<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Silly thoughts of Suraj Sharma</title><description>It provides some technical updates you should be aware of and some useful information about social media marketing, online marketing and some silly thoughts of SURAJ SHARMA</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</managingEditor><pubDate>Thu, 5 Sep 2024 01:56:49 +0530</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>It provides some technical updates you should be aware of and some useful information about social media marketing, online marketing and some silly thoughts of SURAJ SHARMA</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Education"><itunes:category text="Educational Technology"/></itunes:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>8 things to learn from Japan</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2022/05/8-things-to-learn-from-japan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Mon, 2 May 2022 17:55:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-8666803975560522126</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b id="yui_3_2_0_2_1301854109676137"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we get something good , Its good to share it with others. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b id="yui_3_2_0_2_1301854109676137"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. THE CALM&lt;br /&gt;
Not a single visual of chest-beating or wild grief. Sorrow itself has been elevated.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. THE DIGNITY&lt;br /&gt;
Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude gesture.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. THE ABILITY&lt;br /&gt;
The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didnt fall.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. THE GRACE&lt;br /&gt;
People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody could get something.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. THE ORDER&lt;br /&gt;
No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just understanding.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. THE SACRIFICE&lt;br /&gt;
Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How will they ever be repaid&lt;br /&gt;
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7. THE MEDIA&lt;br /&gt;
They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins. No silly reporters. Only calm reportage.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. THE CONSCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;
When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the shelves and left quietly!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b id="yui_3_2_0_2_1301854109676137"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GOD BLESS JAPAN AND ITS PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b id="yui_3_2_0_2_1301854109676137"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suraj Sharma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Holy Shit. . What a Ride . .</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2014/03/holy-shit-what-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2014 12:44:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-240916249732910679</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Hope Is A Good Thing, May Be The Best Of Things. And No Good Thing Ever Dies. . .&lt;br /&gt;
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#Shawshankredemption&lt;br /&gt;
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Suraj Sharma&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Hold on to your Friends . . .</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2014/03/hold-on-to-your-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Mar 2014 03:54:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-7373390532915990212</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;knew when you were young . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Suraj Sharma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Surajsome Quote. . </title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2014/03/surajsome-quote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Mar 2014 03:51:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-6394776176038786128</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Do not hurt when holding is enough ,&lt;br /&gt;
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Do not wound when hurting is enough,&lt;br /&gt;
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Do not maim when wounding is enough,&lt;br /&gt;
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And kill not when maiming is enough,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chronicles_of_Thomas_Covenant,_the_Unbeliever" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever&lt;/a&gt;. .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Family - Spend time with them</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2013/02/family-spend-time-with-them.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Fri, 1 Feb 2013 19:19:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-2288507927950145318</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take
another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this
other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a
widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made
it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her
to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a
surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant
to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought
about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”&lt;br /&gt;
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That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous
about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her
hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding
anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told
my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,
“she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our
meeting.”&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My
mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to
read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the
entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic
smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you
were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the
favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation –
nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We
talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she
said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I
agreed.&lt;br /&gt;
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“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much
more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so
suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I
received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place
mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I
wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates –
one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night
meant for me. I love you, son.”&lt;br /&gt;
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At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and
to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more
important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these
things cannot be put off till “some other time.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovNJsCogChaws8rE4aj4i2_QT-Fa4gyPENVj56NSxzP0HMxSh5CbRkueqWurruvZvSKXIH1Ll6VQ7QMV_DnXHwjQ364ftwk4Ag6PqHwDKa97SQfhSna-1kjNlqPvfrceaDlyhS2dPVuSe/s72-c/mother-and-son.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>A Letter from the common man to Damini - The Delhi Rape Victim.</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-letter-from-common-man-to-damini.html</link><category>Protest Against Delhi Gang Rape</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2012 11:46:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-2471727337231901460</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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This letter will probably never
reach you, Damini. And if by chance it does, I hope when you're feeling a
little better, you read it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Outside your room in the
hospital, outside the corridors smelling of medicine, outside the operating
theaters, the world is crumbling. Thousands of people are protesting, signing
petitions, updating facebook statuses, writing to the PM - all to bring justice
to the accused. Some people want them hung. Some want them castrated. Some want
them to be handed over to the public.&lt;/div&gt;
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Obviously, none of this will
actually happen.&lt;/div&gt;
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I read in an article somewhere
that death penalties can only be given to the rarest of rare cases. And (it
continued to say) that unless the victim dies, it cannot be eligible for a
rarest of rare case.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kasab qualifies because he killed
many in cold blood. Your rapists apparently don't.&lt;/div&gt;
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We live in India Damini. A
country of complications and contradictions. A country with age old laws and
age old people fiercely guarding them.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShP_zN_fqb8VQprNSY-LZI6pQKDY7WbzoeI76kfLh_D8opQ0FeglZuGJiDE10f8D62dGdcFfMlCm3gmPx-wfPJDZm7lC1TA_QkKbC7cBr8CZxxTGnvgaGpiPSDp3xiPAkWJNLRJeHUlMr/s1600/tear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShP_zN_fqb8VQprNSY-LZI6pQKDY7WbzoeI76kfLh_D8opQ0FeglZuGJiDE10f8D62dGdcFfMlCm3gmPx-wfPJDZm7lC1TA_QkKbC7cBr8CZxxTGnvgaGpiPSDp3xiPAkWJNLRJeHUlMr/s320/tear.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got an invite on facebook
today. It read "Save women". The event was at India gate, I believe.
I remember shaking my head when I saw the invite. Save women? All in the course
of one day?&lt;/div&gt;
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Things are not looking good Damini. Not for you, not for Delhi, not for India
and not for humanity. People are people, but only bodily so. Inside, they're
animals. A man guns down little children in a school. Someone murders his own mother.
Four drunk men rape and almost kill a defenseless woman. No, things aren't
looking good at all.&lt;/div&gt;
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Perhaps the damn Mayans were right. Perhaps the world is going to end.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because as far as I'm concerned,
this is the end right here. When humanity fails, there's nothing to look
forward to. All the education we've received, all the upbringing we've had, all
the degrees we've religiously collected, all the Gods and Goddesses we believe
in - amounts to precious little if at the end of the day, we're but as wild as
a beast.&lt;/div&gt;
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And even animals are better than
us.&lt;/div&gt;
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Outside the hospital, there's a
blame war raging. The BJP's blaming the Congress. The Congress is blaming it's
Police force. The police force is blaming the society. The society is blaming
the party in power. And so, like passing the parcel, everyone's shifting their
baggage of responsibility to the next person.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile, the people who really care, the people who are affected, are
organizing protests and candlelight marches. The people who care, are praying
for your speedy recovery.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because Damini, the truth is this.
Nothing else can be done.&lt;/div&gt;
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Shinde says measures are being
put in place. No more tinted windows. More patrolling. Speedier case hearings.
But you know and I know, and I know that you know that these are mere words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a few days, there will be more sensational news. (Paris Hilton coming to
India perhaps, who knows?) And you will be forgotten. Your case will suffer the
same fate hundreds of cases of despicable crime has suffered -they'll fall into
a void of nothingness.&lt;/div&gt;
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Damini, I wanted to apologize to
you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because I don't think you've
heard it yet. And you need to.&lt;/div&gt;
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I apologize on behalf of all the
men who stare, the men who strip women nude with their eyes inside lifts on a
regular basis. I apologize for the men who justify such acts by pointing
fingers at the clothes that women wear. I apologize for the police officer
whose hungry eyes make you think twice about writing a complaint.&lt;/div&gt;
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But most of all, I apologize for
the scarring trauma and pain my side of the sex has caused you.&lt;/div&gt;
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From all the Men, We wish you a
speedy recovery.. :'( :'(&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Dikshit&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShP_zN_fqb8VQprNSY-LZI6pQKDY7WbzoeI76kfLh_D8opQ0FeglZuGJiDE10f8D62dGdcFfMlCm3gmPx-wfPJDZm7lC1TA_QkKbC7cBr8CZxxTGnvgaGpiPSDp3xiPAkWJNLRJeHUlMr/s72-c/tear.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>As I Grow Up</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2012/05/as-i-grow-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Wed, 2 May 2012 10:31:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-189915190099832971</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8YUT9CzajB0DnpK6L-D3h-xLy2b8l53-pBBJwpiC41OBSbQKsgEAAxdfgzG8dmKo1cBthf__fSWmx0FqGjD-MDQp7VlEES3gn8wSsEzE0ADffsHYvm9WmGZl8YmSz3i716eTgHp9-9XX2/s1600/5644411699_3391cff081_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8YUT9CzajB0DnpK6L-D3h-xLy2b8l53-pBBJwpiC41OBSbQKsgEAAxdfgzG8dmKo1cBthf__fSWmx0FqGjD-MDQp7VlEES3gn8wSsEzE0ADffsHYvm9WmGZl8YmSz3i716eTgHp9-9XX2/s320/5644411699_3391cff081_b.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Kabhi pehli baar school jaane mein darr lagta tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aaj har rasta khud hi chunte hai..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Kabhi mummy-papa ki har baat sacchi lagti thi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aaj unhi se jhooth bolte hai..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Kabhi chhoti si chot kitna rulati thi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aaj dil toot jata hai phr bi sambhal jaate hai..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pehle dost bas saath khelne tak yaad rehte the,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aaj kuch dost jaan se zyada pyare lagte hai..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Ek din tension ka meaning maa se puchna padta tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Or aaj tension soulmate lagta hai..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ek din tha jab pal mein ladna, pal mein manana to roz ka kam tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aaj ek baar jo juda hue toh rishte tak kho jate hai..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sachi, zindagi ne bahut kuch sikha diya..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Na jaane rabb ne humko itna jaldi bada kyun bana Diya.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;- Dhaval Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.99labels.com/refer-a-member/gsurajsharma%40gmail.com.html"&gt;http://www.99labels.com/refer-a-member/gsurajsharma%40gmail.com.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure length="0" type="text/html" url="http://www.99labels.com/refer-a-member/gsurajsharma%40gmail.com.html"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>http://www.99labels.com/refer-a-member/gsurajsharma%40gmail.com.htmlhey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>http://www.99labels.com/refer-a-member/gsurajsharma%40gmail.com.htmlhey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail</itunes:summary></item><item><title>Main Khush hu</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/09/zindgi-hai-choti-par-me-khush-hu-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 09:58:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-1192779794316350764</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Zindgi hai choti par me khush hu, is time me khush hu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
in halat me khush hu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
aaj gadi me jane ka wakt nai hai, 2 kadam chal k hi khush
hu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
aaj kisi ka sath nai hai, kitab pad k hi khush hu,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
aaj koi naraj hai, uske is andaz me bhi khush hu,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
jisko pa nai sakti uski yad me hi khush hu,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
bita hua kal ja chuka hai, uski mithi yadein hai unme hi
khush hu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
haste haste ye pal bitenge, ye soch k hi khush hu,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
zindagi h choti hr pal me khush hu&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Suraj Sharma&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>HEY SLOW DOWN . . YOU MOVE TOO FAST .  .</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-slow-down-you-move-too-fast.html</link><category>Appreciate your life. Look for beauty.</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Mon, 5 Sep 2011 16:09:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-7568561059034495378</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Washington DC Metro Station, on a
cold January Morning 2007,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
The man with violin played six
Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately 2000 people
went through the station, most of them on their way to work.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
After 3 minutes a middle aged man
noticed there was a musician playing music. He slowed down his pace, stopped
for a few seconds and hurried to meet his schedule.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
4 minutes later: &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
The violin received his first
dollar. A woman threw the money in his hat and without stopping, continued to
walk.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
6 minutes later:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
A young man leaned against the
wall to listen to his music, then looked at his watch and started to walk
again.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;10 minutes:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
A three year old boy stopped but
his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the musician again
but the mother pushed him hard and the child continued to walk again, turning
his head again and again. This action was repeated by several other children. Every
parent without any exception forced their children to move on quickly.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
45 minutes:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
The musician played continuously.
Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but
continued to walk at the normal pace. The man collected a total of 32$.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
1 hour later:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
He finished playing and silence
took over. No one noticed, no one applauded and nor there was any recognition.
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNC-EV8vIUwp6htlQyKsf-fDX9UIXDLShFjMNmjlsrGf607hQ7fWDHaeP-UAf3UPYZQWZLFqQmXlS3ZFv-aQKDs9-kVWnZqxLjriVLDbVDbigWtgUFQCy4FzyUyVNpzr9tbtOBmIvE5BaD/s1600/JoshuaBell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNC-EV8vIUwp6htlQyKsf-fDX9UIXDLShFjMNmjlsrGf607hQ7fWDHaeP-UAf3UPYZQWZLFqQmXlS3ZFv-aQKDs9-kVWnZqxLjriVLDbVDbigWtgUFQCy4FzyUyVNpzr9tbtOBmIvE5BaD/s320/JoshuaBell.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one knew this but the
violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played
one of the most intricate plays ever written with a violin worth $3.5 million. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Two days before Joshua sold out a
theatre in Boston where the seats averaged $100.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Joshua Bell playing incognito in
the metro station was organized by Washington post as a part of social
experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
The question raised: &lt;b&gt;In a common environment
at an inappropriate hours do we perceive beauty ??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Do we stop to appreciate it??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Do we realize talent in an
unexpected context??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
One possible conclusion reached
from this experiment could be this : &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
If we do not have moment to stop
and listen to one of the best musicians of the world, playing some of the
finest music ever written, with one of the beautiful instruments ever made. . .
.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;HOW MANY OTHER THINGS ARE WE
MISSING ???????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;HEY SLOW DOWN . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Look for beauty, its around you, everywhere. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;YOU MOVE TOO FAST .&amp;nbsp; .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNC-EV8vIUwp6htlQyKsf-fDX9UIXDLShFjMNmjlsrGf607hQ7fWDHaeP-UAf3UPYZQWZLFqQmXlS3ZFv-aQKDs9-kVWnZqxLjriVLDbVDbigWtgUFQCy4FzyUyVNpzr9tbtOBmIvE5BaD/s72-c/JoshuaBell.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><georss:featurename xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">19.0176147 72.8561644</georss:point><georss:box xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">18.7774257 72.5403074 19.2578037 73.172021399999991</georss:box></item><item><title>An Evening that just went by. .</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/08/evening-that-just-went-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2011 00:59:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-7717528969956252234</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I m sitting near a beach.. On black rocks.. I can see sun setting down in front of me but on the horizon..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;far away behind the enormous sea water.. There is just water and sand, as far as my sight can go..splashing waves.. hitting those black rocks.. Again n again.. Sea is on its worst ..i can see light beaming at the light house.. White pure beam of light.. cold gush of air hitting me as it is trying to tell me something..&amp;nbsp; I m just sitting watching the sun go down.. setting another day in my life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This place bring some good feelings to me.. The gentle breeze touches me to give away my pain to her as it will take them with her.. The waves force me to wash away my worries... The sun telling me to get over with things from the past.. The black rocks never give up facing the sea..they lie there in the middle of the sea till the end of their lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There is a man sitting here alone ...somewhat far on the same edgy slope... silent.... Not talking..it seems he just want to ease off pains of his lives... Just looking towards the sea with expectations that it will help him heal himself.. Make him believe that he will be happy tomorrow.. There will be friends with him tomorrow.. Life will be more lively .. Even.. Not rough.. He will b able to fly ..like the bird he is watching .. flying around horizon deep in the sea.. Sea of freedom.. Breaking shackles of his rigidness.. His fears.. His worries for the&amp;nbsp; future.. His regrets from the past.. And do whatever he ever wanted to do in life.. With risking it all..&amp;nbsp; And not even worrying of what may happen..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For I have seen how sad can time make u sometimes.. That your heart aches every night when u go to sleep.. It cries for help.. Not to hit it with a knife everyday.. N feel like listening to loud songs to cut itself from environment around himself.. To find some solace from the everyday sadness.. N for once b happy.. May b for the first n last time after this sad phase.. Smile from within.. Without grudges.. N just keep smiling.. :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Everything We Do Make A Difference</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/08/everything-we-do-make-difference.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2011 15:20:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-8281029211270307474</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;There was a man taking a morning walk at or the beach. He saw that along with the morning tide came hundreds of starfish and when the tide receded, they were left behind and with the morning sun rays, they would die. The tide was fresh and the starfish were alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The man took a few steps, picked one and threw it into the water. He did that repeatedly. Right behind him there was another person who couldn't understand what this man was doing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He caught up with him and asked, "What are you doing? There are hundreds of starfish. How many can you help? What difference does it make?" This man did not reply, took two more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said, "It makes a difference to this one."&lt;br /&gt;
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What difference are we making? Big or small, it does not matter. If everyone made a small difference, we'd end up with a big difference, wouldn't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Fall in Love Once</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/07/fall-in-love-once.html</link><category>Love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 14:24:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-8386436858499419133</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaK5W8Or37vGA5LnspB5Xxu52XO2yuQ7V199yhWYDaQyRJ48hmWk_vIhwv0KiFaynlOYqZvSB1kgKUGdME6PqjlpMotXmqRHH7yM4akvsbLSmrkEcuCldpOsop_sQx9SgxOFxPoowuntl/s1600/270398_219433348079392_176738595682201_714328_1544151_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaK5W8Or37vGA5LnspB5Xxu52XO2yuQ7V199yhWYDaQyRJ48hmWk_vIhwv0KiFaynlOYqZvSB1kgKUGdME6PqjlpMotXmqRHH7yM4akvsbLSmrkEcuCldpOsop_sQx9SgxOFxPoowuntl/s320/270398_219433348079392_176738595682201_714328_1544151_n.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;love this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Love is when ~....♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥ He starts geting serious abt his life, n she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;stops thinking abt it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;...♥ He starts saving money 2 spend nly 4 her, n&lt;br /&gt;
she nvr stops spending on hrslf..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
♥ He stops smokin, drinking jst 4 her, n she&lt;br /&gt;
starts alarming abt it nt 2 hv thm..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
♥ He starts geting crazy on her evry move, n she&lt;br /&gt;
start realising hw beautiful is she 4 sm1..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
♥ He starts teling her evry little thing, n she&lt;br /&gt;
starts talkng abt useless thngs..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
♥ He stops sleepng jst 2 c her sleep, n c start&lt;br /&gt;
sleepng jst 2 let him luk at her..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
♥ He starts geting close 2 her, n she stops him&lt;br /&gt;
nvr 4 dis..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
♥ He stops luking at othr grls, n she starts&lt;br /&gt;
geting serious abt her own luks..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
♥ ♥ Falling in Love is d best thing in lyf...!!! ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaK5W8Or37vGA5LnspB5Xxu52XO2yuQ7V199yhWYDaQyRJ48hmWk_vIhwv0KiFaynlOYqZvSB1kgKUGdME6PqjlpMotXmqRHH7yM4akvsbLSmrkEcuCldpOsop_sQx9SgxOFxPoowuntl/s72-c/270398_219433348079392_176738595682201_714328_1544151_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A Quote</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/07/quote.html</link><category>Life Quotes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Thu, 7 Jul 2011 14:09:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-8998830004903115691</guid><description>I Just love this one :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Certain Paths are smooth , Gentle and Straight of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Others, Rough and Twisting and Full of thorns, are Unavoidable Courses of Tribulations&amp;nbsp;for Ethereal Beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Whatever Road you Choose to Take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;Do not Simply Walk on it But DANCE !! For each Pathway is Traveled but Once&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;br /&gt;
:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>8 Things To Learn From Japan</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/04/8-things-to-learn-from-japan.html</link><category>Japan Learnings</category><category>suraj sharma</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Mon, 4 Apr 2011 00:13:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-8182319943825991058</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you get something good Its good to share it with others. .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Impressive Learnings from Japan. .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. THE CALM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Not a single visual of chest-beating or wild grief. Sorrow itself has been elevated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;2. THE DIGNITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;3. THE ABILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didnt fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;4. THE GRACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody could get something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;5. THE ORDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;6. THE SACRIFICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How will they ever be repaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;7. THE MEDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins.No silly reporters. Only calm reportage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;8. THE CONSCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the shelves and left quietly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;GOD BLESS JAPAN AND ITS PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suraj Sharma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>We Are the Champions -  WE WON. . INDIA...</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-champions-we-won-india.html</link><category>India the champons</category><category>World cup 2011</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Sun, 3 Apr 2011 00:08:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-3793724858212567284</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wow, What a tour, What a tournament, .&lt;br /&gt;
Its summer of '99 &amp;nbsp;I watched cricket for the first time(world cup), and It took 12 years to see what I have always wanted to see , The ultimate Wish I had in Cricket. Its Becoming the World Champion, Raising the Cup. And now&amp;nbsp;We are the World champions 2011, We won the world cup. .&lt;br /&gt;
Something that was concerning me before this world cup was Yuvraj Singh's form. But as the world cup progressed he started showing us the best cricket he had in him. I always thought, &amp;nbsp;to win this cup Yuvraj being in the form matters the most. And well he did the best in all areas - batting , bowling and fielding - the Man of the Tournament. There had been the Brilliant fielding performance by Raina and Yuvi in Knock out matches. And It raised the standard of the team in the tournament, which ultimately helped us to win this.&lt;br /&gt;
Well it was a great team effort , especially during the knock out matches.&lt;br /&gt;
The two teams I was scared before the tournament - South Africa and Srilanka. We lost against SA, but we won in final against Srilanka the Rival who had always doing great in any finals against India. Well Played Srilanka - Sorry It was against India you were playing, and the Cup was already destined to be with us..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In his 20 years of cricket life, Sachin Tendulkar had many achievements in his name but I was impressed by his performance only after 2009. With the age he has matured, He is the most taleted cricketer , no doubt in it. But in recent years we can see some good examples of a great person in him, With all records already in his name, Now he Finally has a world cup, The cup without which his cricketing career would have been incomplete. Well done Sachin.&lt;br /&gt;
Well to tell about Dhoni , &amp;nbsp;A leader of strength , composure, humbleness, got a T20 World cup for us and now this one with a brilliant knock in the final.. And a Lucky guy as well. .:)&lt;br /&gt;
Under his captaincy Now we are the No 1 team in Test Cricket and ODI cricket.&lt;br /&gt;
We are The Champions everywhere , Proud to be so. Well , got tears in eyes after the cup. emotional moment. its time to &amp;nbsp;Party now. . Cheers. .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suraj Sharma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-dont-take-this-as-quiz-just-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Sat, 2 Apr 2011 11:44:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-592133547479769275</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just don’t take this as a quiz, just read straight. . It has got an Awesome message. .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world. .&lt;br /&gt;
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. .&lt;br /&gt;
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest. .&lt;br /&gt;
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize. .&lt;br /&gt;
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor actress. .&lt;br /&gt;
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners. .&lt;br /&gt;
How did you do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. .These are&amp;nbsp;no second-rate achievers. .They are the best in their fields. .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel, appreciated and special.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you. Easier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; The people who make a difference in your life are not&amp;nbsp;the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.&amp;nbsp;They are the one who you remember forever&lt;/b&gt;. Do something good for others every day. It might be not disturbing them for a day if it provides happiness to them. If you find difficulty in understanding someone, just try to put yourself in their shoes and you will find it much easier. Care for others, keep them happy. This happiness is even bigger than any other biggest pleasure in the world. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>May be I should Have Posted this earlier.</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/03/may-be-i-should-have-posted-it-before.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 00:41:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-8864363777224334854</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe. . .we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGx65a1_Pwp7V4qfdUKbIoZQ41-ciWP4QIBJgMV0e12z-Il4KsTCymY64ZR9mjPbD5LXPEIa_dGjlu20dLsbaMCIkgf-6RGlolOV4krcOwtpsjg_jjgGi6KjyAf-h1r3IneiAiMCXXG8B/s1600/inspiring.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGx65a1_Pwp7V4qfdUKbIoZQ41-ciWP4QIBJgMV0e12z-Il4KsTCymY64ZR9mjPbD5LXPEIa_dGjlu20dLsbaMCIkgf-6RGlolOV4krcOwtpsjg_jjgGi6KjyAf-h1r3IneiAiMCXXG8B/s320/inspiring.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . . it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . . the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Maybe . . . the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . . you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . . there are moments in life when you miss someone — a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child — so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Maybe . . . the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . you should always try to put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Maybe . . . giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn’t, be content that it grew in yours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . . happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . . you shouldn’t go for looks; they can deceive; don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe . . you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Maybe . . . you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGx65a1_Pwp7V4qfdUKbIoZQ41-ciWP4QIBJgMV0e12z-Il4KsTCymY64ZR9mjPbD5LXPEIa_dGjlu20dLsbaMCIkgf-6RGlolOV4krcOwtpsjg_jjgGi6KjyAf-h1r3IneiAiMCXXG8B/s72-c/inspiring.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Make Your Moment, Live Your Life</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/01/make-your-moment-live-your-life.html</link><category>inspiration</category><category>inspiration story</category><category>live for others</category><category>suraj</category><category>suraj sharma</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 23:15:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-707353209878789832</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Give it a thought. You are born, you spend most of your life working hard, trying to make something of yourself but when you die, you simply go back to where you started and you end up with exactly what you had when you started… nothing. &amp;nbsp;Yes, this world is ironic. Life itself is ironic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So How can be life meaningful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is an interesting character in me. I have an interest to observe people in crowd. It might be because of my behaviour that whenever I am out and idle I just look at the people around me. The person who first catches my attention in such situation would be the one who is different than the other in the crowd, the one who seems to be in same situation as I had been in sometimes in my past or even some children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes its really funny to watch, some people make us realise that how lucky we are, some are pathetic and some inspire me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try to go through the person silently, trying to know what might be in their mind. There are lots of people who had inspired me and they would be unaware of the fact that they just had got one more fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my eagerness to know about people from different demographics, Grandma is different. She is my neighbor who lives just opposite to the place where I live. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She is 84, sick often and lives alone. By the time I have grown a good relationship with her. She has poor sight but still finds me the one who reminds her of her grandson. She does help us for in case we need any help. The thing to observe with her is that she is too weak to walk and often complains with me that she doesn’t want to live any more. I always tell her to have fun. And she finds it very funny. Lolz. She tries to make sure that we get the things we deserve in the society. It makes me sad that she always says she is no more living her life. She says she is just waiting for the day when she would be free from this world. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So I talk to her more often for the reason that she should not feel alone. Sometimes I even crack jokes so that it brings smile in the face of the person who is not living a life but just waiting for the time to go. She just smiles and say “Beta ab to kya , Umar ho gayi , aur kya kar sakte hain”. I never accept failure and so I continue insisting her to take care of her by anyways. I just try to take some time for this just because a little care would make her happy and smile, even though a little. God bless her. . And pray that her remaining life get colorful with more people bringing happiness in her life and making her feel that she is not alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;When you&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;pray for others God listens to you and blesses them..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;And sometime when you are safe and happy remember that Someone has prayed for you&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t say the above action will make me legacy. It not only about leaving examples. Its about how you spend your time, moment that makes our life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I believe in making people surrounding me happy. Have you ever realised the happiness that you feel when you find out that your some actions have given some happiness to someone. Its an wonderful experience na. Try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earlier I asked, “How can life be meaningful?”&amp;nbsp; The only answer that I can come up with is – if your life has meaning to / for somebody else’s life, then your life will continue to have meaning after you are gone, because the legacy of your actions for others will continue to live after you are no more. Think about all those great people who made a difference throughout history. The legacy of their actions continues to live on long after their deaths. Their lives had meaning simply because their lives have meaning to us…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is about happiness, your happines and the happiness you give to others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life truly has meaning when you stop living for yourself and you start living for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Empty Mind</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2011/01/empty-mind.html</link><category>my dream</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 19:16:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-477918354236153468</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many moons have passed since last I updated the blog.. it is just got really busy with a “Memorable Home Tour, Exams and a job (my first one),. It has been a month I started writing a post and it is yet to be completed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is one more year added to my age between these two posts. But after this milestone I am feeling younger and stronger &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;than the previous times( the curious case of Suraj Sharma - I have turned 21 now). &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been the case with me always that I do not believe in New Year, Resolution, birthday etc. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I don’t complain about those who wait for new year to make some resolution but it is that I just don’t believe in making a new resolution every year and breaking it. This year did bring some changes in me. The difference lies in forcing myself to be happy in case of some problems in those days to happening the same without any effort these days. I hope this continues . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And something funny is happening these days. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have been getting a B.E.A.utiful&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;view of a place in my dream. It’s a place I have never visited - &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I am traveling by bus, crossing a bridge where I see a fabulous sunset view of a red lake , amazed by the view I regret for not bringing my digi camera with me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This has happened to me more than 3 times. I am not able to find the reason for it. But I will try that next time I visit that place I am there with my camera , will capture it and post the picture in my post. Lolz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Wake Up Carrier</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2010/11/wake-up-carrier.html</link><category>Future of VoIP</category><category>VoIP to replace Carrier</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 10:22:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-280628527674994591</guid><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9OEzRGKBlGZ5DvU0XhAP-TWpKcEOvy5TmhgR6sVt67jLKEVFzbgmT-gQBpVFcaA8lFP5CNh-ONu95jz4gQP_yN6GTkJzCPxHVTu9ROQC1mPIweJXi0M4zt6csN08mhC9hOPQwga1A0gX/s1600/logo_voip2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9OEzRGKBlGZ5DvU0XhAP-TWpKcEOvy5TmhgR6sVt67jLKEVFzbgmT-gQBpVFcaA8lFP5CNh-ONu95jz4gQP_yN6GTkJzCPxHVTu9ROQC1mPIweJXi0M4zt6csN08mhC9hOPQwga1A0gX/s200/logo_voip2.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;It was a time when VoIP used to be in the news and geeks used to like it just because it was a change and it did things in more techie way even though the quality of service it provided were substandard. In spite of its lousy quality people found it something interesting to try because it was free of cost in the internet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;And now again it seems like there is endless news around messaging, VoIP and video calling and lots of organizations actually implementing VoIP in their organizations. They are growing very fast recently and lots of companies adopting it in their products. Google Voice, Skype services, and Apple announcing Facetime Support for the Mac with 19 million such devices shipped since June, might explain how it has captured the attention of the big companies as they see a big emerging market in it. The issue in VoIP still remains because of a conception that still there are technology issues in it but it needs to be understood that it is the next generation of network technology and can’t be ignored.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;The way messaging, voice, video, and chatting applications are on fire lately implies that VoIP will be the biggest competitor of carriers and finally the winner. It means that soon Carriers will become irrelevant in Voice and Messaging. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;At present because of telco monopolies these companies are very slow to respond to the change and innovation. On the other hand VoIP is getting advanced both in technology and services day by day. And in Indian context, Gosh..! 3G is yet to be implemented by these companies. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Right now VoIP applications like Skype enable its users not only to make voice and video call but provide other services like enabling the user to view distant users desktop and lot more. Now Imagine the future of communication on your smartphone: you’re on a video call with your significant other across the world on different networks, you tap your screen, and instantly their phone screen mimics yours as you flip through photos of your trip while continuing your call. Or imagine sending out an MMS to a group, and when each of your friends open it they immediately tap into a live HD audio/video stream which you’re broadcasting to everyone. No delays, no dialing, and no going in and out of different apps—it just works. All of these amazing use-cases, and more, will be enabled by 4G wireless standards. This is because 4G is 100% IP-based, which is what the internet was founded upon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Today, voice is routed separately from data on mobile networks due to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“circuit-switched” architecture. With LTE, the first phase of 4G, voice and video sessions will be packetized and sent over the network from a smartphone just like any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;oth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;er application layer data, which will open a range of new capabilities. This is because the future in mobile communication is being written at the application layer — both by innovative giants like Apple and Google, and smaller startups such as GroupMe and Twilio — not at the infrastructure layer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;rriers had a chance to provide a better voice and messaging experience with 4G, and to charge a toll for that experience, but they are missing that window. What the carriers really need to do is get out of bed and resolve how voice will be packetized, then move forward and deploy it but right now they are not interested i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;n doing it because they have better profit at the carrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;This kind of slow change and lack of innovativeness at the carrier will lose its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;customer to VoIP with new and better services to be provided at lower cost in future. This provides a scene that there is going to be some big Mergers and Acquisition at the telcos if they don’t provide the services at the application layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9OEzRGKBlGZ5DvU0XhAP-TWpKcEOvy5TmhgR6sVt67jLKEVFzbgmT-gQBpVFcaA8lFP5CNh-ONu95jz4gQP_yN6GTkJzCPxHVTu9ROQC1mPIweJXi0M4zt6csN08mhC9hOPQwga1A0gX/s72-c/logo_voip2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>ShivaDMD Health and Education Trust</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2010/10/shivadmd-health-and-education-trust.html</link><category>DMD</category><category>Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy</category><category>ShivaDmd</category><category>suraj sharma</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 09:58:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-3941518961140761657</guid><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ0XUdNT_X7jDp8z-Y9_BlH1TB9Ks1lRuYEBJElu18ogumgsn8LpD0LzxJdenczBbKfKFmeqJbGbYXqnC_ipMpXfOil1df5bfKdsq0vIiHH-Y6gdSHpNEcYGzEU9ZbP1uG2WwFXvSxYa2/s1600/DSC06960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ0XUdNT_X7jDp8z-Y9_BlH1TB9Ks1lRuYEBJElu18ogumgsn8LpD0LzxJdenczBbKfKFmeqJbGbYXqnC_ipMpXfOil1df5bfKdsq0vIiHH-Y6gdSHpNEcYGzEU9ZbP1uG2WwFXvSxYa2/s320/DSC06960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It was just few months’ back we lost a sweet and typical 13 year old boy named Shiva. He was living with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, a cruel and unforgiving muscle wasting disease that will cut short one’s life if a treatment does not come in time. Actually there is no proper cure for DMD. Like 35% of cases, Shiva DID NOT inherit DMD, it is because of his body's own spontaneous mutation that he suffered from DMD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He was the boy with full of intelligence and determination. He used to be one of the top scorer in the class. He was better in understanding the purpose of life than other guys of similar age. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The words he used to say often was “&lt;b&gt;There is no limit for dreaming&lt;/b&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jab Sapne hi dekhna ho toh bada dekho na.. Sapne dekhne me kya jata hai..??"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And his principles were “When it is about dreaming then don’t get scared to dream too high. You are not going to lose anything but, by doing so, you are increasing your scope”. And when it comes about charity he used to be the first to help used to criticize the people not believing in charity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;“Help others and you will get them back for sure.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He never dreamt low. It used to surprise everyone around him that a boy of thirteen year had so much to dream about his life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He is no longer with us but he left behind his principles for us to live with. On his name &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;ShivaDMD Health and Education Trust&lt;/b&gt; was started.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Then Recently we met a boy named Shivam. Shivam could be described as your typical sixteen year old boy. Shivam is a ticking time bomb as he was recently diagnosed with DMD.&amp;nbsp; He loves playing cricket and he is one of the biggest fans of Sachin Tendulkar. He even has a bat signed by Sachin Tendulkar and inspires to meet Sachin ONE DAY VERY SOON. He loves other sports as well and wait till early morning to watch FIFA or Olympic in TV. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He is a popular member of his class at school, where he excels at reading, mathematics, art and computers. He used to spent spends his playtimes doing his best to keep up with his friends but he is becoming physically weak because of which he feels like he is losing his friends slowly. He loves playing Computer Games and these days he is more into it and watching sports. Shivam is fascinated with other countries, the people, and their way of life. He follows news more than us and used to have in-depth thoughts about them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He misses playing cricket these days, and his body is losing strengths. He no longer can count on his muscles and needs support to sit, walk, write or eat. He recently passed HSC with very good mark of 73%. I personally checked his mark sheet and found it very impressive. His Doctor feels that he no longer could study and sit in exams. He needs regular exercise and is being treated for DMD. Unfortunately, medical science has not discovered any effective treatment strategies against the disease that is slowly destroying the muscles in his body. It is said that he will eventually lose the ability to walk followed by the ability to breathe. His heart will slowly lose its ability to function. At this moment in time, there is little that anyone can do about it. Sometimes a little improvement in him after stem cells, each injection costing 2 lakhs Rs, gives us hope that he would be able to play like his friends very soon. But everything looks dark when his doctor says If there are no significant research advances made soon or may be if not given a proper treatment, Shivam will face certain death .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As his mother with a big hope in her thinks that in future she could see Shivam finishing his studies and backpacking around the world. She dreams him commencing a creative career dedicated to his work, just as dedicated to his play. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our dream for Shivam is to have a long, happy, and fulfilling life in relative health so that he is here with us to fulfill his dreams&lt;/b&gt;. WE have already lost enough children because of DMD and we don’t want to lose more. We have been working on it and for the dreams of every other child and their parents who has got such incurable disease. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it will take the help of people like you to see this dream come true. Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shivadmd.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;www.shivadmd.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; to help us end Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100001271454444"&gt;ShivaDMD in Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/shivadmd"&gt;ShivaDMD in Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Profile?uid=10374598426061709450"&gt;ShivaDMD in Orkut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ0XUdNT_X7jDp8z-Y9_BlH1TB9Ks1lRuYEBJElu18ogumgsn8LpD0LzxJdenczBbKfKFmeqJbGbYXqnC_ipMpXfOil1df5bfKdsq0vIiHH-Y6gdSHpNEcYGzEU9ZbP1uG2WwFXvSxYa2/s72-c/DSC06960.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Me in Google Me</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-in-google-me.html</link><category>Google Instant</category><category>Google me</category><category>Social network</category><category>suraj sharma</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Sat, 9 Oct 2010 11:55:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-5714749255774776567</guid><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There has been rumor in the internet for a long time about Google me – Google’s super social network. It was according to a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kevinrose/status/17132231117" target="_hplink"&gt;tweet&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from Digg founder Kevin Rose long back, Google is preparing to launch a rival social networking service called "Google Me." &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704285104575492440245394392.html"&gt;The Wall Street Journal&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39180149/ns/technology_and_science-tech_and_gadgets/"&gt;Reuters&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;quoted Google CEO Eric Schmidt saying the company will integrate social networking elements to its services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00FIH3gwfgzWWEu8UofNxpl1cY1u-rotN5AbCBFtshAKmsZ2UrbmnZIdrxhfwzeiEXJYtVwHyrbHk4Axr40gTg7abkbVyYRR_Hc7BgCm-VjJcBhsZg4_pGnA4bNuPAJNgATftzlF9LcYz/s1600/googleplex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00FIH3gwfgzWWEu8UofNxpl1cY1u-rotN5AbCBFtshAKmsZ2UrbmnZIdrxhfwzeiEXJYtVwHyrbHk4Axr40gTg7abkbVyYRR_Hc7BgCm-VjJcBhsZg4_pGnA4bNuPAJNgATftzlF9LcYz/s320/googleplex.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To see at Google’s history, Google has made a number of attempts to corner the market of Social Sites, with limited success at best. Back in February, Google had launched its Twitter competitor, Buzz, which was a big failure, and was roundly condemned for the perceived privacy issues surrounding that service's e-mail integration. Buzz was like Twitter meets Digg and not a true social networking site where you can spend virtual time with your friends. Google Profiles, Social Search being Google’s other properties of Google with some social networking features are not a called a success as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Google’s Social Networking Site “Orkut” launched in 2004, was hit in India and Brazil. However, it hardly carries the same cache as other Google properties in other part of the world. More conservative companies would have cut their losses by now—but that thought process has never applied to Google, particularly when it comes to launching new properties.&amp;nbsp;It is Google, Boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Google Me ‘the Facebook killer’ as said, was about to be launched in fall. It’s time now but there is no clue yet. News about Facebook is that for the last few weeks Facebook is in lockdown period and are coming out with redesign and added features in it. Facebook group has already created hype in the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TO come back to Google Me, the service will introduce what Google calls “a social layer” into online search, video and Google Maps. I feel Google would do this by integrating all of its social sites into a single platform. By doing so Google Me may have initial user base of 200 million. This is speculation by the next wave for the reason of combination of Google and Gmail accounts would give such user base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook has already reached user base of 500 million and it is growing. The way Facebook is progressing, it might be considered foolish to start a project to compete against it and with a hope to succeed. However If Google Me gets it even half right, they could be the first real competition Facebook has seen in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So is Google Me getting Real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When will I see Me in Google Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suraj Sharma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hey guys , just subscribe to the blog to get the latest posts on your browser or mail&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00FIH3gwfgzWWEu8UofNxpl1cY1u-rotN5AbCBFtshAKmsZ2UrbmnZIdrxhfwzeiEXJYtVwHyrbHk4Axr40gTg7abkbVyYRR_Hc7BgCm-VjJcBhsZg4_pGnA4bNuPAJNgATftzlF9LcYz/s72-c/googleplex.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>A Suing WAR</title><link>http://surajsharmag.blogspot.com/2010/10/suing-war.html</link><category>Microsoft sues Google</category><category>Who's suing who</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suraj)</author><pubDate>Thu, 7 Oct 2010 13:05:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359817696654368828.post-8444509352806651049</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been coming across to many updates regarding the major war going on in telecoms world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually It is really funny to see the cases and the number of companies involved who are cross suing each other.. It would be really interesting to see how it ends. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The image explains the war , however just see whether it would solve your queries or raise even more questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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