<?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-7965229601740844885</id><updated>2024-11-01T17:23:54.481+05:30</updated><category term="Interesting Emails"/><category term="Life and Philosophy"/><category term="Bollywood"/><category term="Funny"/><category term="News"/><category term="Friendship"/><category term="General"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Beauty"/><category term="SMS"/><category term="Wallpapers"/><title type='text'>Trupti Mishra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-1823273288339032688</id><published>2009-09-08T03:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T03:13:39.340+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>By The Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRn-wwXZ_z-F3ev6UIZx9SM85IF2BSPts4wk2PiVc8ynMYcuwMHziYRhurOIjZze1dqGAbV0ijcA517-UjuNJvFID6CGJGmZjGuyM-38keSNGpPHGoC4MZnlhh8QXKKHmnHLA2_ov6b2z/s1600-h/by-the-fence.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRn-wwXZ_z-F3ev6UIZx9SM85IF2BSPts4wk2PiVc8ynMYcuwMHziYRhurOIjZze1dqGAbV0ijcA517-UjuNJvFID6CGJGmZjGuyM-38keSNGpPHGoC4MZnlhh8QXKKHmnHLA2_ov6b2z/s200/by-the-fence.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside near my house in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased him and beat him up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. &lt;br /&gt;
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We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together. I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet - he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over that guy. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kind of thing that I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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All through high school and even through graduation we&#39;re always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently.&lt;br /&gt;
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On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom, I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home, I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went home hurting because I didn&#39;t tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;
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All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York; I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn&#39;t tell him how I felt. But I couldn&#39;t let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn&#39;t tell him what I had inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a financial analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. Then one day I got a letter with an invitation to a wedding. It was from him; I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I knew that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. It was a big church wedding with the reception at a hotel. I met the bride and of course I talked to him too. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn&#39;t spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me. I left New York feeling that I did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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But before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn&#39;t written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: &quot;Meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things&quot;. I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn&#39;t breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn&#39;t written for a long time. He cried until he couldn&#39;t cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, we went back to my house and talked and laughed about what I had been doing and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn&#39;t tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to head back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn&#39;t wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day he didn&#39;t show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that my friend had died in a car accident going to the airport, and that it took this long to get everything settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn&#39;t come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. I asked questions: &quot;Why did this happen to a kind guy like him?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn&#39;t get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a dairy of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn&#39;t know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. On the plane, I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written. The diary started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, &quot;today I will tell her I love her&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart...&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1823273288339032688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-fence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/1823273288339032688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/1823273288339032688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-fence.html' title='By The Fence'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRn-wwXZ_z-F3ev6UIZx9SM85IF2BSPts4wk2PiVc8ynMYcuwMHziYRhurOIjZze1dqGAbV0ijcA517-UjuNJvFID6CGJGmZjGuyM-38keSNGpPHGoC4MZnlhh8QXKKHmnHLA2_ov6b2z/s72-c/by-the-fence.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-8324778249506565659</id><published>2009-09-06T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:56:59.320+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>Obstacles in our path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctFKT3pnAQNrgtAfP8hFENvo06DInwlEQBrVZVJ1-7_3P83SSx7isfKU-8lFIRkJxfOph-6lD71TbqPkfBl-e-fV3XkYFIpNxb2-Bct7BK_SWvasU-Hjlr_PApFDK1_XFn1w8aQmeocYB/s1600-h/boulder.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctFKT3pnAQNrgtAfP8hFENvo06DInwlEQBrVZVJ1-7_3P83SSx7isfKU-8lFIRkJxfOph-6lD71TbqPkfBl-e-fV3XkYFIpNxb2-Bct7BK_SWvasU-Hjlr_PApFDK1_XFn1w8aQmeocYB/s200/boulder.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a time, long long ago, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of the king&#39;s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.&lt;br /&gt;
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The peasant learned what many others never understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one&#39;s condition. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8324778249506565659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/obstacles-in-our-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/8324778249506565659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/8324778249506565659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/obstacles-in-our-path.html' title='Obstacles in our path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctFKT3pnAQNrgtAfP8hFENvo06DInwlEQBrVZVJ1-7_3P83SSx7isfKU-8lFIRkJxfOph-6lD71TbqPkfBl-e-fV3XkYFIpNxb2-Bct7BK_SWvasU-Hjlr_PApFDK1_XFn1w8aQmeocYB/s72-c/boulder.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-4147552585638595757</id><published>2009-09-04T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:33:46.803+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>What is your value?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBvhJukFYRTBA90k67kVaTG_44KVyoWfKPoT0d37g6SYJvlOpOImu_TqZ940zFDESLyztVwTC6hJKLau2d49tMD0dlNaELCzjD02XcKXi19yO9IUnMTEOocINV7lWBAG9km977I5XxNUX/s1600-h/20Dollars.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBvhJukFYRTBA90k67kVaTG_44KVyoWfKPoT0d37g6SYJvlOpOImu_TqZ940zFDESLyztVwTC6hJKLau2d49tMD0dlNaELCzjD02XcKXi19yO9IUnMTEOocINV7lWBAG9km977I5XxNUX/s200/20Dollars.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, &quot;Who would like this $20 bill?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hands started going up.&lt;br /&gt;
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He said, &quot;I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.&quot; He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up.&lt;br /&gt;
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He then asked, &quot;Who still wants it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Still the hands were up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Well,&quot; he replied, &quot;What if I do this?&quot; And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;
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He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. &quot;Now who still wants it?&quot; Still the hands went into the air.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. &lt;br /&gt;
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Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.&lt;br /&gt;
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We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are special - Don&#39;t ever forget it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4147552585638595757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-your-value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/4147552585638595757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/4147552585638595757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-your-value.html' title='What is your value?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBvhJukFYRTBA90k67kVaTG_44KVyoWfKPoT0d37g6SYJvlOpOImu_TqZ940zFDESLyztVwTC6hJKLau2d49tMD0dlNaELCzjD02XcKXi19yO9IUnMTEOocINV7lWBAG9km977I5XxNUX/s72-c/20Dollars.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-8273247767014209162</id><published>2009-09-01T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:48:34.491+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>This too shall pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1pbsXnCZcsuCBADUsXEqJrBfkfF4i0K9p19G5-XDxbJBRRQrPjdgleoTbUZNC-HUukhsy31AcrdHDKwtX__2PbzZIixaMMs8AxZtq0PZrX9ePhsxzPbXKlURG9sOGEGffKLso0UggASj/s1600-h/ThisTooShallPass.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1pbsXnCZcsuCBADUsXEqJrBfkfF4i0K9p19G5-XDxbJBRRQrPjdgleoTbUZNC-HUukhsy31AcrdHDKwtX__2PbzZIixaMMs8AxZtq0PZrX9ePhsxzPbXKlURG9sOGEGffKLso0UggASj/s200/ThisTooShallPass.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, &quot;Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty,&quot; replied Benaiah, &quot;I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;It has magic powers,&quot; answered the king. &quot;If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy.&quot; Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of he poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day&#39;s wares on a shabby carpet. &quot;Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?&quot; asked Benaiah.&lt;br /&gt;
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He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. &quot;Well, my friend,&quot; said Solomon, &quot;have you found what I sent you after?&quot; All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
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To everyone&#39;s surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, &quot;Here it is, your majesty!&quot; As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: &quot;gimel, zayin, yud&quot;, which began the words &quot;Gam zeh ya&#39;avor&quot; -- &quot;This too shall pass.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8273247767014209162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-too-shall-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/8273247767014209162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/8273247767014209162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1pbsXnCZcsuCBADUsXEqJrBfkfF4i0K9p19G5-XDxbJBRRQrPjdgleoTbUZNC-HUukhsy31AcrdHDKwtX__2PbzZIixaMMs8AxZtq0PZrX9ePhsxzPbXKlURG9sOGEGffKLso0UggASj/s72-c/ThisTooShallPass.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-7162901847851203930</id><published>2009-09-01T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:01:19.638+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>In God we Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TnQP7JGaNQ15OOQ6Gl40YQpHcBt6DFmMcB-NDiAHr27YCQipH5jjvOesT9FjsD5kIGFjXbLYP9JIMTMVFxkdohtCUXzXMWqZq1ph5nmTX8FgduPd8ykLLhU2BxqkfG4m_BTDlUwl-isD/s1600-h/Penny.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TnQP7JGaNQ15OOQ6Gl40YQpHcBt6DFmMcB-NDiAHr27YCQipH5jjvOesT9FjsD5kIGFjXbLYP9JIMTMVFxkdohtCUXzXMWqZq1ph5nmTX8FgduPd8ykLLhU2BxqkfG4m_BTDlUwl-isD/s200/Penny.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband&#39;s employer&#39;s home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house. &lt;br /&gt;
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The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband&#39;s employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;
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He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment. Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny. He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up? Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, she could stand it no longer. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.&lt;br /&gt;
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A smile crept across the man&#39;s face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Look at it.&quot; He said. &quot;Read what it says.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She read the words &quot;United States of America.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No, not that; read further.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;One cent?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No, keep reading.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;In God we Trust?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;And?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God&#39;s way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, &quot;In God We Trust,&quot; and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!&lt;br /&gt;
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And, God is patient...&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a blessed day!!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7162901847851203930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-god-we-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/7162901847851203930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/7162901847851203930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-god-we-trust.html' title='In God we Trust'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TnQP7JGaNQ15OOQ6Gl40YQpHcBt6DFmMcB-NDiAHr27YCQipH5jjvOesT9FjsD5kIGFjXbLYP9JIMTMVFxkdohtCUXzXMWqZq1ph5nmTX8FgduPd8ykLLhU2BxqkfG4m_BTDlUwl-isD/s72-c/Penny.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-1218699006750238411</id><published>2009-08-29T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:17:51.212+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>Value of Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUCkTAz-Ud1YEjWHb2f8ffBrsNQyB3ZL7CT0j_0ZNG1R4FP6XTYjwJ-Kc_0xLyNOIwnzUhUtSjIud1iltGtDPZwo6ZJv9PPJMonbbSk41NkE_6cqEVe8GUVfsaddccJRxoMPHIkyBxq9-/s1600-h/toyota-mr2-hybrid-back.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUCkTAz-Ud1YEjWHb2f8ffBrsNQyB3ZL7CT0j_0ZNG1R4FP6XTYjwJ-Kc_0xLyNOIwnzUhUtSjIud1iltGtDPZwo6ZJv9PPJMonbbSk41NkE_6cqEVe8GUVfsaddccJRxoMPHIkyBxq9-/s200/toyota-mr2-hybrid-back.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer&#39;s showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited&amp;nbsp; signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private&amp;nbsp; study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.&lt;br /&gt;
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Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man&amp;nbsp; opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, &quot;With all your money you give me a Bible?&quot; and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business.&lt;br /&gt;
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He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He&amp;nbsp; had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. When he arrived at his father&#39;s house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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He began to search his father&#39;s important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer&#39;s name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;How many times do we miss God&#39;s blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1218699006750238411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/value-of-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/1218699006750238411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/1218699006750238411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/value-of-gift.html' title='Value of Gift'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUCkTAz-Ud1YEjWHb2f8ffBrsNQyB3ZL7CT0j_0ZNG1R4FP6XTYjwJ-Kc_0xLyNOIwnzUhUtSjIud1iltGtDPZwo6ZJv9PPJMonbbSk41NkE_6cqEVe8GUVfsaddccJRxoMPHIkyBxq9-/s72-c/toyota-mr2-hybrid-back.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-4790139809733801618</id><published>2009-08-29T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:31:48.521+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>Generosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfW3GleY08AFJ7SZwUp9I5SXhmeM73oG9h7bkrGWBrsp71HLjSveU3aNgd4rLMLP2f8ZcGP2YaEhpnAMwkun79E43dsBXKZacq3wUsIqy_lQutsz-n5OkisqsLdEagc4Q-lm_BZCxxzBn7/s1600-h/gandhimeeting.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfW3GleY08AFJ7SZwUp9I5SXhmeM73oG9h7bkrGWBrsp71HLjSveU3aNgd4rLMLP2f8ZcGP2YaEhpnAMwkun79E43dsBXKZacq3wUsIqy_lQutsz-n5OkisqsLdEagc4Q-lm_BZCxxzBn7/s200/gandhimeeting.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mahatma Gandhi went from city to city, village to village collecting funds for the Charkha Sangh. During one of his tours he addressed a meeting in Orissa. &lt;br /&gt;
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After his speech a poor old woman got up. She was bent with age, her hair was grey and her clothes were in tatters. The volunteers tried to stop her, but she fought her way to the place where Gandhiji was sitting. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I must see him,&quot; she insisted and going up to Gandhiji touched his feet. Then from the folds of her sari she brought out a copper coin and placed it at his feet. Gandhiji picked up the copper coin and put it away carefully. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Charkha Sangh funds were under the charge of Jamnalal Bajaj. He asked Gandhiji for the coin but Gandhiji refused. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I keep cheques worth thousands of rupees for the Charkha Sangh,&quot; Jamnalal Bajaj said laughingly &quot;yet you won&#39;t trust me with a copper coin.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;This copper coin is worth much more than those thousands,&quot; Gandhiji said. &quot;If a man has several lakhs and he gives away a thousand or two, it doesn&#39;t mean much. But this coin was perhaps all that the poor woman possessed. She gave me all she had. That was very generous of her. What a great sacrifice she made. That is why I value this copper coin more than a crore of rupees.&quot;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4790139809733801618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/generosity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/4790139809733801618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/4790139809733801618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/generosity.html' title='Generosity'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfW3GleY08AFJ7SZwUp9I5SXhmeM73oG9h7bkrGWBrsp71HLjSveU3aNgd4rLMLP2f8ZcGP2YaEhpnAMwkun79E43dsBXKZacq3wUsIqy_lQutsz-n5OkisqsLdEagc4Q-lm_BZCxxzBn7/s72-c/gandhimeeting.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-8224624650075115860</id><published>2009-08-28T22:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:25:10.500+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>The Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBrhs4lHJIhZNpPuHOxgNaUkF7ij3zgmhhX-wGqq0EueGLoCeMzX9_FP9NoSZIUrmunZV9pA7XuHOSI62nY1WDh_QW7QFa0YXs8SE4J3E5gm52VHtmfLuvpU0fch1HSMODU_7oPukgD4b/s1600-h/ViewWindow.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBrhs4lHJIhZNpPuHOxgNaUkF7ij3zgmhhX-wGqq0EueGLoCeMzX9_FP9NoSZIUrmunZV9pA7XuHOSI62nY1WDh_QW7QFa0YXs8SE4J3E5gm52VHtmfLuvpU0fch1HSMODU_7oPukgD4b/s320/ViewWindow.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room&#39;s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind&#39;s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should hehave all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn&#39;t seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - and that thought now controlled his life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice...it is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. It is not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning, nor does it come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances are just a small part of what makes us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never find lasting joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. Our minds are like programs, awaiting the code that will determine behaviors; like bank vaults awaiting our deposits. If we regularly deposit positive, encouraging, and uplifting thoughts, if we continue to bite our lips just before we begin to grumble and complain, if we shoot down that seemingly harmless negative thought as it germinates, we will find that there is much to rejoice about.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8224624650075115860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/8224624650075115860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/8224624650075115860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/window.html' title='The Window'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBrhs4lHJIhZNpPuHOxgNaUkF7ij3zgmhhX-wGqq0EueGLoCeMzX9_FP9NoSZIUrmunZV9pA7XuHOSI62nY1WDh_QW7QFa0YXs8SE4J3E5gm52VHtmfLuvpU0fch1HSMODU_7oPukgD4b/s72-c/ViewWindow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-470127485988439991</id><published>2009-08-24T17:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:28:59.687+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bollywood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wallpapers"/><title type='text'>Wallpapers - What&#39;s Your Rashee?</title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I talked/posted about Priyanka Chopra&#39;s new and upcoming movie, What&#39;s Your Rashee? with actor Hurman Baweja and directed by Ashutosh Gowarikar. Well, in the movie Priyanka Chopra plays twelve different roles, one for each Rashee (Sun Sign). Apparently no other actress has performed so many roles in one movie and she has made a world record. Also, this movie would be more than 3 hours long and would have 13 songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck, Priyanka Chopra! &lt;br /&gt;May God be with you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here are the wallpapers for the movie. Hope you like them. 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border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373495119057287650&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/470127485988439991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/wallpapers-whars-your-rashee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/470127485988439991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/470127485988439991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/wallpapers-whars-your-rashee.html' title='Wallpapers - What&#39;s Your Rashee?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPA6yemoU_EmPCCstQsWWNmPJZv9jFDkpoGkvy4zXvlSN0SgZ7vL6h2dw8wvvXdXqMhxWXMQn19ifzkoYn4d_eNjxYebBsseI1-XsbdoS7GamK71nMQLlJLAbBkFXI5tGcrJSEgkb_NT5/s72-c/wp1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-417160355692471281</id><published>2009-08-24T17:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:05:05.487+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>Flower In The Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-9vejSvTg1R_dpydUiZeZ77Xc1nIjIuQYysm7fd_EEvjE1qwLzRCEv-sqvEJ3-_taqqjNFgfCAE6Mo_6eg0w9EajG8SpJsnzo522tTRvxLB6IWqIWQv2OZGFLfYJKfKj8mBSuaRlG4Sm/s1600-h/flower6.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-9vejSvTg1R_dpydUiZeZ77Xc1nIjIuQYysm7fd_EEvjE1qwLzRCEv-sqvEJ3-_taqqjNFgfCAE6Mo_6eg0w9EajG8SpJsnzo522tTRvxLB6IWqIWQv2OZGFLfYJKfKj8mBSuaRlG4Sm/s320/flower6.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373492318949264114&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Flower In The Desert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;by Loki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened many many summers ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a young flower in the desert where all was dry and sad looking...It was growing by itself...enjoying every day...and saying to the sun &quot;When shall I be grown up&quot;? And the sun would say &quot;Be patient&quot;---Each time I touch you,you grow a little&quot;...And she was so pleased.Because she would have a chance to bring beauty to this corner of sand...And this is all she wanted to do---bring a little bit of beauty to this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the hunter came by---and stepped on her.---She was going to die---and she felt so sad.Not because she was dying ---but because she would not have a chance to bring a little bit of beauty to this corner of the desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great spirit saw her, and was listening.---Indeed,he said ...She should be living...And he reached down and touched her---and gave her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she grew up to be a beautiful flower...and this corner of the desert became so beautiful because of her.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/417160355692471281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/flower-in-desert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/417160355692471281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/417160355692471281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/flower-in-desert.html' title='Flower In The Desert'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-9vejSvTg1R_dpydUiZeZ77Xc1nIjIuQYysm7fd_EEvjE1qwLzRCEv-sqvEJ3-_taqqjNFgfCAE6Mo_6eg0w9EajG8SpJsnzo522tTRvxLB6IWqIWQv2OZGFLfYJKfKj8mBSuaRlG4Sm/s72-c/flower6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-3439818042997258284</id><published>2009-08-24T16:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:50:38.440+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>The Elephant And The Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgxQxVc6HO6Cmg5Ak3xbXblJJXloSpxYrXuUwuwOd4jkkDT7mEH1-3TKvS6DlJ2DA56q69ghbwmp2AHTK9E6c6ret2NX5Wfnun4tBvjEOyOaltnhJ4DK__Ri10czdYW8Dg1yXVgopjtwE/s1600-h/efs.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgxQxVc6HO6Cmg5Ak3xbXblJJXloSpxYrXuUwuwOd4jkkDT7mEH1-3TKvS6DlJ2DA56q69ghbwmp2AHTK9E6c6ret2NX5Wfnun4tBvjEOyOaltnhJ4DK__Ri10czdYW8Dg1yXVgopjtwE/s320/efs.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373488492098375730&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A disciple and his teacher were walking through the forest. The disciple was disturbed by the fact that his mind was in constant unrest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked his teacher, &quot;Why most people&#39;s minds are restless, and only a few possess a calm mind? What can one do to still the mind?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher looked at the disciple, smiled and said, &quot;I will tell you a story. An elephant was standing and picking leaves from a tree. A small fly came, flying and buzzing near his ear. The elephant waved it away with his long ears. Then the fly came again, and the elephant waved it away once more.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was repeated several times. Then the elephant asked the fly, &quot;Why are you so restless and noisy? Why can&#39;t you stay for a while in one place?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fly answered: &quot;I am attracted to whatever I see, hear or smell. My five senses pull me constantly in all directions and I cannot resist them. What is your secret? How can you stay so calm and still?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant stopped eating and said, &quot;My five senses do not rule my attention. Whatever I do, I get immersed in it. Now that I am eating, I am completely immersed in eating. In this way I can enjoy my food and chew it better. I rule and control my attention, and not the other way around.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing these words, the disciple&#39;s eyes opened wide and a smile appeared on his face. He looked at his teacher and said, &quot;I understand! If my five senses are in control of my mind and attention, then my mind is in constant unrest. If I am in charge of my five senses and attention, then my mind becomes calm.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, that&#39;s right&quot;, answered the teacher, &quot;The mind is restless and goes wherever the attention is. Control your attention, and you control your mind.&quot;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3439818042997258284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/elephant-and-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/3439818042997258284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/3439818042997258284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/elephant-and-fly.html' title='The Elephant And The Fly'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgxQxVc6HO6Cmg5Ak3xbXblJJXloSpxYrXuUwuwOd4jkkDT7mEH1-3TKvS6DlJ2DA56q69ghbwmp2AHTK9E6c6ret2NX5Wfnun4tBvjEOyOaltnhJ4DK__Ri10czdYW8Dg1yXVgopjtwE/s72-c/efs.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-3738080886342725789</id><published>2009-08-24T15:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:15:44.859+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><title type='text'>Want to talk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJlZ22tksAr0S6hR5wi4KsVSRAC7fhZEXVOusKqvAWEh_fO1xjGGRSf1iQmF7CxtviLxqq0tY2EtKUTFflJVidDgy-q4TeerPOPttL-Nsm4I4-tYegflYxbcw9bQ8d1vf3yPcz6hQ5f6i/s1600-h/nuclear-power-generation.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJlZ22tksAr0S6hR5wi4KsVSRAC7fhZEXVOusKqvAWEh_fO1xjGGRSf1iQmF7CxtviLxqq0tY2EtKUTFflJVidDgy-q4TeerPOPttL-Nsm4I4-tYegflYxbcw9bQ8d1vf3yPcz6hQ5f6i/s320/nuclear-power-generation.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373464137757167266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, &quot;Let’s talk.. I’ve heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, &quot;What would you like to talk about?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, I don’t know,&quot; said the stranger. &quot;How about nuclear power?&quot; and he smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;OK,&quot; she said. &quot;That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass - . Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger, visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks about it and says, &quot;Hmmm, I have no idea.....&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the little girl replies, &quot;Do you really feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don’t know shit?&quot;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3738080886342725789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/want-to-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/3738080886342725789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/3738080886342725789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/want-to-talk.html' title='Want to talk?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJlZ22tksAr0S6hR5wi4KsVSRAC7fhZEXVOusKqvAWEh_fO1xjGGRSf1iQmF7CxtviLxqq0tY2EtKUTFflJVidDgy-q4TeerPOPttL-Nsm4I4-tYegflYxbcw9bQ8d1vf3yPcz6hQ5f6i/s72-c/nuclear-power-generation.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-3199301967562424421</id><published>2009-08-24T14:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:52:14.531+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><title type='text'>Childbirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBsZC1uADTEK9S-1G9luP7Y-45WfWYkdPz5kSxCbtKWLbCy5XekfHJN6wyMpz_QHhgeT9DDtv-ZC5lXQbNmLx0w7bpS6GXbzLuPCwMJ29MlPzMOu0SmOkH8vdatrW_sbdOtsEDB7B7I2k/s1600-h/qqq.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBsZC1uADTEK9S-1G9luP7Y-45WfWYkdPz5kSxCbtKWLbCy5XekfHJN6wyMpz_QHhgeT9DDtv-ZC5lXQbNmLx0w7bpS6GXbzLuPCwMJ29MlPzMOu0SmOkH8vdatrW_sbdOtsEDB7B7I2k/s320/qqq.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373457737184053458&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The baby was coming way too fast so the paramedics were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, when they arrived, there was a power outage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paramedics asked the four year old sister to hold the flashlight for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the difficulties, all went well and the mother delivered a baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paramedic smacked him on the behind and he began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over at the wide eyed little girl, the paramedic asked her what she thought about what she had just witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That naughty boy should have never crawled in there. Spank him again!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3199301967562424421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/childbirth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/3199301967562424421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/3199301967562424421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/childbirth.html' title='Childbirth'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBsZC1uADTEK9S-1G9luP7Y-45WfWYkdPz5kSxCbtKWLbCy5XekfHJN6wyMpz_QHhgeT9DDtv-ZC5lXQbNmLx0w7bpS6GXbzLuPCwMJ29MlPzMOu0SmOkH8vdatrW_sbdOtsEDB7B7I2k/s72-c/qqq.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-8730991858579690317</id><published>2009-08-24T14:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:22:21.159+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><title type='text'>Capitalism and Cows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhVuDo9r6TtAg2m1JEfpkw7i2pWfdM3PDgd7Cer2C73AuPzuOVJ77YZGjt8qugweuVbNxnFf0C6uMdKUmeiCdBoStR1bNOsNkUbWWNtEIMx7pyM9VaZGq05TNaj-WMCq3QTjBWlwgOOno/s1600-h/capitalism10.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhVuDo9r6TtAg2m1JEfpkw7i2pWfdM3PDgd7Cer2C73AuPzuOVJ77YZGjt8qugweuVbNxnFf0C6uMdKUmeiCdBoStR1bNOsNkUbWWNtEIMx7pyM9VaZGq05TNaj-WMCq3QTjBWlwgOOno/s320/capitalism10.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373449996045031266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Capitalism and Cows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM -- You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION -- You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH CORPORATION -- You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION -- You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon(tm) and market them world-wide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION -- You have two cows. You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BRITISH CORPORATION -- You have two cows. Both are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION -- You have two cows, but you don&#39;t know where they are. You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RUSSIAN CORPORATION -- You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION -- You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HINDU CORPORATION -- You have two cows. You worship them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHINESE CORPORATION -- You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ARKANSAS CORPORATION -- You have two cows. That one on the left is kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENRON CORPORATION -- You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public buys your bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTHUR ANDERSON, LLC -- You have 2 cows. You shred all documents that Enron has any cows, take 2 cows from Enron for payment for consulting the cows, and attest that Enron has 9 cows.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8730991858579690317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/capitalism-and-cows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/8730991858579690317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/8730991858579690317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/capitalism-and-cows.html' title='Capitalism and Cows'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhVuDo9r6TtAg2m1JEfpkw7i2pWfdM3PDgd7Cer2C73AuPzuOVJ77YZGjt8qugweuVbNxnFf0C6uMdKUmeiCdBoStR1bNOsNkUbWWNtEIMx7pyM9VaZGq05TNaj-WMCq3QTjBWlwgOOno/s72-c/capitalism10.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-6997113221927216135</id><published>2009-08-22T11:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:13:27.982+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Philosophy"/><title type='text'>Seven Blunders of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTvMHSf8Zh9QC303fSNN08OCUuYYGJ5qTL5qF1nPHmjPXWi7UKoAhhcW0MAEXv62_fXOzGiXNkpgMrUNj0HVPQNAiHMLcGt2HVX5y-yJLrrnmazVuigjSwLttvxg7LfbOmXEzpkauB0Ab/s1600-h/mahatma_gandhi.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTvMHSf8Zh9QC303fSNN08OCUuYYGJ5qTL5qF1nPHmjPXWi7UKoAhhcW0MAEXv62_fXOzGiXNkpgMrUNj0HVPQNAiHMLcGt2HVX5y-yJLrrnmazVuigjSwLttvxg7LfbOmXEzpkauB0Ab/s320/mahatma_gandhi.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372659206747571250&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, commonly known to the world as Mahatma Gandhi, was a prominent leader during the Indian freedom struggle. Apart from being a renowned leader, he was also a great humanitarian and had lot of belief in humanity. He was the pioneer of satyagraha—resistance to tyranny through mass civil disobedience, firmly founded upon ahimsa or total non-violence—which led India to independence and has inspired movements for civil rights and freedom across the world. He is officially honoured in India as the Father of the Nation; his birthday, 2 October, is commemorated there as Gandhi Jayanti, a national holiday, and worldwide as the International Day of Non-Violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His views are still considered, and will be considered for a long time to come, as the best possible way a human should live his life. Here is just one of them. Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Seven Blunders of the World&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wealth without work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pleasure without conscience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowledge without character&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commerce without morality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science without humanity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worship without sacrifice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Politics without principle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Mahatma Gandhi&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6997113221927216135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven-blunders-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/6997113221927216135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/6997113221927216135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven-blunders-of-world.html' title='Seven Blunders of the World'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTvMHSf8Zh9QC303fSNN08OCUuYYGJ5qTL5qF1nPHmjPXWi7UKoAhhcW0MAEXv62_fXOzGiXNkpgMrUNj0HVPQNAiHMLcGt2HVX5y-yJLrrnmazVuigjSwLttvxg7LfbOmXEzpkauB0Ab/s72-c/mahatma_gandhi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-1141753442633021348</id><published>2009-08-22T04:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T05:04:16.310+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SMS"/><title type='text'>Ganesh Chaturthi SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOAlz0MsuqKV8Rd3N4uRABo5cmzVnMy4AZr_rcUVaq6EdGuVqA8BXw1vSr3Gg5IHbYKhS-oWJchDEv3ezaqHNbcWPQ0eHhYzEiTmg6Woux5MYsY0oU2DLbTF6mV_w1ZglTDIMZF6jgRsyg/s1600-h/Ganesha.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOAlz0MsuqKV8Rd3N4uRABo5cmzVnMy4AZr_rcUVaq6EdGuVqA8BXw1vSr3Gg5IHbYKhS-oWJchDEv3ezaqHNbcWPQ0eHhYzEiTmg6Woux5MYsY0oU2DLbTF6mV_w1ZglTDIMZF6jgRsyg/s320/Ganesha.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372564324293111026&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ganesh Chaturthi is here. Ganesha Chaturthi or Ganesha Festival is a day on which Lord Ganesha, the son of Shiva and Parvati, is believed to bestow his presence on earth for all his devotees. It is also known as Vinayaka Chaturthi or Vinayaka Chavithi in Sanskrit, Kannada, Tamil and Telugu, Chavath in Konkani and Chathaa in Nepali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is celebrated as it is the birthday of Lord Ganesha. The festival is observed in the Hindu calendar month of Bhaadrapada, starting on the shukla chaturthi (fourth day of the waxing moon period). Typically, the day usually falls between 20 August and 15 September. The festival lasts for 10 days, ending on Anant Chaturdashi . This festival is observed in the lunar month of bhadrapada shukla paksha chathurthi madhyahana vyapini purvaviddha. If Chaturthi prevails on both days, the first day should be observed. Even if chaturthi prevails for complete duration of madhyahana on the second day, but if it prevails on previous day&#39;s madhyahana period even for one ghatika (24 minutes) the previous day should be observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the blessings of Sri Ganesha be upon you all!&lt;br /&gt;May He remove all the obstacles that stand in your spiritual path!&lt;br /&gt;May He bestow on you all material prosperity as well as liberation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you happiness&lt;br /&gt;as big as Ganeshhi’s appetite&lt;br /&gt;life as long as his trunk&lt;br /&gt;trouble as small as his mouse and&lt;br /&gt;moments as sweet as his laddus&lt;br /&gt;Sending you warm wishes on Ganesh Chaturthi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping this Ganesh Chatrurthi&lt;br /&gt;will be the start of year that&lt;br /&gt;brings the happiness for you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ganesh Chaturthi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@(. = .)@&lt;br /&gt;() ‘ ,jj ()&lt;br /&gt;( )( /. )( )&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Ganesh ji ki Murti hai ..&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Forward nahi karna hai..&lt;br /&gt;Pooja karke MOBILE visarjan kar dena..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ganesh Jai Ganesh, Jai Ganesh deva&lt;br /&gt;Mata jaki Parvati, Pita Mahadeva.&lt;br /&gt;Ek dant dayavant, char bhuja dhari&lt;br /&gt;Mathe sindur sohai, muse ki savari, Jai&lt;br /&gt;Ganesh…&lt;br /&gt;Andhan ko ankh det, kodhin ko kaya&lt;br /&gt;Banjhan ko putra det, nirdhan ko maya, Jai&lt;br /&gt;Ganesh….&lt;br /&gt;Pan chadhe, phul chadhe, aur chadhe meva&lt;br /&gt;Ladduan ka bhog lage, saht kare seva, ,Jai&lt;br /&gt;Ganesh….&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ganesh, Jai Ganesh, Jai Ganesh deva,&lt;br /&gt;Mata jaki Parvata, Pita Mahadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gajanana Shri Ganaraya aadi vandu tujha Moraya.&lt;br /&gt;Ganpati Bappa Morya!&lt;br /&gt;Mangal Murti Morya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAY GANESH..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangal murti morya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay ganesh deva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati bappa morya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish u HAPPY GANESH PUJA and&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God for ur prosperous life.&lt;br /&gt;May you find all the delights of life,&lt;br /&gt;may ur all dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;My best wishes will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;and I wish that KRISHNA always shower your blessings on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANESH ki jyoti se noor miltahai&lt;br /&gt;sbke dilon ko surur milta hai,&lt;br /&gt;jobhi jaata hai GANESHA ke dwaar,&lt;br /&gt;kuch na kuch zarror milta hai&lt;br /&gt;&quot;JAI SHREE GANESHA&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANESHPUJA ke subh apsar per&lt;br /&gt;Mere sab doston ko subh kamnaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish tyohar per apko hazaro khusi hasil ho&lt;br /&gt;Asatya per hamesha satya ki jeet ho&lt;br /&gt;Chahe aap kahin bhi rahe&lt;br /&gt;Hamesha apno ka sath ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is a special time when family&lt;br /&gt;And friends get together,for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing laughter and fun to cheer your days,&lt;br /&gt;In this festive season of GANESHA PUJA and always!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Happy GANESH PUJA&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This SMS will EXPLODE in 5 seconds….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((BOOM)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“*”*”*”*”*”*”&lt;br /&gt;*”*”HAPPY”*”*&lt;br /&gt;“*”GANESHA PUJA”*”&lt;br /&gt;….*”*”*….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“aaj se aap ke yaha…dhan… ki barsat ho,&lt;br /&gt;maa laxmi ka… vas… ho, sankatto ka…. nash… ho&lt;br /&gt;har dil pE aapka… raj… ho, unnati ka sIr pE… taj… ho&lt;br /&gt;ghar Aapke shanti ka…. vas… ho&lt;br /&gt;* Happy GANESH PUJA *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaamyabi tumhare kadam chume,&lt;br /&gt;Khushiyan tumhare charo aur ho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par bhagwan se itni prarthana karne ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;tum mujhe kuch to commission do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my extremely lovable (but kanjoos) FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ganesh puja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phool ki shuruvat kali se hoti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ki shuruvat pyar se hoti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Pyar ki shuruvat apno se hoti hai aur&lt;br /&gt;apno ki shuruvat aapse hoti hai.&lt;br /&gt;* Happy ganesha puja*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makki ki Roti, Nimbu ka Aachar,&lt;br /&gt;Suraj Ki Kirne, Khushiyo ki Bahar,&lt;br /&gt;Chand Ki ChandANIi, Apno ka Pyar,&lt;br /&gt;Mubarak Ho Aapko, GANESHA PUJA ka Tyohar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri ganesh ji aapke ghar sukh ki barsat karen,&lt;br /&gt;Dukhon ka naas karen.&lt;br /&gt;Prem ki phuljhari wa anar aapke ghar ko roshan kare.&lt;br /&gt;Roshni ke diye aapki jingagi meIN khusiya layen.&lt;br /&gt;Happy ganesh puja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khushian ho overflow,&lt;br /&gt;masti kabhi na ho low,&lt;br /&gt;dosti ka surur chaya rahe,&lt;br /&gt;dhan aur shorat ki ho bauchar,&lt;br /&gt;aisa aaye aapke liye GANESHA PUJA KA TYOHAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This GANESH PUJA I’m sending you CASH:&lt;br /&gt;C-care&lt;br /&gt;A-affection&lt;br /&gt;S-smiles&lt;br /&gt;H-hugs&lt;br /&gt;please do accept with love..&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and have a happy GANESHA pUJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apako ashirwad milai Ganesh se.&lt;br /&gt;Vidya mile Saraswati se.&lt;br /&gt;Daulat mile Laxmi se.&lt;br /&gt;Khushiya mile Rab se.&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar mile Sab se.&lt;br /&gt;Yahi duwa hai is dil se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek Dua Mangte hai hum apne Bhagwan se…&lt;br /&gt;Chahte hai Aapki Khushi Pure imaan se,&lt;br /&gt;Sab Hasratein Puri Ho Aapki,&lt;br /&gt;Aur Aap Muskaraye Dil-o-Jaan se!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali and New Year that leads you on the road of Success.&lt;br /&gt;A Bliss from Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1141753442633021348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/ganesh-chaturthi-sms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-5160254529847680592</id><published>2009-08-22T03:21:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:38:38.278+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bollywood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="News"/><title type='text'>Govinda&#39;s daughter ready for Bollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Govinda&#39;s daughter ready for Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_XAi7JlX-tYPGyW8WDfh4zozMJtZPnpvEg485bPwlLCBX2GEIwZh6dCYoYiF3oOkI-SOdM23snSsBjsEaoRZZnchPHztK5Hw1Ywas_hldyOlm1jllt0PrF3U9barRZAhcxgCFAsija4k/s1600-h/NarmadaAhuja01.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_XAi7JlX-tYPGyW8WDfh4zozMJtZPnpvEg485bPwlLCBX2GEIwZh6dCYoYiF3oOkI-SOdM23snSsBjsEaoRZZnchPHztK5Hw1Ywas_hldyOlm1jllt0PrF3U9barRZAhcxgCFAsija4k/s320/NarmadaAhuja01.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372539697157481410&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. You heard it right. Govinda&#39;s daughter Narmada Ahuja is ready to make her mark on Bollywood. She also took the first steps of getting her name properly numerological. She got her new name from famed numerologist Niraj Mancchanda who added quite few M and A to her name. Now is Narmmadaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few pics of Narmada Ahuja --- oops...Narmmadaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwmRnqqtlZfY0ZXISSC9_rE9iH6RgDtTBnNvKyIgyksXGu_RR5kVhWzgf8dZZGiH4KjGsAO2TeMG967dagZK7Yb5MNKEMcWv1SenqAbbggPWS9SBKwjNe0qqvMPX5pcWWGoAewX6OY8eN/s1600-h/NarmadaAhuja08.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwmRnqqtlZfY0ZXISSC9_rE9iH6RgDtTBnNvKyIgyksXGu_RR5kVhWzgf8dZZGiH4KjGsAO2TeMG967dagZK7Yb5MNKEMcWv1SenqAbbggPWS9SBKwjNe0qqvMPX5pcWWGoAewX6OY8eN/s320/NarmadaAhuja08.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372542023777799618&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiRqO_2ZQV-vx_QwAt_V-WYiYgL7efVRhxqgNM9-MFrNj5lgANJyKs9BIdKLBa9iU1KQkDqc-JhaRK5HA9VdEOJWwCy9HUiQO-9JpoIRZMCIChKnhQa5h8a6GGIwcSWxp6JQqEYjC9DXx/s1600-h/NarmadaAhuja07.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; 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border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372541457334491362&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHK5HDxp57zHMSs2LlFVn5h3KqiIAyQFySuk258WBAUyhrekzNl_Bn5HNLekKhsWbLZsZ4G8Y_cLr7FKLnciyN-nCP7QIcP1J3CyUmSJjK4BTkqUItdGxrFUjtq6C2R_dJDpek2WYtKH4/s1600-h/NarmadaAhuja02.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHK5HDxp57zHMSs2LlFVn5h3KqiIAyQFySuk258WBAUyhrekzNl_Bn5HNLekKhsWbLZsZ4G8Y_cLr7FKLnciyN-nCP7QIcP1J3CyUmSJjK4BTkqUItdGxrFUjtq6C2R_dJDpek2WYtKH4/s320/NarmadaAhuja02.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372541454591872338&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5160254529847680592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/govindas-daughter-ready-for-bollywood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/5160254529847680592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/5160254529847680592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/govindas-daughter-ready-for-bollywood.html' title='Govinda&#39;s daughter ready for Bollywood'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_XAi7JlX-tYPGyW8WDfh4zozMJtZPnpvEg485bPwlLCBX2GEIwZh6dCYoYiF3oOkI-SOdM23snSsBjsEaoRZZnchPHztK5Hw1Ywas_hldyOlm1jllt0PrF3U9barRZAhcxgCFAsija4k/s72-c/NarmadaAhuja01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-2135949372457284977</id><published>2009-08-22T01:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:53:32.579+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bollywood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="News"/><title type='text'>Katrina Turquotte aka Katrina Kaif</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYH3FxQFli0eEk1frpHEDRkI_Il4Kzd6L7oaNN2qyxX8eFofXW9mjqk-rLc9imSewbekX0PCxnzMNAGxvaJv8lIfGOHxLANvbgRJHbwuxITq5H0qRyme49eYjJcQJ9tSj92ZYEJjfMXD6G/s1600-h/KatrinaKaif.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYH3FxQFli0eEk1frpHEDRkI_Il4Kzd6L7oaNN2qyxX8eFofXW9mjqk-rLc9imSewbekX0PCxnzMNAGxvaJv8lIfGOHxLANvbgRJHbwuxITq5H0qRyme49eYjJcQJ9tSj92ZYEJjfMXD6G/s320/KatrinaKaif.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372515207116941026&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Katrina Kaif&#39;s real name is Katrina Turquotte? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Even I also didn&#39;t know. But hey, what&#39;s in a name? Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might know that Salman Khan has been like a godfather to her since she came into the Bollywood film industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ayesha Shroff, Jackie Shroff&#39;s wife recently talked about Katrina Turquotte aka Katrina Kaif. Here are some of her remarks. She says Katrina Kaif&#39;s real name is Katrina Turquotte, as that was what was on her passport when she came to India. The surnane was changed from Turquotte to Kaif as it was considered difficult to pronounce. They had even thought of changing it to Kazi.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2135949372457284977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/katrina-turquotte-aka-katrina-kaif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/2135949372457284977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/2135949372457284977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/katrina-turquotte-aka-katrina-kaif.html' title='Katrina Turquotte aka Katrina Kaif'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYH3FxQFli0eEk1frpHEDRkI_Il4Kzd6L7oaNN2qyxX8eFofXW9mjqk-rLc9imSewbekX0PCxnzMNAGxvaJv8lIfGOHxLANvbgRJHbwuxITq5H0qRyme49eYjJcQJ9tSj92ZYEJjfMXD6G/s72-c/KatrinaKaif.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-1291593945987253872</id><published>2009-08-22T01:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:29:11.366+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bollywood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="News"/><title type='text'>12 Priyanka Chopra in one movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;12 Priyanka Chopra in one movie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlnN2gSr6g5MueviVomjrZLdNUROAq7Fn10C6x7gi6Tm-VRzQtzlQ7hbZOEN2N6XS1HKbpbgkCJW2DouPcGCeh4p9swWJEcDgt8kuAX4hsgHo4nmlfDG75uNPuiEe9A3Ke3Mxh3OAjFy0/s1600-h/priyanka-chopra.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlnN2gSr6g5MueviVomjrZLdNUROAq7Fn10C6x7gi6Tm-VRzQtzlQ7hbZOEN2N6XS1HKbpbgkCJW2DouPcGCeh4p9swWJEcDgt8kuAX4hsgHo4nmlfDG75uNPuiEe9A3Ke3Mxh3OAjFy0/s320/priyanka-chopra.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372508771207455474&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, you heard it right. Now we are going to see 12 Priyanka Chopra in one movie. The movie is &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s Your Rashee?&lt;/span&gt; and is based on a well-known novel by Madhu Rye named &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Kimball Ravenswood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a story of a &quot;to-be&quot; groom meeting 12 different girls to select a bride. The movie is supposed to be about three and half hours long and would contain 13 songs. It is directed by Ashutosh Gowariker and would also star Priyanka Chopra&#39;s ex-boyfriend Hurman Baweja.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1291593945987253872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-priyanka-chopra-in-one-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/1291593945987253872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/1291593945987253872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-priyanka-chopra-in-one-movie.html' title='12 Priyanka Chopra in one movie'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlnN2gSr6g5MueviVomjrZLdNUROAq7Fn10C6x7gi6Tm-VRzQtzlQ7hbZOEN2N6XS1HKbpbgkCJW2DouPcGCeh4p9swWJEcDgt8kuAX4hsgHo4nmlfDG75uNPuiEe9A3Ke3Mxh3OAjFy0/s72-c/priyanka-chopra.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-8178375587678667757</id><published>2009-08-21T23:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:19:15.977+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Emails"/><title type='text'>Lawyers and the things they say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNHO7C6trFknTCT6kUPGLj3Vk-3n0g3CBU7glT_boQm1dN6qfD6q-24Qt2ywTnv_FBSDXtLwdluVyFiK4IP2U8ZHKQYqXt-I16uUbTPfkhyphenhyphensvQ919sp11sBQhMlqJkZpD16xA4MYBa51tk/s1600-h/courtroom.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNHO7C6trFknTCT6kUPGLj3Vk-3n0g3CBU7glT_boQm1dN6qfD6q-24Qt2ywTnv_FBSDXtLwdluVyFiK4IP2U8ZHKQYqXt-I16uUbTPfkhyphenhyphensvQ919sp11sBQhMlqJkZpD16xA4MYBa51tk/s320/courtroom.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372475414244408034&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another interesting email forward that I received. I am sure most of you have read most of the jokes in here. But I am still posting it as it never gets old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following quotations are taken from official court records across the nation, showing how funny and embarrassing it is that recorders operate at all times in courts of law, so that even the slightest inadvertence is preserved for posterity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Was that the same nose you broke as a child?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I only have one, you know.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Now, Mrs. Johnson, how was your first marriage terminated?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;By death.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And by whose death was it terminated?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accused, Defending His Own Case: &quot;Did you get a good look at my face when I took your purse?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defendant was found guilty and sentenced to ten years in jail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What is your date of birth?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;July 15th.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What year?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Every year.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Can you tell us what was stolen from your house?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;There was a rifle that belonged to my father that was stolen from the hall closet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Can you identify the rifle?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes. There was something written on the side of it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And what did the writing say?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;&#39;Winchester&#39;!&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Can you describe what the person who attacked you looked like?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No. He was wearing a mask.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What was he wearing under the mask?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Er...his face.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;This myasthenia gravis -- does it affect your memory at all?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And in what ways does it affect your memory?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I forget.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;You forget. Can you give us an example of something that you&#39;ve forgotten?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How old is your son, the one living with you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can&#39;t remember which.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How long has he lived with you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Forty-five years.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;He said, &#39;Where am I, Cathy?&#39;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And why did that upset you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;My name is Susan.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Sir, what is your IQ?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Well, I can see pretty well, I think.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did you blow your horn or anything?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;After the accident?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Before the accident.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Sure, I played for ten years. I even went to school for it.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue lights flashing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes, sir.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What did she say?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;&#39;What disco am I at?&#39;&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did you check for blood pressure?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did you check for breathing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How can you be so sure, Doctor?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And you check your radar unit frequently?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: &quot;Yes, I do.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And was your radar unit functioning correctly at the time you had the plaintiff on radar?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: &quot;Yes, it was malfunctioning correctly.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What happened then?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;He told me, he says, &#39;I have to kill you because you can identify me.&#39;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did he kill you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Now sir, I&#39;m sure you are an intelligent and honest man--&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Thank you. If I weren&#39;t under oath, I&#39;d return the compliment.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;You were there until the time you left, is that true?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;So you were gone until you returned?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;The youngest son, the 20 year old, how old is he?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Were you alone or by yourself?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How long have you been a French Canadian?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Witness: &quot;He was about medium height and had a beard.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Was this a male or a female?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Mr. Slatery, you went on a rather elaborate honeymoon, didn&#39;t you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I went to Europe, sir.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And you took your new wife?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;I show you Exhibit 3 and ask you if you recognize that picture.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;That&#39;s me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Were you present when that picture was taken?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Were you present in court this morning when you were sworn in?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Do you know how far pregnant you are now?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I&#39;ll be three months on November 8.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Apparently, then, the date of conception was August 8?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What were you doing at that time?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How many times have you committed suicide?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Four times.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Do you have any children or anything of that kind?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;She had three children, right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How many were boys?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;None.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Were there girls?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;You don&#39;t know what it was, and you didn&#39;t know what it looked like, but can you describe it?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;You say that the stairs went down to the basement?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And these stairs, did they go up also?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Have you lived in this town all your life?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Not yet.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: (realizing he was on the verge of asking a stupid question) &quot;Your Honor, I&#39;d like to strike the next question.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Do you recall approximately the time that you examined the body of Mr. Eddington at the Rose Chapel?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;It was in the evening. The autopsy started about 8:30pm.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And Mr. Eddington was dead at the time, is that correct?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What is your brother-in-law&#39;s name?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Borofkin.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What&#39;s his first name?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I can&#39;t remember.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;He&#39;s been your brother-in-law for years, and you can&#39;t remember his first name?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No. I tell you, I&#39;m too excited.&quot; (rising and pointing to his brother-in-law) &quot;Nathan, for heaven&#39;s sake, tell them your first name!&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did you ever stay all night with this man in New York?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I refuse to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did you ever stay all night with this man in Chicago?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I refuse to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did you ever stay all night with this man in Miami?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Doctor, did you say he was shot in the woods?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No, I said he was shot in the lumbar region.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What is your marital status?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Fair.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Are you married?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No, I&#39;m divorced.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And what did your husband do before you divorced him?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;A lot of things I didn&#39;t know about.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And who is this person you are speaking of?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;My ex-widow said it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How did you happen to go to Dr. Cherney?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Well, a gal down the road had had several of her children by Dr. Cherney and said he was really good.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;All my autopsies have been performed on dead people.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Were you acquainted with the deceased?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes sir.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Before or after he died?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Mrs. Jones, is your appearance this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No. This is how I dress when I go to work.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Court: &quot;Now, as we begin, I must ask you to banish all present information and prejudice from your minds, if you have any.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did he pick the dog up by the ears?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What was he doing with the dog&#39;s ears?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Picking them up in the air.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Where was the dog at this time?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Attached to the ears.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;When he went, had you gone and had she, if she wanted to and were able, for the time being excluding all the restraints on her not to go, gone also, would he have brought you, meaning you and she, with him to the station?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Other Lawyer: &quot;Objection. That question should be taken out and shot.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And lastly, Gary, all your responses must be oral. Ok? What school do you go to?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Oral.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;How old are you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Oral.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;What is your relationship with the plaintiff?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;She is my daughter.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Was she your daughter on February 13, 1979?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Now, you have investigated other murders, have you not, where there was a victim?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Now, doctor, isn&#39;t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, in most cases he just passes quietly away and doesn&#39;t know anything about it until the next morning?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And what did he do then?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;He came home, and next morning he was dead.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;So when he woke up the next morning he was dead?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Did you tell your lawyer that your husband had offered you indignities?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;He didn&#39;t offer me nothing. He just said I could have the furniture.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;So, after the anesthesia, when you came out of it, what did you observe with respect to your scalp?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I didn&#39;t see my scalp the whole time I was in the hospital.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;It was covered?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Yes, bandaged.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Then, later on...what did you see?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I had a skin graft. My whole buttocks and leg were removed and put on top of my head.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Could you see him from where you were standing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I could see his head.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: &quot;And where was his head?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;Just above his shoulders.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Do you drink when you&#39;re on duty?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;I don&#39;t drink when I&#39;m on duty, unless I come on duty drunk.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;Any suggestions as to what prevented this from being a murder trial instead of an attempted murder trial?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;The victim lived.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer: &quot;The truth of the matter is that you were not an unbiased, objective witness, isn&#39;t it? You too were shot in the fracas.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: &quot;No, sir. 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It&#39;s not only funny, but has a bit of truth in it. Hope you people like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Interesting Facts About Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women especially love a bargain. The question of &#39;need&#39; is irrelevant, so don&#39;t bother pointing it out. Anything on sale is fair game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women never have anything to wear. Don&#39;t question the racks of clothes in the closet; you &#39;just don&#39;t understand&#39;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women need to cry. And they won&#39;t do it alone unless they know you can hear them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women will always ask questions that have no right answer, in an effort to trap you into feeling guilty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women love to talk. Silence intimidates them and they feel a need to fill it, even if they have nothing to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women need to feel like there are people worse off than they are. That&#39;s why soap operas and Oprah Winfrey-type shows are so successful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women hate bugs. Even the strong-willed ones need a man around when there&#39;s a spider or a wasp involved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women can&#39;t keep secrets. They eat away at them from the inside. And they don&#39;t view it as being untrustworthy, providing they only tell two or three people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women always go to public restrooms in groups. It gives them a chance to gossip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women can&#39;t refuse to answer a ringing phone, no matter what she&#39;s doing. It might be the lottery calling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women never understand why men love toys. Men understand that they wouldn&#39;t need toys if women had an &#39;on/off&#39; switch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women keep three different shampoos and two different conditioners in the shower. After a woman showers, the bathroom will smell like a tropical rain forest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5654608889782876238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-interesting-facts-about-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/5654608889782876238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/5654608889782876238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-interesting-facts-about-women.html' title='Some Interesting Facts About Women'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybA5OOxZ0Q2kL8eNecPSHYsb5aigMG3GW0SSJULYZXGsKwrRcvSWciUwyrABqZ0mRY_7NajDQAqFv4w-gGR4ArZJspJUZ-C6v0eaYMZRp_wuz-4eZ_0wYnVuDT7S0CiEFj-5X2vx8j2fr/s72-c/Women.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-6332464290048395474</id><published>2009-08-19T12:52:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:18:10.293+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bollywood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="News"/><title type='text'>Ayesha Takia&#39;s sister gets ready for Bollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFV9Phyc6jNsmnrgy0TqOkNr6czpvMoHGsUvpLq2G1Oysgs2gqoS4csFPiv6ZBq0dJjMp1MM8tLlW4gjZx5mMtGGwvBLGwx8E5szj2CxgG3ZksG0KKNWjXvOzX1Gcae80Bkn2t5xjydYY/s1600-h/22slide5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFV9Phyc6jNsmnrgy0TqOkNr6czpvMoHGsUvpLq2G1Oysgs2gqoS4csFPiv6ZBq0dJjMp1MM8tLlW4gjZx5mMtGGwvBLGwx8E5szj2CxgG3ZksG0KKNWjXvOzX1Gcae80Bkn2t5xjydYY/s320/22slide5.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371576747119711762&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natasha Takia, the sister of the hot Bollywood actress, Ayesha Takia is making the rounds of producers and directors. 21 year hottie, Natasha, has not yet received any offers as yet, but that may soon change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that getting into films has been in her mind for some time. Now that her sister, Ayesha Takia, is a major star in Bollywood with lot of good movies and is an acclaimed actress, the decision to move into films was easy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha says she hasn&#39;t read any scripts nor recieved any offers as yet, but she is still into improving her skills. She wants to until something nice comes along. She has no qualms doing glamor roles. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha is quite internet savvy. She also tweets all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows to play guitar and likes singing. 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPWRoWS-gM3vHnbEP7x6qLZabI_r4GV6V1BI8NoPqpxGrEMi_Ettv5sYeYOj_Uoe72iOmTQIvYyUmVoS04p1BHtNaMa8spHuJ4RA0XpeCF5y1Oing8sE_kLxIygVwn9sMIqSwpJzHGID8/s1600-h/CustomerSupportRep.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPWRoWS-gM3vHnbEP7x6qLZabI_r4GV6V1BI8NoPqpxGrEMi_Ettv5sYeYOj_Uoe72iOmTQIvYyUmVoS04p1BHtNaMa8spHuJ4RA0XpeCF5y1Oing8sE_kLxIygVwn9sMIqSwpJzHGID8/s320/CustomerSupportRep.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371472418793430498&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step by step guide to installing love on the human machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I can do that. I&#39;m not very technical, but I think I am ready to install now. What do I do first? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART ma&#39;am? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What programs are running ma&#39;am? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let me see... I have PASTHURT.EXE, LOWESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.COM running right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: No problem. LOVE will automatically erase PASTHURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOWESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGHESTEEM.EXE However,you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ma&#39;am? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don&#39;t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, I&#39;m done. LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes it is. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I do. Is it completely installed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other HEARTS in order to get the upgrades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops...I have an error message already. What should I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What does the message say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: It says &quot;ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS&quot;. What does that mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Don&#39;t worry ma&#39;am, that&#39;s a common problem.It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming things, but in non-technical terms it means - &quot;you have to &#39;LOVE&#39; your own machine before it can &quot;LOVE&quot; others.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So what should I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Can you find the directory called &quot;SELF-ACCEPTANCE&quot;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Excellent, you are getting good at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support : You&#39;re welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them to the &quot;MYHEART&quot; directory: FORGIVESELF.DOC, SELFESTEEM.TXT, REALIZEWORTH.TXT, and GOODNESS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete SELFCRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with really neat files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that WARMTH.COM, PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Then LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing before I go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet.They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some really neat modules back to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I will. Thank you for your help&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; marginwidth=0 marginheight=0 vspace=0 hspace=0 allowtransparency=true scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2223023453902145048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/installing-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/2223023453902145048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7965229601740844885/posts/default/2223023453902145048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptismishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/installing-love.html' title='Installing Love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07211061406826655460</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPWRoWS-gM3vHnbEP7x6qLZabI_r4GV6V1BI8NoPqpxGrEMi_Ettv5sYeYOj_Uoe72iOmTQIvYyUmVoS04p1BHtNaMa8spHuJ4RA0XpeCF5y1Oing8sE_kLxIygVwn9sMIqSwpJzHGID8/s72-c/CustomerSupportRep.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965229601740844885.post-5439585424462744180</id><published>2009-08-19T06:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:16:46.864+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beauty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>Beauty and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGV5EJX2GC8C8xzd0sy8eL7q4XXtnn39FU13idV0bTd2TnccR8HxmZ7IjBB-qGL_fSPr6ZCsi7Vj5Gc5lYnYplFMUlHSusq3nAPsMShBTrwj3nTFMveu5wYV4_MmgF9XTcknfa3P7r7Uxu/s1600-h/LovelyBeauty.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGV5EJX2GC8C8xzd0sy8eL7q4XXtnn39FU13idV0bTd2TnccR8HxmZ7IjBB-qGL_fSPr6ZCsi7Vj5Gc5lYnYplFMUlHSusq3nAPsMShBTrwj3nTFMveu5wYV4_MmgF9XTcknfa3P7r7Uxu/s320/LovelyBeauty.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371469869393172914&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Beauty looks, &lt;br /&gt;Love is also there; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek &lt;br /&gt;Love lights Her fire from that flame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night &lt;br /&gt;Love comes and finds a heart entangled in tresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and Love are as body and soul. &lt;br /&gt;Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond. &lt;br /&gt;They have together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the beginning of time &lt;br /&gt;Side by side, step by step.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=486 height=60 frameborder=0 src=&#39;http://www.777seo.com/seo.php?username=samishra&#39; 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