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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 09:42:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Gurushabad</title><description>Praise The Lord</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZomZ" type="application/rss+xml" /><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">4</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">14</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">10</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><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-4492536165350167877</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T15:56:15.468+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shortcuts</category><title>Shortcuts</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;We can be told the truth about many things&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; but they do not have any value until we realize them by ourselves.&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; There are no shortcuts. &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(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Each step of the way has to be walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;....(Nahsti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/36431077-4492536165350167877?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/05/shortcuts.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-7594156654176273824</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T15:57:56.335+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humming Bird</category><title>Humming Bird</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SgQDZSpnD2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/b65s1io9HnA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333391591751487330" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 150px; height: 113px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SgQDZSpnD2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/b65s1io9HnA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"No matter how bad people may seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   they possess at least one virtue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   Be like the humming bird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   and pick out the sweetness of everyone's character."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/36431077-7594156654176273824?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/05/humming-bird.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/SgQDZSpnD2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/b65s1io9HnA/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36431077.post-4262465787255727496</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T15:58:42.317+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pay it forward</category><title>Pay It Forward</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Of all those people who went before to prepare the way for us, most of those people will not ask us to pay them back. But what they do ask of us is to pay it forward –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we make this world a better place for those who come after us in just the way that they made this a better place for us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Naomi Tutu)&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="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/36431077-4262465787255727496?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/04/pay-it-forward.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-2312399028724415471</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T16:13:21.172+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Socrates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contentment</category><title>The Virtue Of Contentment</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Se70uJ21_BI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2xVgSk_JQnY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327464482982984722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/Se70uJ21_BI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2xVgSk_JQnY/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The ancient Greek philosopher Socrates (469-399 BC) believed that the best way for people to live was to focus on self-development rather than the pursuit of material wealth. According to him, if a person is truly wise he will not be obsessed with material possessions. Socrates lived by this virtue and lived an extremely simple life – he even refused to wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to historians, Socrates loved to visit the market place, not to buy things but only to stare at the merchandise on display. He enjoyed visiting the market place because he could see many material things that he was perfectly happy without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Let us ask ourselves,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; “What am I truly happy without?”&lt;/span&gt; The answers to this question will reveal much about us, our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; with other human beings, our level of contentment, and our overall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;outlook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;in life. Great wealth will not give us contentment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For we brought nothing in this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;“We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(source:internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000066;"&gt;g g g&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/36431077-2312399028724415471?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/04/virtue-of-contentment.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/Se70uJ21_BI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2xVgSk_JQnY/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><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-75542449389455071</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T12:17:30.864+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The essence</category><title>The Essence</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"If you are unhappy, be unhappy. &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;Do not judge yourself for being that way.It is wonderful to be unhappy, it is God expressing emotion.&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;Love your unhappiness.  There is purposeness in it.&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:#663300;"&gt;It means you are ready for change.You are ready to go forward, yet you mourn for the old. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;g   g   g&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/36431077-75542449389455071?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/04/essence.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><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-4294223766360536958</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 11:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T17:34:41.756+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surrender</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divine help</category><title>Divine Help</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Many times  we seek  divine help and strength when we  come close to breaking point. Actually divine help is always there, but  we are  usually so busy doing things in our own little way that we only look for it when we  face absolute defeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The tranquil nature of enlightened souls comes from their ability to take God's help constantly. A state of true surrender will lead to the feeling of victory in everything we  do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000066;"&gt;g   g   g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&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/36431077-4294223766360536958?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/04/divine-help.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-7625929845079535630</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T16:40:06.895+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">To be natural being</category><title>Being comes before doing..</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"We spend most of our life running after things, doing things. We forget that being comes before doing. Those who remember this secret make an effort to "be" and discover that when they stop and observe, life helps and brings whatever is needed.&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:#663300;"&gt; Learning to "be" is learning to be at peace. It is our most fundamental nature. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000066;"&gt;g  g  g&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/36431077-7625929845079535630?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-comes-before-doing.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-4235961849826346482</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 05:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-24T12:03:24.494+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Abraham Lincoln's Letter To Headmaster</category><title>Abraham Lincoln's Letter To Headmaster</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is Abraham Lincoln's (16th President of USA) letter to Headmaster of the school in which &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;his son&lt;/span&gt; was studying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He will have to learn, that all men are not just, all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero; that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader. Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend. Teach him, if you can that a dollar earned is of far more value than five pound.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Teach him to learn to lose... and also to enjoy winning. Steer him away from envy, if you can, teach him the secret of quite laughter. Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books.... but also give him quite time to ponder over the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on a green hillside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In school, teach him it is far more honourable to fail than to cheat.... Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everybody tells him he is wrong... Teach him to be gentle with people. Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the bandwagon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Teach him to listen to all men... but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take only the good that comes through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad... Teach him there is no shame in tears. Teach him to scoff at cynics and beware of too much sweetness... Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders, but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Teach him to close his ears to the howling mob... and to stand up and fight if he thinks he is right.Treat him gently, but do not hug him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient... Let him have the patience to be brave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000066;"&gt;g   g   g&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/36431077-4235961849826346482?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/03/abraham-lincolns-letter-to-headmaster.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-8125236858957236456</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T11:31:03.130+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cruel Mind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pure Mind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness.</category><title>A Thought To Ponder</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"If one speaks or acts with a cruel mind, misery follows, &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;as the cart follows the horse...&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:#663300;"&gt;If one speaks or acts with a pure mind, happiness follows, &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:#663300;"&gt;as a shadow follows its source. .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000066;"&gt;g g g&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/36431077-8125236858957236456?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-to-ponder_19.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-4686855945211866977</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-14T13:07:15.526+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">7 secrets Of Success</category><title>7 Secrets Of Success...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SbnAEiPeLSI/AAAAAAAAA-A/g9jC7oyB5jQ/s1600-h/sevensecretsrm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312488419603918114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SbnAEiPeLSI/AAAAAAAAA-A/g9jC7oyB5jQ/s400/sevensecretsrm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(source:internet)&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/36431077-4686855945211866977?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_13.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJSRMw41HtI/SbnAEiPeLSI/AAAAAAAAA-A/g9jC7oyB5jQ/s72-c/sevensecretsrm3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><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-5078365658203893223</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 08:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T13:58:31.376+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Angel Of Death</category><title>Meeting With A Friend</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When the angel of death came to take Abraham's soul, Abraham&lt;br /&gt;said, "Have you ever seen a friend take his friend's life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;God snswered him, "Have you ever seen a friend unwilling to meet&lt;br /&gt;or go with his friend?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;g   g   g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&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/36431077-5078365658203893223?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/03/meeting-with-friend.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-6728518635415582924</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 11:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T17:31:44.445+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sri Guru Granth Sahib</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mul Mantra</category><title>MUL MANTRA....GOD IS ONE......</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3zUYK4YU8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3zUYK4YU8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36431077-6728518635415582924?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.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-7104550068988643309</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-07T14:09:39.753+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Today</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Human Mind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness.</category><title>A Thought To Ponder</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There are really only two conditions of the human mind: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Very, very happy. Or, about to become very, very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Which are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(Mike Dooley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663300;"&gt;g   g   g&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/36431077-7104550068988643309?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-to-ponder.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-1327033982543092928</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T07:59:01.857+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Commotion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hodja</category><title>Commotion</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"At midnight Hodja heard a lot of commotion outside his window. He wrapped his blanket around himself and went outside to see what was happening. He saw two men fighting and tried to break it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Without answering, one of them ripped the blanket off him, and both of them quickly ran away. So poor Hodja walked back into his house anked and reutrned to his bed."What was all the fighting about?" asked his wife."It was over our blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that they have got it, they have stopped fighting."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;(source:internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000066;"&gt;g   g   g&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/36431077-1327033982543092928?l=gurushabad1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gurushabad1.blogspot.com/2009/02/commotion.html</link><author>gurushabad1@yahoo.co.in (surjit)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
