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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Stq7VnIwlWI/AAAAAAAABBI/bUsecs8TSNQ/s400/9225_1123361400847_1131454319_300079_2090230_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393829483686958434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-2490280914788492495?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/10/nirvana.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Stq7VnIwlWI/AAAAAAAABBI/bUsecs8TSNQ/s72-c/9225_1123361400847_1131454319_300079_2090230_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-116282090286507806</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T13:46:04.740+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Suffering</category><title>Suffering</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Suffering is the price of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;It requires more courage to suffer than to die.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom comes only through suffering.&lt;br /&gt;To become spectator of one`s own life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;is to escape the suffering of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-116282090286507806?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2006/11/suffering.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-307156987037061670</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T12:41:59.743+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Simplicity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life's Natural Rhythm</category><title>Simplicity</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our task is to strike a balance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to find a middle way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to learn not to overstretch ourselves with extraneous activities and preoccupations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;but to simplify our lives more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The key to finding a happy balance in modern lives is simplicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Sogyal Rinpoche)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-307156987037061670?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/09/simplicity.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-8202442392588454447</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 09:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T15:00:45.132+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rumi</category><title>What A Fine Broad Kingdom....</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SrCGGdaH6jI/AAAAAAAABBA/czk1g3WWhlE/s1600-h/ffc2f61b191c894e998165c2e598b580_Moonlight_Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In the world there are invisible ladders,leading step by step to the summit of heaven.There is a different ladder for every group, a different heaven for every path. Each one is ignorant of the other's condition in this wide kingdom which has no end or beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This one is amazed at that one and wonders why he is happy,while that one is astonished at this one and asks why he is amazed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;God's earth is spacious.Every tree springs up from a certain soil.The leaves and boughs sing thanks to God:"What a fine, broad kingdom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The nightingales hover around the fruiting blossom,calling, "Give us some of what you drink."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This discourse has no end&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-8202442392588454447?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fine-broad-kingdom_2585.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-6524861391539916783</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T15:43:29.415+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The window through which we look</category><title>The Window Through Which We Look</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SqOXAfaod9I/AAAAAAAABAo/c5gGx5Y4Cb8/s1600-h/GEWTCANXEV4UCA8FF8N0CAZL79MNCA52XJO4CAOMLSKZCA04PAVUCAN6CVWWCARBP3S7CAN3QA89CAJEX3HACA8VTAEACABWQAJ0CAWL9WXTCAZR659UCA9Q1TZECAYW7AANCAJMOZQXCAQ45K43CAP98LYO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378308414699501522" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 127px; height: 85px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SqOXAfaod9I/AAAAAAAABAo/c5gGx5Y4Cb8/s400/GEWTCANXEV4UCA8FF8N0CAZL79MNCA52XJO4CAOMLSKZCA04PAVUCAN6CVWWCARBP3S7CAN3QA89CAJEX3HACA8VTAEACABWQAJ0CAWL9WXTCAZR659UCA9Q1TZECAYW7AANCAJMOZQXCAQ45K43CAP98LYO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning,while eating their breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging washed clothes outside.&lt;br /&gt;The laundry is not clean, she said.Perhaps she doesn't know how&lt;br /&gt; to wash correctly. Her husband looked on but remained silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, she would make the same comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;About one month later,she was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband....Look she has learned how to wash correctly....I wonder who taught her this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Her husband said...I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;And so it is with life... What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;(source:intenet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-6524861391539916783?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/09/window-through-which-we-look.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SqOXAfaod9I/AAAAAAAABAo/c5gGx5Y4Cb8/s72-c/GEWTCANXEV4UCA8FF8N0CAZL79MNCA52XJO4CAOMLSKZCA04PAVUCAN6CVWWCARBP3S7CAN3QA89CAJEX3HACA8VTAEACABWQAJ0CAWL9WXTCAZR659UCA9Q1TZECAYW7AANCAJMOZQXCAQ45K43CAP98LYO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-87724520627223310</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 09:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T15:32:27.658+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Today</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Breeze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Battle</category><title>Make Today Breeze not Battle</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Make today a breeze not a battle.Never fight. Nothing is worth fighting for. Wisdom never fights, it waits patiently, speaks positively, releases easily, sees benefit in everything and envisions a future of abundance...&lt;br /&gt;knowing that all needs will be met at the right moment, in the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If we think life is a struggle we will always be struggling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If we think life is a breeze, our attitudes and actions will convey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;lightness and easiness.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what attracts everything we need, and much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Let us make &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; a breeze not a battle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(source: internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-87724520627223310?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-today-breeze-not-battle.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-1278023737965837804</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T12:31:05.199+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mistakes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fence</category><title>FENCE</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What is the purpose of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fence&lt;/span&gt;? To guard and protect. If there's a hole in the middle of the street, the municipality comes and erects a fence so that no one should get hurt by falling in. The fence keeps us safe from danger.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly,when we find a "hole" in our life, we need a fence to avoid falling in, and hurting ourselves and others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We need &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;devices&lt;/span&gt; to help us avoid stumbling into errors.&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But few of us learn from them fall into them again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Please share your views&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-1278023737965837804?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/05/fence.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-7127309883454650642</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 07:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T10:57:04.403+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Liberation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Escape</category><title>Escape</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SopoBaXEgTI/AAAAAAAABAg/iEUhwk3kIHk/s1600-h/XAF5CA6R6A2HCA3LFDV2CATAD4W4CA220ZISCASGCD6OCA8E6KV7CAQH3A7RCASOYGJECAPI5R2ECAYENFHXCASI78V8CA7T76OYCA2NBPV2CAJDHYU0CAPXPDWYCABIWOU5CAK41LVXCAOBUOSDCALVL2WM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371219879057981746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SopoBaXEgTI/AAAAAAAABAg/iEUhwk3kIHk/s400/XAF5CA6R6A2HCA3LFDV2CATAD4W4CA220ZISCASGCD6OCA8E6KV7CAQH3A7RCASOYGJECAPI5R2ECAYENFHXCASI78V8CA7T76OYCA2NBPV2CAJDHYU0CAPXPDWYCABIWOU5CAK41LVXCAOBUOSDCALVL2WM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To escape your prison........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Study the walls built around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Feel the heavy door keeping you inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lay down on its floor holding your weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Look through the bars preventing a wider view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Unless you know your limitations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;escape is impossible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-7127309883454650642?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-escape-your-prison-invest-in-it.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SopoBaXEgTI/AAAAAAAABAg/iEUhwk3kIHk/s72-c/XAF5CA6R6A2HCA3LFDV2CATAD4W4CA220ZISCASGCD6OCA8E6KV7CAQH3A7RCASOYGJECAPI5R2ECAYENFHXCASI78V8CA7T76OYCA2NBPV2CAJDHYU0CAPXPDWYCABIWOU5CAK41LVXCAOBUOSDCALVL2WM.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-1732656629557521093</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T11:58:28.786+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Liberation</category><title>Ocean Of Life</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SoEPb0t3QJI/AAAAAAAABAY/lLEofi39lYQ/s1600-h/FWN9CAMDF5POCA4I58NUCANYKUTOCA1YEE1ECA4FRXWOCA88M0PYCAXJBOEYCA1NIU2OCAKXAMNHCAA1Q6YOCAQTOUI8CAM2KQ4MCAAGNTJJCAYGKAOXCAQ2M7WTCACSXULSCAXR824ZCA21Y8CQCAP4RGFD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368589201484234898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SoEPb0t3QJI/AAAAAAAABAY/lLEofi39lYQ/s400/FWN9CAMDF5POCA4I58NUCANYKUTOCA1YEE1ECA4FRXWOCA88M0PYCAXJBOEYCA1NIU2OCAKXAMNHCAA1Q6YOCAQTOUI8CAM2KQ4MCAAGNTJJCAYGKAOXCAQ2M7WTCACSXULSCAXR824ZCA21Y8CQCAP4RGFD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We often ask ourselves: what is the purpose of life?Is it to be born again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answer is NO. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today's newspaper becomes waste paper of tomorrow.Once we have finished the newspaper,we do not like to read it again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Similarly,we have been given this birth and have gone through varied experiences of pleasure and pain.We should, therefore, pray now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"O Lord, You have given me this life, and I have gone through all the experiences of pleasure and pain.I do not want to have another birth.Please take me across the tumultuous ocean and grant me liberation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Please share your views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-1732656629557521093?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/08/ocean-of-life.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SoEPb0t3QJI/AAAAAAAABAY/lLEofi39lYQ/s72-c/FWN9CAMDF5POCA4I58NUCANYKUTOCA1YEE1ECA4FRXWOCA88M0PYCAXJBOEYCA1NIU2OCAKXAMNHCAA1Q6YOCAQTOUI8CAM2KQ4MCAAGNTJJCAYGKAOXCAQ2M7WTCACSXULSCAXR824ZCA21Y8CQCAP4RGFD.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-7518440087399761334</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-05T14:30:51.980+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Criticism</category><title>Criticism</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you love criticism? Probably not. Most people see criticism as a personal attack which triggers all kinds of defense mechanisms.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a business will pay big money to hire consultants to tell them everything they're doing wrong! They'll hang a suggestion box -- and if there's a chance to improve business even the words of the junior most  are considered by the CEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So why does that same CEO get angry when he comes home and hears suggestions from his wife?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is that he's focused on making more money, but may not be focused on becoming a better person.&lt;br /&gt;Realize that every mistake carries with it a negative consequence. By helping to clarify the personality flaw that caused the mistake, criticism can save you from future loss. Your friend will tell you when you've got spinach stuck in your teeth, while your enemy will smirk and say you look great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the Sages say: "Better the criticism of a friend, than the kiss of an enemy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(R.N.Weinberg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-7518440087399761334?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/08/criticism.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-9155978502590828381</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T18:45:19.469+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speech</category><title>SPEECH</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"All religious scriptures advise us to always communicate in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;soft language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.Never be bitter in your talk, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; bitterness results in degeneration of the self&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Mind becomes unbalanced and you lose control over your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are not able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; other's point of view.One can lose a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; friend or a relation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;On the other hand, soft spoken and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; sweet tongued&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; person is always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;successful in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; day today life. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;bitter tongued&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; person is always a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cultivate the habit of speaking in soft tone.You shall acquire a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; blissful mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and gather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;admirers all around you.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;........Ben Jonson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-9155978502590828381?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/07/speech.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-2726468153455374732</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T11:17:54.771+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">What we have</category><title>What We Have</title><description>&lt;div class="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"A wise man arrived at the village of Akbar and the people lent no importance to him. Except for a small group of young people, the wise man was of no interest to anyone. On the contrary, he became a object of irony for the inhabitants of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One day he was walking down the main street with some of his disciples, a group of men and women began to insult him. The wise man went up to them and blessed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When they left, one of the disciples remarked: “They say terrible things, and you answer them with nice words.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And the wise man replied: “Each one of us can only offer what he or she has.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;!-- This is where the social bookmarking pieces go --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-2726468153455374732?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-we-have.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-5754252942974587088</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T11:20:11.825+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rumi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Path Of The Unseen</category><title /><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Sl6-766x5nI/AAAAAAAABAQ/3UhwC9F-zxo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358930543254824562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Sl6-766x5nI/AAAAAAAABAQ/3UhwC9F-zxo/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"At last you have departed&lt;br /&gt;and gone to the Unseen.&lt;br /&gt;What marvelous route&lt;br /&gt;did you take from this world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Rumi~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-5754252942974587088?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-last-you-have-departed-and-gone-to.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Sl6-766x5nI/AAAAAAAABAQ/3UhwC9F-zxo/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-6081465477061226809</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 08:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T14:47:21.231+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Frog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Habits</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scorpion</category><title>Frog and the Scorpion</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"One day, a scorpion stood on the side of a stream and asked a frog to carry it to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;'How do I know you won't sting me?' the frog asked. 'Because if I sting you, I'll drown,' the scorpion said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The frog thought about it and realized that the scorpion was right. So he put the scorpion on his back and started ferrying him. But midway across the stream, the scorpion plunged its stinger into the frog's back. As they both began to drown, the frog gasped,'Why?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The scorpion replied, 'Because it is my nature.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-6081465477061226809?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/06/frog-and-scorpion.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-2429142932078291521</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 07:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-05T09:54:00.198+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tree</category><title>Life is like a tree</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Sk3JSGEzh_I/AAAAAAAABAI/SLxWkJRH97g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354156844718983154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Sk3JSGEzh_I/AAAAAAAABAI/SLxWkJRH97g/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;Life is like a tree;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;them, us, you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;open your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;and you will see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;we are all connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;We were born on the same day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;                                     separated by branches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     we have migrated away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;                                    nature and the environment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;                                   our bodies from the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;If it wasn't for water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;we would still be dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;Our origin is a mystery, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;we come from a magical seed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;we are of different colors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;but we are all the same breed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;as delicate as can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;harm one of the branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;you harm the entire tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;them, us, you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;open up your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;and you will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;(elton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-2429142932078291521?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-like-tree.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Sk3JSGEzh_I/AAAAAAAABAI/SLxWkJRH97g/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-10951524980612260</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T14:49:15.914+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Every thing is fine</category><title>Every Thing Is Fine</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To a truly contented and enlightened soul everything in the world, which means the way the world is right now, is just fine. To the unenlightened and discontented soul, this will look otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now imagine if a group of actors go to the theatre, for their evening performance, and on entering the stage, start shifting the backdrop, altering the scenery and moving the props around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Rather they should totally concentrate on the role they need to play to the best of their ability. And so it is with the world.The backdrop to our life is the way things are at this moment in time. The props are exactly where they are meant to be at this moment in time. Many people spend their whole lives trying to change the backdrop and move the props around, little realising the futility of the exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, they may succeed in altering an angle here or there. But all at the cost of the focus and the energy needed to put on their best performance.Little did they realise that if they had fully focussed on their performance and achieved their own highest standards of excellence, not only would those around them be immensely enriched, but the backdrop and the props of their life would have changed automatically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Excellence is a much more powerful influence in the world than discontent. So everything is fine out there. No one said it's perfect. But it is exactly the way it should be ...at this moment. So if we want to influence change for the better, then the most effective way to begin is with contentment with the way things are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way things are, are the way things are meant to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;source;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-10951524980612260?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-truly-contented-and-enlightened-soul.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-8108560114793919774</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-24T14:50:44.630+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Anger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spiritual Story</category><title>Why We Shout When In Anger</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A  saint who was visiting river Ganges to take bath, found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples and asked:&lt;br /&gt;'Why do people in anger shout at each other?'&lt;br /&gt;Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout.'&lt;br /&gt;'But, why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can as well tell him what you have to say in a soft manner, asked the saint&lt;br /&gt;Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the saint explained:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.&lt;br /&gt;What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either nonexistent or very small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his disciples and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant. Do not say words that distance each other more, or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return. You may end up in divorce courts, for instance......'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-8108560114793919774?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-we-shout-when-in-anger.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-3627495664665191282</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T12:53:06.085+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Osho</category><title /><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Each person comes into this world with a specific destiny - he or she has something to fulfill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some message that has to be delivered, some work that has to be completed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are not here accidentally - you are here meaningfully. There is a purpose behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; The WHOLE intends to do something through you........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;OSHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-3627495664665191282?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/06/each-person-comes-into-this-world-with.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-8190038658791752288</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-06T14:50:24.572+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kabir</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hey Brother</category><title /><description>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey brother, why do you want me to talk?&lt;br /&gt;Talk and talk and the real things get lost.&lt;br /&gt;Talk and talk and things get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;Why not stop talking and think?&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; you meet someone good, listen a little, speak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; If you meet someone bad, clench up like a fist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with a wise man is a great reward.&lt;br /&gt;Talking with a fool?  A waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Kabir says: A pot makes noise if it's half full,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; But fill it to the brim -- no sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;English version by &lt;i&gt;John Stratton Hawley and Mark Juergensmeyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-8190038658791752288?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-brother-why-do-you-want-me-to-talk.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-552390588876508599</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 08:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T16:44:27.279+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Upanishad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Self</category><title>SELF</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SiOywGh_t9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/9TssojQRajg/s1600-h/fest-img.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342310122448205778" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 137px; height: 90px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SiOywGh_t9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/9TssojQRajg/s400/fest-img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Two birds, inseparable companions, perch on the same tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One eats the fruit, the other looks on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The first bird is our individual self, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;feeding on the pleasures and pains of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The other is the universal Self, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;                                                                             silently witnessing all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Upanishad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-552390588876508599?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/05/self.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SiOywGh_t9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/9TssojQRajg/s72-c/fest-img.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-7606544819757443106</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 07:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-29T13:03:38.686+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Teachings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>The Teacher We Need</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Life always gives us exactly the teacher we need at every moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This includes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;every mosquito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;every misfortune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; every red light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;every traffic jam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;every obnoxious supervisor (or employee),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; every illness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;every loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;every moment of joy or depression,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; every addiction, every piece of garbage......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Every moment is the Guru."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-7606544819757443106?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/05/teacher-we-need.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-8777876726220898595</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-25T11:21:41.170+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The great path</category><title>The great path</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"The great path has no gates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Thousands of roads enter it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; When you pass through this gateless gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; You walk the universe alone."(Mumon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-8777876726220898595?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-path.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-3759311281800711740</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T10:42:16.251+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Peace</category><title>When the mind is at peace</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When the mind is at peace,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the world too is at peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing real, nothing absent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not holding on to reality,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not getting stuck in the void,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are neither holy nor wise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just an ordinary fellow who has completed his work."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;P'ang Yun (Layman P'ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663300;"&gt;g   g   g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-3759311281800711740?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-mind-is-at-peace.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
