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A lot of people have given a thought to what makes a person click, what is that force due to which a person continues to live and not give in to a meaningless life. On one such journey to find the truth i have made a discovery, though not a big breakthrough still acts as one of the&amp;nbsp;stepping stones in understanding human existence.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a desire in every person as they always need an acceptance to the good that they commit. There is a necessity for being recognized by the people they love. Every man and woman may sacrifice a lot for the person they care for without any materialistic wants but a tiny hope lies in their hearts that the person they care for would acknowledge their effort. Even the love of our parents that we deem the pinnacle of love you can get, &amp;nbsp; it is determined to be the most unselfish of all love in the planet but even this bond seeps its strength from the respect and love that is returned back by their children. They would care for you and assist in fulfilling all your desires without regards to personal gain or loss, only a belief that when you become successful in life then you would look back in time and remember the efforts they have put in.&lt;br /&gt;
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I speak of these not to justify that there is no selflessness in humanity but rather to tell that every act of person that he has done for you must be properly&amp;nbsp;received. Though a person does an act from free will and without thought of a personal gain but still he has hunger to be accepted and you can give happiness in their life by doing so. Spreading happiness around you will only mean more happiness in your life. When you take the things that your friends have done for granted then you deny them pleasure and deep satisfaction of having done some unselfish deeds. They tend to count them as their accomplishments and have more reason to live a happy and helping life. There is no shortcut of surrounding yourselves by good people than by keeping them happy and close to you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-7592694573464488749?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/LmDm1VwM3k8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/7592694573464488749/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=7592694573464488749" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/7592694573464488749?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/7592694573464488749?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/LmDm1VwM3k8/journey-to-understanding-life.html" title="Journey to understanding Life" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2011/11/journey-to-understanding-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMRno6eip7ImA9WhdQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-6912681426693488270</id><published>2011-08-15T07:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:48:07.412+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-15T07:48:07.412+05:30</app:edited><title>My college days</title><content type="html">
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the lecture is so boring, i feel like snoring,&lt;br /&gt;
it makes me sleepy, as it gets creepy,&lt;br /&gt;
make him shut up, why we just put up,&lt;br /&gt;
Just let me SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;
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topic is never over, but he just hover,&lt;br /&gt;
just call security, teach him some obscurity,&lt;br /&gt;
he just makes me cry, rather let him fry&lt;br /&gt;
Just let me LEAVE, LEAVE, LEAVE&lt;br /&gt;
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class wants to study, they are so ready,&lt;br /&gt;
i give some pity, to faculty in the city,&lt;br /&gt;
if i could just run, i feel have much fun&lt;br /&gt;
Just let me FLY, FLY, FLY&lt;br /&gt;
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people are looking, or just joking&lt;br /&gt;
class is finished, i am really famished,&lt;br /&gt;
why is he here, should i really fear&lt;br /&gt;
Just let me FREE, FREE, FREE.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="DQ" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;" title="Jun 6, 2010 1:39:00 PM"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I thought to add the testimonials that people have written of me. In the hopes that they may have understood me better than i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="DQ" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;" title="Jun 6, 2010 1:39:00 PM"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="DQ" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;" title="Jun 6, 2010 1:39:00 PM"&gt;Jun 6, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Bahut he loving aur caring brother h,hamesha sabki help karta h, anytym.mujhe kabhi bhi kahi bhi jana ho to hamesha lekar jata h kabhi mana nhi karta h&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;. mere bahut maje leta h kabhi koi chance nahi chodta mujhe pareshan karne ka but kabhi bura nahi lagne deta h....&lt;br /&gt;mind bahut sharp h iska aur intelligent bhi h,sabki problem solve karta h....exam me sabko padata bhi h... 3rd sem se almost har exam me mene isk sath padai ki h, ise kuch padane ka bolo to bahut natak dikhata h par fir pada bhi deta h aur achcha padata h aur agar ise kuch padana ho to make sure tht he is not aware of anything abt the topic&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_funny.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;.Exam tym me sabse jayda enjoy karta h...serious mood me achcha nhi lagta hamesha haste hue he achcha lagta h....&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_cool.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumtimes acts childish &amp;amp; sumtimes like a mature &amp;amp; sensible person.&lt;br /&gt;khana aur sona isk 2 sabse fav. kaam h,kabhi bhi sone ka bol do ise to ye so jayega&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;....iska lapy ye kabhi free nhi rehne deta h,hamesha kuch na kuch karta rehta h......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;movies,cartoons( gummy bears,aladdin,duck tales etc.) dekhna ise bahut pasand h..cricket aur football matches me bahut interest h......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;gussa bahut kum aata h ise par jab aata h to bahut khatarnak hota h,kab kis baat ka bura man jaye ya kis baat par ise gussa aa jaye koi nhi bata sakta...&lt;br /&gt;sabki bahut care karta h par kabhi apni feelings express nahi karta aur shayad isliye kabhi-2 ise samajh pana thoda mushkil hota h....&lt;br /&gt;meri har baat janne me ise bahut interest rehta h,me kab kisse kya baat kar rhi hoti hu isse ye sab pata akrna hota h....koi baat kabhi aisi nhi hoti jo ye kisi aur ko na bataye,kisi na kisi ko to bol he deta h&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;apni galti bahut kum accept karta h,atleast mere case me to kabhi nhi karta,ulta mujhi se sorry bulwa leta h.....&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static2.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_angry.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; 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border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jitna sidha ye dikhta h utna h nahi.....&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_cool.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamesha apne man ki karta h bahut kum kisi ki baat sunta h....kisi se party lena aur unhe gift dena kabhi nahi bhulta fir bhale samne wala kuch bhi kahe ya kare......kabhi dusro ki baat bhi maan liya karo especially meri&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static2.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_angry.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;yahi akela aisa h jisne pata nhi mere kitne sare pet names rakhe h,har thode dino me 1 naya naam milta h mujhe isse ( mene abhi tak tumhara liye nhi socha)......&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colg me sabse jyada sisters agar kisi ki h to vo isi ki h&lt;br /&gt;Frnds bahut sare h iske,pata nahi sabk naam yaad rehte kaise h ise bcoz he is bad at remembering names&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch different karne ka ise bahut craze h par iska kuch different hamesha ajeeb hota h( jaise vo ajeeb lambe hair vo bhi color kiye hue&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_funny.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last according to me he is a good judge of human nature also.....All the Best for Future &amp;amp; always remember ur sweet little sister!! Keep Smiling!!&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I thought to add the testimonials that people have written of me. In the hopes that they may have understood me better than i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;"&gt;May 6, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DIGITAL.i will try my best to not to write ur deadly mischiefs.....May be if i do that most of the gals may block u .like the Cosmo of jayesh, is that really of jayesh or urs ? Ahh man it's hard to unfold all good time we had together in our journey .One of the finest days of our life.We four not just frnds.Enjoying our engineering days,bachelors parties with soft drinks. being eccentric.evry1 knw u yar. u r 1 of the most famous guy in our class with ur hair growing long.ur own different style of long T-shirts.Pple often talk abt ur pungent smell.. OK i think we should skip that topic..U r the brother of half of the college gals..no one gonna forget ur patalpani pics.that was one of the weirdest pic i had ever seen .Ur room is our home during the exam times.Trying to explain each othr which we our self don't knw.The night we went out in the indore roads around 3 A.M.After college these r the things which remind me of u.He dare to laugh in front of&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Interstitial?u=http://hod.it/&amp;amp;t=AJVR8L9cswJNYSGD57eMR3pEoEknS_jdLRVF6BHPOhTLLepkcou6qJpV89btnA5JBcIcq4CgFTjFWubyjMexdr4Egu0z4qwcLwAAAAAAAAAA" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;HOD.it&lt;/a&gt;'s just a beginning of a new era for us.gud lck bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="DQ" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;" title="Sep 19, 2008 5:16:51 AM"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I thought to add the testimonials that people have written of me. In the hopes that they may have understood me better than i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="DQ" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;" title="Sep 19, 2008 5:16:51 AM"&gt;Sep 19, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Though I am writing this testimonial, yet honestly speaking, I really don't know what all to say....I mean, Harshal has been my friend since 8 years. In fact, he was my very first friend at Indore. And even today I can remember the warmth in attitude and spark in eyes and smile on face when he had welcomed a totally strange boy called "Rajat" into his St. Paul's class-room.&lt;br /&gt;
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But just as people say, rather "Sprite-people" say, 'Dikhave pe mat jao, apani akal lagao'- ye ladka vaakai kameena hai... apane ghar par to itna shareefon ki tarah rehta hai {especially when girls are around}, baki mere ghar par aake meri Wat laga ke jaat hai..&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, Ok, I think I am getting harsh on him.. but I just can't help it { ab bhadaas jo nikal rahi hai!!}. But sincerely speaking, this guy is really having a heart of gold.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;He is one of those from whom you can learn a lot. He is humble, He is damn patient { that's why he can always tolerate my non-sense even for long hours}, he is caring { again, especially for girls} and he is always helpful. He stands behind his friends { and in front of his girlfriends} like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, he has always been a window to knowledge. Every time we meet each other, he has always got one thing or the other to let me know of { ok, not only of his affairs, but even interesting scientific research}. He has been, and I hope remains forever, a great friend, advisor and guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, how can I forget?? I have been, in fact everyone who knows of it, jealous of his brilliant collection of books. Just as I mentioned, you can also learn the level of respect for Books...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;If you have really been patient to read this whole testimonial, probably you might have got an idea that Harshal is a "Flirt" { trust me, you are going in right direction!!} but No, he is, especially when he really wants to, a perfect Gentleman. He can be much more Formal and courteous than even me!! { you must be wondering ki main side by side apani tareef kyun kar raha hoon.. well dats ma style!!}.So Girls {espacially savita Tai}, need not to start getting ideas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's one side of Harshal. Now a testimonial includes both faces of the coin. He may seem practical and straight forward to many, but trust me, he is damn emotional too. Probably that is the reason why he is at times confused {just like me}. Even now, he is really trying hard to prevent his emotions flow out on the event of Tai's marriage. but then, that's Harshal - tough from outside and soft on inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;And now, as everyone who knows me knows, that i am a big-time lazy. So please, for rest of testimonial, refer to rest of testimonials written to him { I mean, jhooth bolne ki bhi ek limit hoti hai, main bhi ek limit tak hi jhooth likh sakta hoon}&lt;br /&gt;Just Joking dude... for me, you would always be a Gem of a person..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="DQ" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;" title="Aug 28, 2008 2:24:27 AM"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I thought to add the testimonials that people have written of me. In the hopes that they may have understood me better than i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="DQ" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;" title="Aug 28, 2008 2:24:27 AM"&gt;Aug 28, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been his friend from a long time...and as far as I know, Harshal is the most helpful creature on this planet. What I like the most about him is his 'Never Say No' attitude. He will just accompany his friends in almost every situation when they require him...He is a very interesting person.. always cheerful, a bit funny, Tech savvy, A good football player, very intelligent, very talkative, highly impatient, trustworthy.............................&lt;wbr style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;........ and above all a Great Friend. When you are with him it's guaranteed that you're having a very good and a memorable time of your life....And still that's not all.... the list is endless....Thanks a lot Harshal, for being my friend.....and for all the moments we shared together...........&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I thought to add the testimonials that people have written of me. In the hopes that they may have understood me better than i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;April 23, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;This intelligent guy is nice, faithful, ambitious, kind, enjoyable,&amp;nbsp;sensitive, caring, friendly,cool,full of life, cute &amp;amp; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;sweet.But, what he is, is true friend . Harshal enjoys every&amp;nbsp;second of life.He's unique, special,sensible, one of kind &amp;amp; i culd never hv found a better frnd.&amp;nbsp;U can have a blind faith on him...Jst as me..so he is among my&amp;nbsp;best friends. He's bad at names,loves to sleep n read novels.He's caring n helpful by nature, always available whn u need him, never says no&amp;nbsp;if he can help it, will never let you get bored, is a big&amp;nbsp;chatterbox. U'l never feel odd in his company. Whenever u want 2 talk&amp;nbsp;2 him u'l find him there. He is always there to help u, always in a funny mood,&amp;amp; ive never seen him serious. He's a prankster, &amp;amp; a very gud liar so&amp;nbsp;beware of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I thought to add the testimonials that people have written of me. In the hopes that they may have understood me better than i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
April 7 , 2008&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;welll.......in sahabjaade ke baare mein main kya bolun..............one of the best speakers i hav seen in my life...........and no doubt very hard working and intelligent ....possesses awesome combination of vocal skills and intelligence......and most importantly an interesting person.&lt;br /&gt;ok charhate, yaar ab isse jyada jhooth nahin bola jaata... .Isliye ab thoda sach. Ek number ka nikamma hai........aajtak isne sirf aur sirf ek treat di hai aur wo bhi tab jab meri jab khali thi aur wo bhi "aapas mein baaat li" .ye kabhi kisi ko chain se khane bhi nahi deta. Aur to aur koi treat de raha ho to he is the first one present there.&lt;br /&gt;newayz,Very nice person to be with and a very nice friend of mine . True that some of the moments with him in IIT ROORKEE &amp;amp; DELHI are those which i would cherish throughout my life...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I thought to add the testimonials that people have written of me. In the hopes that they may have understood me better than i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #00264e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
April 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;harshal ke baare main thoda mushkil kehna .hain.................he is digital tats means he likes gadgets and so on.............but jo bhi ho he is sweet caring and helping nature .............................kabhi kabhi ajeeb harkat karta hain................but thik hain hum chala lete hain................................but jo bhi he is always gud frd of mine.......................haan one never change for any one..............................haan ek baat to batana hi bhool gyi he like reading novels.....................haan ab bahut tarif ho gyi na................but jaise bhi ho yeh mere bahut acha frd hain.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;April 20, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;i don't know kaha se shuru karu....haan yaha se start karti hu harshal ko first time clg me dekha tha tab dekh kar laga yeh kid jaise dikhne wala ladka clg me kaise aa gya...phir baad me jakar pata chala yeh mera hi clsmate hain...cls me sab isse DIGITAL kah kar bulate hain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harshal is very intelligent,ache blogs likhta hain...haan thoda naughty hain but have very understanding and caring personality hain jo sabki help ke liye hamesha ready hota hain....yeh kabhi kisi ke birthday nai bhulta hain yeh sabse achi aadat hain....isme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab achai toh bahut ho gyi thodi burai bhi kar di jaye.....mujhe pareshan karna sabse buri aadat hain...aur logo se party magna..ulte kam karna yeh sab uski buri aadato me shamil hain.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harshal mera acha frd hain...god ko thanks aise frd se milvane ke liye...main hamesha god se pray karugi iski success ke liye..hamesha apni sis ko yaad rakhna...&lt;br /&gt;ALL D BEST for future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought to add the testimonials that people have written of me. In the hopes that they may have understood me better than i have.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;A Brother is a treasure and he being mine ,&lt;br /&gt;brings sunshine to brighten your days,&lt;br /&gt;that's found in his warm , loving ways.&lt;br /&gt;Prankster, cool dude, silent listener, practical,&lt;br /&gt;understanding and book worm( except course ones)&lt;br /&gt;in his own sense.&lt;br /&gt;Live Life King Size and enjoy it to the fullest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish joyful songs are always with you,&lt;br /&gt;so that your life is full of joys and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Your only cute, loving, pareshan karnewali,hitler ,&lt;br /&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b-ohsYO_ZZFJqX3KrRSD5iUVNDE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b-ohsYO_ZZFJqX3KrRSD5iUVNDE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It is an inference that came after years of watching the ways of the world. The educated masses are the ones that are more modest. It is people who have achieved great heights that realize the effort of others. It is a common tendency among the learning, which is to pull everyone down to push yourself up. It is the learned that will help others to grow and sustain together while pulling everyone up to where they are standing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have read it in the novel "Who moved my Cheese" and an old literature poem about how, 'Life is just an endless race.' People will always want to change and always seek to be better than others. It is not about being better but about being different. You may have beaten endless people to reach where you are but a true winner is the one who does not have to stand alone. It is a dream of every person no matter how small or big, to one day become successful in his own eyes. This success is no more of a myth than that of a perfect crime. You can never be more successful than a person next to you but you can easily be as successful. People with desire of money would say is&amp;nbsp;Carlos Slim(richest guy and yes it is not Bill Gates)&amp;nbsp;not the most successful. The answer is in yet another question 'Would you say he is more successful than Laxmi Mittal or Warren Buffet.' If you say yes to that then you should stop reading here as the concept is way over your head. Maybe try reading some years from now. Those who have understood, the concept is simple to be successful in life you must not put your success before others but with them. If you can do that no matter how unsuccessful you are, you will have the satisfaction of never being alone. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QMsY3tvP-x35ggc8ESwSg3jF2BQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QMsY3tvP-x35ggc8ESwSg3jF2BQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When we hear from our parents, how people use to live in the olden times. A picture is generated in our minds and that picture gets more clear from the readings of books from that era. It was the same from me and i had developed a vision that meant to me to be the golden period of humanity. It was never that people were not selfish then or there were no wars. It was the importance given to the human values and significance given to what was believed to be good for society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a modern time where people are unusually self obsessed. Where values such as truth and freedom have no meaning, and they have just became meaningless words. It raises doubt and concern on the direction of development. The reason people are now going into information age. They know what is right but what they don't know is doing the right thing. People know speaking truth is important and lying is a sin. What they have learned is the art of deception. We make our own secrets that we keep not realizing that only those have reasons to hide that believe they are in the wrong and such wrongdoings must be protected from the knowledge of society. While hiding feelings that may harm others is not in the wrong but hiding your own doings is simply knowing what was done was not right and trying to hide it makes the sin greater as it creates a coward who can not bear the consequences of his or her own actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they do not understand is that every truth comes out some day and all there fears may come true but hiding from that fear would never let you live like a man. Conquering fear is not in living with it but understanding it to remove it from your mind. Only then would you be able to truly conquer fear. So shun from keeping any form of secrets from your friends or anybody for that matter and you will see a change not only in your life but in the society itself. For when you change the society changes with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-8384916770512250648?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/aFwrke5TyPA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/8384916770512250648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=8384916770512250648" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/8384916770512250648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/8384916770512250648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/aFwrke5TyPA/truth-shall-prevail.html" title="TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2011/03/truth-shall-prevail.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8MR308eCp7ImA9Wx9bFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-6426536950044320792</id><published>2011-02-23T13:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:44:46.370+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-23T13:44:46.370+05:30</app:edited><title>Ambition</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_0n9JgmMsNpIYEl46YmbJcCEouY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_0n9JgmMsNpIYEl46YmbJcCEouY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It starts like a bud, and continues to grow.&lt;br /&gt;It meets us in bed, when dreams just flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began very small, for road was very long.&lt;br /&gt;I had many fall, only to make me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal was set, mind was prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes were met, as i just lingered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step i take, making huge mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;More progress i make, losing lot in stakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing lot of trouble, In form of many foes.&lt;br /&gt;Made me effort double, As new friends rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting every desire, is just a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;It gets us happier, creating much crackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ambition is achieved, satisfaction is complete.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fully perceived, living becomes obsolete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-6426536950044320792?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/hfifgREo7Pc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/6426536950044320792/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=6426536950044320792" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/6426536950044320792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/6426536950044320792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/hfifgREo7Pc/ambition.html" title="Ambition" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2011/02/ambition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AARXs4cSp7ImA9Wx5bEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-3927391690232168295</id><published>2010-10-27T00:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:32:24.539+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T00:32:24.539+05:30</app:edited><title>Imagination has a power you cannot imagine</title><content type="html">
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Though I may not have a penny with me but I can still imagine a life as the richest man in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination is also the root of discovery and invention. It is in this direction we should consider the power of imagination. Imagination is the constructive that has shaped the course of world throughout the history. An example is the world famous Newton's apple that is but a short meter of the reach of imagination in the complete discovery and understanding of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ways to harness and utilize imagination for betterment like for increasing productivity and allowing rapid growth and development of any manufacturing industry but constructing efficient machines. It also helps in enhancing ideas of marketing and advertising which allows the sales for a product to scale to very high proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we can use our imagination to make unimaginable changes in any and every field we desire to for it is a tool that can make our desires happen. There is a desire no one thinks as possible in the present scenario and thus largely escapes us, it is a desire to see a world full of peace and happiness. Is such a world possible in reality?  No. Is it possible in imagination ? Of course. Everything is possible in our imagination. Simply by imagining such a world allows our minds to ponder over the ways in which such a world can be made possible. I prefer to imagine a scenario in which all the countries in the world would peacefully coexist and everybody shall work together. Such imaginations though too far from realization is necessary to to establish hope of a better future for the generations to come and will make the people start transiting towards it. Every person working towards his imagination in this direction is making his imagination get closer to becoming a reality. It would take a massive improvement in our way of living to result into a better life for the living. So if you desire anything in the world "JUST LET YOUR IMAGINATION GO".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-3927391690232168295?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/HWppJssONNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://hubpages.com/hub/Imagination-has-a-power-you-cannot-imagine" title="Imagination has a power you cannot imagine" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/3927391690232168295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=3927391690232168295" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/3927391690232168295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/3927391690232168295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/HWppJssONNA/imagination-has-power-you-cannot.html" title="Imagination has a power you cannot imagine" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L1ANmak7aM/TMclkPQDSpI/AAAAAAAAMWw/IXOJ1AR5FVc/s72-c/unicorn001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2010/10/imagination-has-power-you-cannot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUHQXs4eyp7ImA9WxBaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-6609399354535369495</id><published>2010-03-27T00:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:23:50.533+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-27T01:23:50.533+05:30</app:edited><title>Born In The Wrong World</title><content type="html">
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It was being an altruist that was more important to me than being religious or social. I left social norms and laws, avoided the religion that i used to believe in quite a lot. People who know me now and how i avoid the religious events would be startled to hear that there was a time i remembered the whole "Hanuman Chalisa", lots of chapters of "bhagvat gita" and endless lines of prayers to be said from the time i woke up to the time i went up to sleep. I did not believe it would help others rather a way to self belief which made me the agnostic i am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family would never even know that most of the things i lost in my school time were the things i usually ended up giving to the needy. From the sweater i gave to a beggar on walk back home to the book i gave a friend 2 days from exams. Altruism became the hope i had in this world. This became the only true way to live life. It was the lack of benignancy that was the sole reason that i left a perfect girl of my dreams and am still unable to replace her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows the virtue of forgiveness and believe that every fault of theirs is pardonable because they believe that whatever the fault maybe they never meant any ill. This is one thing i found in every person i meet but i still could not find people easily forgiving. I have been trying to attain this virtue for a long time; For if i can forgive, i have already attained the virtue of tolerance, understanding, trust and non enmity. If there was a test of forgiveness i may guarantee i will get passed easily, for i never live in past and no deed in future is predictable. If i may tend to forgive i believed the world is all forgiving but it turned out to be the exact opposite. I found it the exact replica of Mark Anthony's lines which i may quote as i remember it now. "The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones". If there is a reason for it, i know it not. I believe life has plenty of lessons remaining to teach me maybe this will be one of those that may come later in life.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was time and memory i may have made a novel out of this one. But as it is but a page of my life i will leave it here before i end up losing hope in this world. There may come a day that i will find the world i believe should exist and then maybe i will come to read this page and think that everything in the world is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-6609399354535369495?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/w5IeZ1kpyVA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/6609399354535369495/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=6609399354535369495" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/6609399354535369495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/6609399354535369495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/w5IeZ1kpyVA/born-in-wrong-world.html" title="Born In The Wrong World" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2010/03/born-in-wrong-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCRns5eip7ImA9WxBbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-6619563567968005746</id><published>2010-03-19T12:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:29:27.522+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T14:29:27.522+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freedom" /><title>Importance Of everyone</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lU5z0EVAOj1TRiL8jbtZZUV7Kss/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lU5z0EVAOj1TRiL8jbtZZUV7Kss/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; A story about a man living an insignificant life but being so important to our world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always believed that it is rich and the helpful that are allowed to be kind and these are the most significant part of the society. What would happen to us if some cricketer gets injured and we lose a match. A lot as we tend to believe. What happens when a beggar next door gets killed in a road accident; we move on like nothing happened. Some who are kind and have some heart feel bad about it for a moment or two and fell quite happy with themselves for having felt so. Even they shall forget the incident in a day or two. If not think about it and plan something big but in the end just leave the whole thing as a new idea comes our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not mine to criticize the way of living of others but it was my heartfelt desire to aware people about the importance of very small people who though lead a insignificant part in our life, have been serving us and the society for a long time. In ways that we cannot even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had woken up early in the morning and tried to jog around. You will find plenty of early risers who have started their work long before you thought it was time to come out from your bed. One of them are the city cleaners. These government servants have been living a poor and simple life, cleaning up the streets and the parks including the household garbage that we tend to add to their work. Though the habit has developed more in today's youth it was not absent in the old days. It is the habit of carelessness towards the things that are not yours. If it is not littering and spitting on the streets, or throwing garbage in neighbor's lawn or just over the wall, then it is destroying monuments and damaging public property. What happens when there comes a day these people decide to take a holiday. What will be the state of life in the city. It would be a mess of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not just the city cleaners but every small person that is doing work to help maintain the balance that the so significant people of the society and the people like us have done to destroy. It is the gardener who plants and maintains the trees and orchids while we carelessly break the branches and pluck flowers and fruits and still believe in going green and speak on how the city needs more trees. There are the night watchmen that keep you safe in the nights endlessly every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of people from which these were but a few examples. My wish is only that the next time you see any man treat him like a person not be pitied but a person honorable to have served you and others, living a life few can imagine and living it for others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my friend on her birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-6619563567968005746?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/qC8x4Ulmnms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/6619563567968005746/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=6619563567968005746" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/6619563567968005746?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/6619563567968005746?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/qC8x4Ulmnms/importance-of-everyone.html" title="Importance Of everyone" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2010/03/importance-of-everyone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFQHg8cCp7ImA9WxBUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-1282204207925766690</id><published>2010-03-01T15:29:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:35:11.678+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-01T18:35:11.678+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>I'm my own happiness</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hAp9tX7mRPHfGpLuETrNuwmzW2M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hAp9tX7mRPHfGpLuETrNuwmzW2M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As I have always been telling others that if your happiness depends on others then you shall never be happy. The best reason for you to be happy is you. It is you who must search the joys of the world. If you look for your happiness in others then you will be disappointed one day or another. If you look for it in yourself then the only way you will be sad is when you will not be happy which in itself is an infinite loop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen some people enjoy life and a few become lonely just because they feel society is the answer to their happiness. People believe acceptance from the community is way to celebrate and be happy. While in reality community is nothing more than a platform for showing and spreading your happiness. In this era of community standings, defined lifestyles and overworked moneymaking mentalities; peace of mind can only be found in solitude. This corporate strategy is yet another proof of how one's life is his own to decide, design and develop. A single moment of solitude gives you the strength to fight all those tedious hours of work. Then why is it not possible that a single spark of happiness in your own self will provide you a way for fighting the sadness encapsulating your life and even spread some more around. Happiness is like the fastest spreading disease it just gets transfer from one to plenty in a matter of milliseconds. You smile and your friends smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my belief that every joke or laugh that you spread around creates an endless chain of laughter. It is the joy of every moment and somewhat ridiculousness of the situation that creates this laughter. I am not asking people to be ridiculous but just be joyous enough. When was the last time you were happy and when you were sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People believe in sharing the worries of others and their unhappiness. It gives force to the person to crossover the barriers of difficulties of life. How many of you have tried to remove sorrow than share it? Was the result same ? I hardly believe it would have been. It is better to invoke joy in person than let him ponder over the difficult phase of his or her life. A lot of people would believe what i am saying is right but some may have doubts about the whole idea. I am not leaving the option that some may oppose the idea completely. For those who believe as i do you already know that true happiness is also gained by helping those in need. People who have any lingering doubts, the best possible way to clear them is to experiment in life. Try living 6 days of life spreading and being happy and remaining as you now do. You will feel the change. Whenever you need help i will be there. For the non-believers only good luck for there life and may you join this chain some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-1282204207925766690?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/Tdql-a-sKxI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/1282204207925766690/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=1282204207925766690" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/1282204207925766690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/1282204207925766690?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/Tdql-a-sKxI/im-my-own-happiness.html" title="I'm my own happiness" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-my-own-happiness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQBRHwyeyp7ImA9WxBXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-5714076342003440368</id><published>2010-01-31T16:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:09:15.293+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-31T16:09:15.293+05:30</app:edited><title>Judgement Day</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fCBBBWGENmiO32yf2ybK1CiJdNI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fCBBBWGENmiO32yf2ybK1CiJdNI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To kuku didi, who gave me the idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in humane nature to trust the people around him. He believes that the people who talk to him, who need him and with whom he has all the fun are his/her friends. It is such friends that he desires. After watching the series like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. on television and the movies in Bollywood and Hollywood that are based on college and school life such beliefs only gain more strength. What they never realize is that friendship no matter how long it has been, friendship will never prosper as long as it has not been tested. Every time there is a difficult time in your life and your friendship survives through those difficult times its value increases manifolds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be my belief in school times that every person or rather every friend of mine would survive this test. Maybe it was my trusting nature that i believed every friend would survive till the end. I believed that if i were to test them, everyone of them would pass and for the rest of my life i would gain the best of friends. As much as the school friends had solidified my ideas, college broke that idea out of me. For college had other things in mind for me, i never found more distrust in my life that which i found here. I never even had to even try to test them because there friendship would fail me even when live posed its minute problems. they failed whenever they were tested. the moment you dins the diamond of the coal and you choose that this person can be trusted and you could trust him. It would be that moment onwards that you will be looking at him with a different prospective, a prospective of a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would desire to share with him, to know more about him and most important of all to trust in him a lot. You will believe that you have finally found your friend that you desired. It would be at this exact moment that you will find that your trust has been broken. You will find the reason due to which people used to call the world cruel. It would be after your trust has been broken that you will find yourself alone and you will never be able to trust any other person anymore. Every time a person starts to come close to you, you will remember the old days of your life and from then on create a mental shield and a invisible wall around you and the person you have met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the single break in the bond of friendship that is enough to destroy a lifetime of the feelings of friendship from a heart. The moment a person has lost his trust in friendship and companionship that he starts to live his life alone. He starts to find meaningless and from then on his mentality modifies into "to each his own self". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life i have seen a lot of people loose hope and trust but what i have found is that one of the worst among these people are the ones that have lost hope in friendship. So for the hope that was left in Pandora's box as the sole remaining right of living to humanity. Keep your hopes alive no matter how much and how many times it has been broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-7801185783769383846?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/53RKRUaAgZ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/7801185783769383846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=7801185783769383846" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/7801185783769383846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/7801185783769383846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/53RKRUaAgZ0/trusting-heart-unseen-betrayals.html" title="Trusting Heart, Unseen Betrayals" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2009/10/trusting-heart-unseen-betrayals.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDRnYzcCp7ImA9WxJaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-5779686789382413175</id><published>2009-08-05T00:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:31:17.888+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-05T00:31:17.888+05:30</app:edited><title>FOR THE DOUBT I SEE IN YOUR LIFE</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X4-ryhIPt44LzLSWCiPa44ljhco/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X4-ryhIPt44LzLSWCiPa44ljhco/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I AM WRITING THIS ONE FOR MY DEAREST SISTER ON THE DAY OF RAKHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this help you in your life and all your future en devours. The world is not different for it has people as human as ourselves living alongside us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i not see the true face of people? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because everybody has a side you have not seen and you only see it when you get too close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not selfish enough to see my own life?&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe because you were made to be the survival of good in this world. Believe in good and live in trouble is the way of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i fall in love? Why do i love people ? &lt;br /&gt;Love and care are yours to give. Give them by choice or give them to everybody. Whomsoever you give, do not plan on getting any back then yo would never fear to love nor care to be love. No matter where you or i go i will always love you remember that and stop caring for these common worldly people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people get jealous of me?&lt;br /&gt;You are my sister was that not enough for being jealous of you. Maybe because everybody wants success and you have it more than them. Those who compete or care never get jealous so let it be a point where you can test others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people pretend to me and i can't make out the difference in the beggining of relationship only?&lt;br /&gt;When anybody meets someone else he would always keep his best foot forward. To know somebody takes time. It took you many years to be who you are just as it took them it would at least take some days to know who they really are. Let this be a lesson so that you will learn and know that before giving a person a lot of time you can not under them fully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i believe people by their face value?&lt;br /&gt;Next time just do not see somebody's face before knowing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final unquestioned answer - In life you will make a lot of choices, some in which you will profit a lot, some in which you will fail. There are some that may be failing in the start but with enough patience and courage, you will always change it into best choice of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-5779686789382413175?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/3db2pjbWJnk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://fcc68387.linkbucks.com" title="FOR THE DOUBT I SEE IN YOUR LIFE" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/5779686789382413175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=5779686789382413175" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/5779686789382413175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/5779686789382413175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/3db2pjbWJnk/for-doubt-i-see-in-your-life.html" title="FOR THE DOUBT I SEE IN YOUR LIFE" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-doubt-i-see-in-your-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGSH85fip7ImA9WxJbF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-1331781276834926360</id><published>2009-07-28T12:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:02:09.126+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-28T13:02:09.126+05:30</app:edited><title>A Heart's tale on paths unknown</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LAya4X3-VyOsffRep75Mj6UFBFM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LAya4X3-VyOsffRep75Mj6UFBFM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I was younger, friends told me that they appreciate me because I am so ready to help them... a friend who listens, a shoulder to cry on, and has a ready advise for many of their problems. Now as an adult, friends still come to me in times of need and problems. Yet I don't see myself as effective as I was before. I wonder why... I'm not so compassionate now as I was when I was then... feeling the pain or lose or devastation of a friend... I feel I'm more detached... As if I'm just an observer from a faraway place and not really with my friend... I wanted to reach out, hug to soothe the pain, hold hand to comfort, and even just cry to let them know I'm feeling the pain... But I can't do it anymore. Sometimes I need to feel my heart if its still there beating, because I often think it has turned into a stone. I'm not happy about it anymore... I'm not content to just listen and give advice I wanted to be a real friend who is with my friend in times of need. What has lead me to these changes? Is it my past hurts and pain? The bad experiences that I had? Or the people who rejected and failed me too? I'm longing for that tender heart I once had, the heart of flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just in college so i am thinking i am still young. My friends would always come to me whenever they had any problems. Every time they had any problem they would come to me looking for solutions or help and for problems that can not be solved a person who will make them forget those problems. Even till this day people know me as "a person who is ready to help others in every condition" - i got this as message from "D".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that as we grow older our will for helping other is but the same. It is the degree of problems that increases. When you have got more friends with different problems and whose problems becomes more complex and difficult it is difficult to keep up. I always forget my problems pretty soon as if i never have any problems. So i never spend any time in solving my own problems. Some time in later stages of life with work or family or even life as it is, there may be some problems that i cannot solve or problems that i may need to solve if such things happens we will always look for others to help but then with our own problems to solve our mind is not solely helping but interleaved in solving our own and others problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to know that your help throughout your life was not so important to people you love and cared for. If you have cared for people enough then you look for similar care which you do not get in life. That is the loss of having a loving and compassionate heart in an impassive world but if you live strong enough then you will be the strongest man in the world even if it be for your own self. This has always been my aim in life, to be the strongest man in the world. Stop looking at others for help or consent to acknowledge your efforts. When you depend on anybody for help you always end up thinking that even when i help, still i do not get help so why help ? Well the best way is to stop depending and the next best stop thinking. I just take the not depending attitude in life. Also people who help like to keep low profile so i think when you help the others realize you have helped but do not acknowledge it but you should know deep in there hearts they have done that ten times. So let it be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-1331781276834926360?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/FsFIsRZmJS8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/1331781276834926360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=1331781276834926360" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/1331781276834926360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/1331781276834926360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/FsFIsRZmJS8/hearts-tale-on-paths-unknown.html" title="A Heart's tale on paths unknown" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2009/07/hearts-tale-on-paths-unknown.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDRX0_fip7ImA9WxJbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-6824909420687573051</id><published>2009-07-26T15:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:59:34.346+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-26T22:59:34.346+05:30</app:edited><title>Rainy Day - 21st June</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nrB2LhfMOrmneo7AbCZPFpN2EWQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nrB2LhfMOrmneo7AbCZPFpN2EWQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had told my friend that i am gonna write about this day so here i am writing after so many days. The day had started wonderfully as it was another one of the days of my holidays. The usual part of the day was getting up late, after having been slept at 3 a.m. in the night or rather we can say day. Getting up at around 11 and starting my computer even before brushing teeth. As had been most of my days this day too went on joyfully as i enjoyed the freedom of doing nothing as such and but anything i wanted which comes during the holidays. The best part was just starting and i found about it in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, i went shopping with a friend of mine which meant a difference from daily routine. Just bought some cloths for him and some gifts for his relations. It took us a lot of time to find parking space as we were in one of the busiest areas of the city (jail road). My training classes were just nearby so we shopped with ease till the last minute as there was minute chance of getting late. Finally when we had completed our shopping and i had left my friend to take a bus home. At this time the real essence of my story - THE RAIN - started to fall. I was just at a distance of about 1 kilometer from the class but even then till the time i reached the class i was absolutely drenched in water. It had rained cats and dogs, it was not even a rain but a heavy deluge. My t-shirt was so wet that when i took it off in bathroom to try to dry it, as i squeezed it the water which fell had filled half of a bucket. Lacking time i went to my class dripping loads of water, at every step that i took. I was the first to come to my class. The faculty there after seeing me so wet offered me not just any handkerchief or towel but the whole bedsheet. Few minutes of drying and standing below the fan had normalized me enough to be wet without leaving watermarks everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few moments later i got a call from my sister that she had reached the class and was also drenched pretty badly though not as badly as i was. So the size of the bedsheets were tested as we both had used it. We both were the only people on the class who made it that day as others didn't come due to the rain. That day was one of the best days of my life as i had the most fun i ever had with her. I do not know about her though, as this may not be the very best of her days, the reason for that will be clear later. So we both had lots of talk and fun with each other and yes also some few moments of studies that ended when the class got over around 7. What next ? The rain was still falling like Armageddon was close and the earth would end as one big water ball. The whole roads were flooded such that there was knee deep water just outside our class and all along the route. The icing on the cake was that my sister's vehicle wouldn't start. For half an hour, we took turns trying to kick start her ride which really told me that why a self start in my vehicle is so necessary. Finally we decided to leave her vehicle in the class itself and she took the ride back home with me. Well this is reason enough to make this ride a joy ride but this was not all the fun. Imagine travelling on knee deep water with continuous rainfall and you have your sister sitting behind you who has just recovered from an leg injury from an road accident. Even after all this we were travelling on new routes and dimly visible roads to avoid the roads fully submerged in water and craters(not holes). Well it was one heck of a ride. I will definitely remember this day for a long period and whenever i read this post again. &lt;br /&gt;For my sister thanks for making this day so special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-6824909420687573051?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/hg5SDcIETg8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/6824909420687573051/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=6824909420687573051" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/6824909420687573051?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/6824909420687573051?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/hg5SDcIETg8/rainy-day-21st-june.html" title="Rainy Day - 21st June" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainy-day-21st-june.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYARX48eip7ImA9WxJXGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-1545524913487963472</id><published>2009-06-14T12:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:52:24.072+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T12:52:24.072+05:30</app:edited><title>How to keep your friends forever</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DFS3Q87jpcThg_g1Ifpe2FwLCFs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DFS3Q87jpcThg_g1Ifpe2FwLCFs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Humans are social creatures and from the moment of birth we tend to seek our place in the civlization. Every person begins his life's journey by looking for companions who will be accompaning him throughout their lives. It is the companion with whom, we can share our feelings and belongings. This companion without whom our life will be a barren wasteland. Such companion is our friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young, we make friends very easily and it is at this time span that our friendship blossoms the most. It is the time when we just start to age that we become more and more choosy and possessive. It is from this time on that the only freinds we make are the ones that join us in our paths. We mostly make friends with the people that we study with, the people tha we play with and later the people that we work with. Every friend we make is thrust upon us by destiny. The ease of friendship is lost. So is the truthfullness and our nature of sharing everything that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one way to live and that way is to share. We never look behind to the days that when we shared our joys and sorrows with our friends. Our sorrows were not so sad and life empty but our joys would increase manifold. When we share everything with our friends our bonds are always very strong. For every friendship is based on trust and as long as your friend trusts you he will never leave you. What better way to prove your trust to your friend than haring every moment with your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step in friendship is forgiveness. Everytime you forgive your friend only brings you more closer to him or her. when you forgive somebody then he will that your trust in their friendship is more than any damage he may have caused and he will trust you evermore. The final piece in the puzzle of friendship is the most important one. It is respect for each others freedom. you must always respect your friends choices and assist them whenever you can and want to. If you cannot respect what your friend says or does then you will never be able to assume that they will respect your ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can have all of these virtues with every person that comes in contact with you then you will not only be the best of friends with everybody but also the luckiest person on the earth. It is only the luckiest person on earth that can share all his life surrounded by the best of his friends. It is such life that you must desire and make efforts for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405646768117532384-1545524913487963472?l=esteriantale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~4/BJtiYp2RMFA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://hubpages.com/_3lv3wc5x12iv8/hub/How-to-keep-your-friends-forever" title="How to keep your friends forever" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/feeds/1545524913487963472/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7405646768117532384&amp;postID=1545524913487963472" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/1545524913487963472?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7405646768117532384/posts/default/1545524913487963472?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZsuBS/~3/BJtiYp2RMFA/how-to-keep-your-friends-forever.html" title="How to keep your friends forever" /><author><name>Harshal Charhate</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106024065720572622893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QW_G_lgFNHI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMas/CywqbUK6iYQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://esteriantale.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-keep-your-friends-forever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MQ3ozfCp7ImA9WxRVEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7405646768117532384.post-4634088647259718177</id><published>2008-11-07T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:53:02.484+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-07T11:53:02.484+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nothing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="god" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="afterlife" /><title>Religion - Battle for Gods</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j8QVg6ub_P3MRSfo6GXSPs_zlz4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j8QVg6ub_P3MRSfo6GXSPs_zlz4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Battle of Religions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to avoid this one but with the increase in amount of people trying to convince me in Gods, Religion and Religious Ceremonies. I had to state the obvious. People believe in Gods for they believe in religion. Such is there belief sometimes that they even want to take the life of a fellow being to prove the supremacy of their own belief. My friends say these are kind of people who will kill for any reason, contrary to my belief that a man who kills others always has a reason to do so. So does religion only cause death or is it also the oracle of doom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods as we call them or rather God if You have your own sole belief. If i take my religion for example there are Gods for everything like the God of wind, fire, water, sky, and even death(similar to Greek, Norse or even Egyptian but more in number). Gods were supposed to do anything but they were similar to humans(having properties similar to them, properties like anger, revenge, even war). If you call them Gods then all living beings would be God. If your belief is that there is a sole creator that has created the world and looks after it then you may be near the truth but yet far away. There may be a single creator for somebody has to be there if a thing is made for having made it but then the cycle is a never ending one. Existence of something means creation of it and Creation requires a Creator then who created the Creator. When i was younger i had given a lot of thought to this. My only conclusion was that there was no God to start the world. Then what was there in the world? How did we or our creator come into being? The only answer is the existence of a non-existent world(A world of nothing). If I had to believe in any God the it would be a God of Nothing and we do not need to worship anything if we believe in nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A majority of people believe in after life. They think that as they never received any justice in this world they would get it in the another place after their death. Then why not die now if you dream of a place so great like heaven that is waiting for you on the other side. Why live in this world of diplomacy and survival. The reason is that there is no heaven and there is no hell. We came from nothing and to nothing we will go. So if you have anything to do or complete you will have to do it in this life and in this world. People who believe in parallel worlds. Just a friendly reminder that the sheer size of world is enough to have uncountable worlds at infinite distance from each other so that no world interferes with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to see even if the belief of God is established then there are various religions there to pray or praise them. Why is there a need for people to pray ? Priests say that God loves his people and he needs to be prayed; for him to help them. Tell me if you loved somebody you would want him to ask you every time he wanted or you would give him anything he wanted even if he doesn't ask for it.what about gifts then shouldn't they be given to people you love. These reasons deal with the concept of prayers. If not tell me how do you look at this world. A world that consists of poverty, war, sadness, hatred. If theses were created in this world by the creator then such imperfection or lack of control is nothing to be praised or thanked about. I would rather like to rebel against his judgment and creation and would recreate the whole world than live in this one suffering. So why would anybody want to thank him. There may be devil who created these but as everybody says the creator can only be one so he is either a God or a Devil. If it is Devil, then we can all agree on the fact that we would never ever worship a devil. Even if it is the God then who wants to worship a God who has created evil and vices in this world. He may have created good but why did he think important to also introduce evil. Is it not his weakness or are we just his tools so that he may watch and play with us. As long as i live i would think about these things and until i find proof about God i would live to be called agnostic. 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