10:50:47.227+05:30</updated><category term="Piano"/><category term="talent"/><title type='text'>Rakspaze</title><subtitle type='html'>Articles, Quotes, Illustrations...Some good stuff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699064812879801908.post-3084795821967947094</id><published>2009-11-19T17:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:21:11.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, &quot;I used everything you gave me&quot; - Erma Bombeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three words I can sum up everything I&#39;ve learned about life: it goes on. - Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you&#39;re alive, it isn&#39;t. - Richard Bach</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3084795821967947094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/3084795821967947094?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/3084795821967947094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/3084795821967947094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2009/11/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-1490735549124915315</id><published>2009-03-27T10:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:24:54.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Humour</title><content type='html'>From Jason Tate: My son, who just turned 4, was very proud of himself for learning a Bible verse in his class at our church&#39;s recent VBS. One afternoon, our conversation went as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Chris, can you say your verse for me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: &quot;Luke 19:10 - The Son of Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I told him how wonderful he was, and then I wanted to know if he knew what the verse meant, so -&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Who is the Son of Man?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: &quot;Jesus!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;And who did He come to save?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: &quot;The witch.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;--------</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1490735549124915315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/1490735549124915315?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/1490735549124915315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/1490735549124915315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2009/03/humour.html' title='Humour'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-8177862553708126004</id><published>2009-02-17T16:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:45:25.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration for Motivation - Mother Theresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;People are unreasonable, irrational and self-centred. Forgive them anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are successful you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good you do today will often be forgotten. Do good anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It never was between you and them anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8177862553708126004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/8177862553708126004?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/8177862553708126004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/8177862553708126004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspiration-for-motivation-mother.html' title='Inspiration for Motivation - Mother Theresa'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-8399042904345094299</id><published>2008-06-25T10:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:14:20.554+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Life is Different from College.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Reality Bites -- If You Let It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some ways the real world differs from college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots less vacation time &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can&#39;t sleep in &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work every day, including Fridays &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daily commute &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Success is not measured by grades &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No excuses for late work &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Independent living (and expenses) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No drop/add for employers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answer to at least one boss &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must work with people of all ages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8399042904345094299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/8399042904345094299?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/8399042904345094299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/8399042904345094299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-life-is-different-from-college.html' title='How Life is Different from College.'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-6293146617601150476</id><published>2008-06-25T09:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:29:48.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>13 dumb job-interview moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a nice article that I read today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Researchers spoke with executives at 1,000 big U.S. companies, plus 100 in Canada, and asked them to recall the most embarrassing or bizarre interview moments they had witnessed or heard of. A sampling of their answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The person was dancing during the interview. He kept saying things like, &#39;I love life!&#39; and &#39;Oh, yeah!&#39;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;One job applicant came in for his interview with a cockatoo on his shoulder.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The candidate sent his sister to interview in his place.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The candidate stopped the interview to ask me if I had a cigarette.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We had one person who walked out of an interview straight into a glass door. The glass shattered.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The candidate got his companies confused and repeatedly mentioned the strengths of a competing firm, thinking that was who he was interviewing with.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A guy called me by the wrong name during the entire interview.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We&#39;re a retail company, and when we asked the candidate why she wanted to work for us, she replied that she didn&#39;t want to work in retail anymore.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;An interviewee took his bubble gum out of his mouth and held it in his hand. Then he forgot about it and shook hands with me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A job seeker gestured with his hands so much that he then sat on them to stop it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A candidate fell asleep during the interview.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;An applicant was doing really well in the interview until we got to the question about why she had left her previous job. She told us everyone there was out to get her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A candidate insulted the interviewer&#39;s tie.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Handling problems gracefully may actually impress interviewers,&quot; notes Dave Willmer, OfficeTeam&#39;s executive director. &quot;But if the situation can&#39;t be overcome, move on and focus on the next opportunity. It&#39;s a learning experience that will someday make an entertaining story.&quot; If you can bear to recall it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6293146617601150476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/6293146617601150476?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/6293146617601150476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/6293146617601150476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/06/13-dumb-job-interview-moves.html' title='13 dumb job-interview moves'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-4639292657198274001</id><published>2008-06-02T12:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:44:40.586+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piano"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talent"/><title type='text'>Be Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;This is a video of a 5-year old girl who is extremely talented. She plays the piano really well. It seems she can listen to a tune once and immediately play it on the piano! The fact that she is visually challenged doesnt really come in her way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SFppCXNOyk&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SFppCXNOyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;What am I complaining about today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Truly, God&#39;s gifts put man&#39;s best dreams to shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4639292657198274001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/4639292657198274001?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/4639292657198274001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/4639292657198274001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-grateful.html' title='Be Grateful'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-203251998604760311</id><published>2008-05-14T10:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:44:22.171+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How smart is your right foot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a small exercise..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;How smart is Your Right Foot ? Just try this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. While sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number &#39;6&#39; in the air with your right Hand. Your foot will change direction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you so!!! And there&#39;s nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you&#39;ve not already done so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/203251998604760311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/203251998604760311?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/203251998604760311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/203251998604760311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-smart-is-your-right-foot.html' title='How smart is your right foot?'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-863553940914432964</id><published>2008-05-12T12:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:12:29.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;This is from an article that I read on CNN Money. I picked up a few lines that I thought were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Leonard Lauder, Chairman Estee Lauder Companies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;If you had something good to say, you should put it in writing. But if you had something bad to say, you should tell the person to his or her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Michael Bloomberg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;First, always ask for the order, and second, when the customer says yes, stop talking. I have watched more people make great presentations, whether they&#39;re trying to sell to their family or in business or in government, and never get to the point of what they&#39;re trying to get out of it. And too many times when the customer says yes, the person who got that answer just doesn&#39;t stop talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The worst advice that people can take is to react before they&#39;ve had a chance to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Peter G Peterson, Co-founder and Senior Chairman, Blackstone Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Focus on those things you do better than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Tina Fey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Always be the only person who can sign your checks.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Indra Nooyi, Chairman &amp;amp; CEO Pepsico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Whatever anybody says or does, assume positive intent. You will be amazed at how your whole approach to a person or problem becomes very different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Thomas Murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Doing the wrong thing is not worth the loss of one night&#39;s good sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t spend your time on things you can&#39;t control. Instead, spend your time thinking about what you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Bob Iger, President &amp;amp; CEO Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;To thine own self be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Joanna Shields, President Bebo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I go back to things my dad said: &quot;Your career is long and the business world is small. Always act with integrity. Never take the last dollar off the table.&quot; In my dealings to sell Bebo [to AOL], this advice was critical. You can always do a slightly better deal, but that incremental dollar or windfall is not worth creating an imbalance that affects the relationship. You have to have the intuition to know when to say, &quot;I&#39;m going to make sure that we walk away feeling like we&#39;ve both done well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Stewart Copeland, Drummer, The Police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Son, count your own money before the professionals who say they do it for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Believe in the statement “Yes I can” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Andrea Guerra, CEO Luxottica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A piece of good advice came from my first boss, when I was a young man starting out on my career. I was working at Marriott. He told me that in your first years of business life, you shouldn&#39;t go chasing after fancy titles, but try to find people who can teach you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/863553940914432964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/863553940914432964?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/863553940914432964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/863553940914432964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-advice.html' title='Best Advice'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-1205850767361424374</id><published>2008-05-12T12:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:25:03.794+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men may spurn our appeals, reject our message, oppose our arguments, despise our persons, but they are helpless against our prayers.-J. Sidlow Baxter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1205850767361424374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/1205850767361424374?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/1205850767361424374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/1205850767361424374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-5514945161660733612</id><published>2008-05-12T12:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:14:23.615+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, gottogether to visit their old university lecturer. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering hisguests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with alarge pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic,glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: &quot;If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups weretaken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is thesource of your problems and stress. What all of you really wantedwas coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the bettercups and are eyeing each other&#39;s cups.&quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position insociety are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life,but the quality of Life doesn&#39;t change. Sometimes, by concentratingonly on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it.&quot;So, don&#39;t let the cups drive you...enjoy your coffee... :-) sip, lick, ummm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5514945161660733612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/5514945161660733612?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/5514945161660733612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/5514945161660733612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/coffee-anyone.html' title='Coffee Anyone?'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-3273767959473317254</id><published>2008-03-31T18:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:48:39.845+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An all time favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had worn them really about the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I--I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that has made all the difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3273767959473317254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/3273767959473317254?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/3273767959473317254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/3273767959473317254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-time-favourite.html' title='An all time favourite'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-2539583683474496937</id><published>2008-03-31T18:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:49:25.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Justathought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn&#39;t, than live my life as if there isn&#39;t, and die to find out there is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2539583683474496937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/2539583683474496937?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/2539583683474496937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/2539583683474496937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2008/03/justathought.html' title='Justathought'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-3399614213168482135</id><published>2007-12-12T09:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:51:29.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sandcastles</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Sand Castles.....by Max Lucado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.A little boy is on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;On his knees he scoops and packs the sand with plastic shovels into a&lt;br /&gt;bright red bucket. Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts&lt;br /&gt;it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is&lt;br /&gt;created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A&lt;br /&gt;sandcastle will be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic. A man is in his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments.&lt;br /&gt;He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with&lt;br /&gt;his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to&lt;br /&gt;the delight of the man, a profit is made.&lt;br /&gt;All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the&lt;br /&gt;future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An&lt;br /&gt;empire will be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape&lt;br /&gt;granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They&lt;br /&gt;are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the&lt;br /&gt;end will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end&lt;br /&gt;while the man ignores it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one is prepared and one isn&#39;t. One is peaceful while the other&lt;br /&gt;panics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to&lt;br /&gt;clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would&lt;br /&gt;happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into&lt;br /&gt;his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. Hesmiles, picks up his tools, takes his Father&#39;s hand, and goes home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3399614213168482135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/3399614213168482135?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/3399614213168482135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/3399614213168482135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2007/12/sandcastles.html' title='Sandcastles'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-8997781116018565152</id><published>2007-12-06T11:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:52:34.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Woman&#39;s Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one daythe little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would notrecover....In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife&#39;s bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of moneytotaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents.&quot;When we were to be married,&quot; she said, &quot;my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if Iever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Only twoprecious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him twotimes in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst withhappiness......&quot;Honey,&quot; he said, &quot;that explains the dolls, but what about all of thismoney? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Where did it come from?&quot;&quot;Oh,&quot; she said, &quot;that&#39;s the money I made from selling all the dolls...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8997781116018565152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/8997781116018565152?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/8997781116018565152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/8997781116018565152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2007/12/womans-secret.html' title='A Woman&#39;s Secret'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-8491802716493829370</id><published>2007-11-28T13:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:53:04.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walk to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A young boy had just gotten his driver&#39;s permit and enquired of his father, if they could discuss his use of the car.&lt;br /&gt;His father said, &quot;I&#39;ll make a deal with you. You bring your grades up from a C to a B average, study your Bible a little, get your hair cut and we&#39;ll talk about the car.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boy thought about that for a moment, and settle for the offer, and they agreed on it. After about six weeks they went in to the study, where his father said, &quot;Son, I&#39;ve been real proud. You&#39;ve brought your grades up, and I&#39;ve observed that you have been studying your Bible, and participating a lot more in the Bible study groups.&lt;br /&gt;But, I&#39;m real disappointed, since you haven&#39;t gotten your hair cut.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;The young man paused a moment, and then said, &quot;You know, Dad, I&#39;ve been thinking about that, and I&#39;ve noticed in my studies of the Bible that Samson had long hair, John the Baptist had long hair, Moses had long hair and there&#39;s even a strong argument that Jesus had long hair also.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this his father replied, &quot;Did you also notice they all walked everywhere they went?&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8491802716493829370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/8491802716493829370?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/8491802716493829370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/8491802716493829370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2007/11/walk-to-work.html' title='Walk to Work'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-5289229199351731460</id><published>2007-11-16T09:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:53:23.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neither Victory nor Defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It is not the critic who counts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;who strives valiantly;who errs and comes short again and again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;who knows great enthusiasms, great devotions; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;who spends himself in a worthy cause; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;so that his place shall never be with those timid souls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;who know neither victory nor defeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;- Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5289229199351731460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699064812879801908.post-6191381218011076630</id><published>2007-11-13T12:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:53:54.619+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Be thankful that you don&#39;t already have everything you desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;If you did, what would there be to look forward to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Be thankful when you don&#39;t know everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;for it gives you the opportunity to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Be thankful for the difficult times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;During those times you grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Be thankful for your limitations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;because they give you opportunities for improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Be thankful for each new challenge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;because it will build your strength and character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Be thankful for your mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;They will teach you valuable lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Be thankful when you&#39;re tired and weary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;because it means you&#39;ve made a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6191381218011076630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/6191381218011076630?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/6191381218011076630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/6191381218011076630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-thankful.html' title='Be Thankful'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-5881177403190134973</id><published>2007-11-13T12:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:55:06.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quality Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.Daddy, may I ask you a question?&quot;&quot;Yeah, sure, what is it?&quot; replied the man.&quot;Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?&quot; &quot;That&#39;s none of your business. What makes you ask such a thing?&quot; the man said angrily.&quot;I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?&quot; pleaded the little boy. &quot;If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.&quot; &quot;Oh,&quot; the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, &quot;Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?&quot; The father was furious. &quot;If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Think about why you&#39;re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don&#39;t have time for such childish games.&quot;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy&#39;s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money. After an hour or so, the man had calmed down,and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn&#39;t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy&#39;s room and opened the door. &quot;Are you asleep son?&quot; he asked. &quot;No daddy, I&#39;m awake,&quot; replied the boy.&quot;I&#39;ve been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier,&quot; said the man. &quot;It&#39;s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here&#39;s that $10.00 you asked for.&quot; The little boy sat straight up, beaming. &quot;Oh, thank you daddy&quot; he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man. &quot;Why did you want more money if you already had some?&quot; the fathergrumbled. &quot;Because I didn&#39;t have enough, but now I do,&quot; the little boy replied. &quot;Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5881177403190134973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/5881177403190134973?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/5881177403190134973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/5881177403190134973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2007/11/quality-time.html' title='Quality Time'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-2973215667680350935</id><published>2007-11-13T12:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:55:37.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Explaining God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Explaining God Written by Danny Dutton, age 8, from Chula Vista, California, for his third grade homework assignment to &quot;Explain God&quot;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;One of God&#39;s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die so there will be enough people to take care of things here on earth. He doesn&#39;t make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way, He doesn&#39;t have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk, He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;God&#39;s second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times besides bedtime. God doesn&#39;t have time to listen to the radio or TV on account of this. Since He hears everything, not only prayers, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off. God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere, which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn&#39;t go wasting His time by going over your parent&#39;s head asking for something they said you couldn&#39;t have. Atheists are people who don&#39;t believe in God. I don&#39;t think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren&#39;t any who come to our church. Jesus is God&#39;s Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn&#39;t want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind like His Father and He told His Father that they didn&#39;t know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said OK. His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn&#39;t have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important, of course. You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to hear you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;You should always go to Church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there&#39;s anybody you want to make happy, it&#39;s God. Don&#39;t skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong! And, besides, the sun doesn&#39;t come out at the beach until noon anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;If you don&#39;t believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can&#39;t go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He&#39;s around you when you&#39;re scared in the dark or when you can&#39;t swim very good and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids. But you shouldn&#39;t just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases. And that&#39;s why I believe in God.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2973215667680350935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/2973215667680350935?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/2973215667680350935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/2973215667680350935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2007/11/explaining-god.html' title='Explaining God'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-6368263178070805089</id><published>2007-11-13T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:48:13.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One liners with good meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Give God what&#39;s right -- not what&#39;s left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man&#39;s way leads to a hopeless end -- God&#39;s way leads to an endless hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma--but never let him be the period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t put a question mark where God puts a period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to the church for a face-lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When praying, don&#39;t give God instructions - just report for duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t wait for six strong men to take you to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don&#39;t change God&#39;s message -- His message changes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is prayer-conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God ordains, He sustains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from truth decay? Brush up on your Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise daily -- walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give the devil a ride -- he will always want to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else ruins the truth like stretching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who angers you controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Satan an inch &amp;amp; he&#39;ll be a ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ye fishers of men -- you catch them &amp;amp;He&#39;ll clean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn&#39;t call the qualified, He qualifies the called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Read the Bible -- It will scare the hell out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6368263178070805089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/6368263178070805089?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/6368263178070805089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/6368263178070805089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-liners-with-good-meaning.html' title='One liners with good meaning'/><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-4699064812879801908.post-1084710647023241552</id><published>2007-11-13T11:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:57:55.219+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pebbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;“If I had 6 hours to cut down a tree, I would spend 4 hours sharpening my axe!”— Old Chinese Martial Arts Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men - true nobility is being superior to your former self.”— Anon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;“There&#39;s enough on this planet for everyone&#39;s needs but not for everyone&#39;s greed” — Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. - Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. - Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;In order to be walked on, you have to be lying down. - Brian Weir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;When anger rises, think of the consequences. - Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart. - Opening scene of &quot;Faust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him. - unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box. - unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The willow knows what the storm does not: that the power to endure harm outlives the power to inflict it. - Blood of the Martyr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t ask for a light load, but rather ask for a strong back. - unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1084710647023241552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4699064812879801908/1084710647023241552?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/1084710647023241552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699064812879801908/posts/default/1084710647023241552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakspaze.blogspot.com/2007/11/famous-quotes.html' title='Pebbles'/><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>