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&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt; width: 99.44%;" valign="top" width="99%"&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;HOW TO &lt;br /&gt;
RECRUIT THE RIGHT PERSON &lt;br /&gt;
FOR THE JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Put about 100 bricks   in some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;particular order in   a closed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;room with an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;open window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then send 4 or 5 candidates in &lt;br /&gt;
the room and close the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Leave them alone and come back &lt;br /&gt;
after 6 hours and then analyze &lt;br /&gt;
the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If they are counting the &lt;br /&gt;
Bricks, &lt;br /&gt;
put them in the Accounts &lt;br /&gt;
Department. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If they are recounting them.. &lt;br /&gt;
put them in Auditing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4181ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they have messed up the &lt;br /&gt;
whole place with the bricks, &lt;br /&gt;
put them in Engineering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are arranging the &lt;br /&gt;
bricks in some strange order, &lt;br /&gt;
put them in Planning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are throwing the &lt;br /&gt;
Bricks at each other, &lt;br /&gt;
put them in Operations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4181ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are sleeping, &lt;br /&gt;
put them in Security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they have broken the bricks &lt;br /&gt;
into pieces, &lt;br /&gt;
put them in Information &lt;br /&gt;
Technology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they are sitting idle, &lt;br /&gt;
Put them in Human Resources. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they say they have tried &lt;br /&gt;
different combinations, yet &lt;br /&gt;
not a brick has &lt;br /&gt;
been moved, put them in Sales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4181ff; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If they have already left for &lt;br /&gt;
the day, &lt;br /&gt;
put them in Marketing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;If they are staring   out of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;window, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;put them on   Strategic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Planning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And then last but not   the least, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;If they are talking to   each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;other and not a single   brick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;moved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Congratulate them and   put them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;In Top Management..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FFFF40; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006000; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A DAY WITHOUT LAUGHTER IS A WASTED DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/3821774416827745674/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/3821774416827745674" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/3821774416827745674" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/3821774416827745674" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-recruit-right-person-for-job.html" rel="alternate" title="HOW TO  RECRUIT THE RIGHT PERSON  FOR THE JOB?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-4810615218681374140</id><published>2011-06-28T19:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:42:53.771+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality"/><title type="text">Reality of life......!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Pencil: I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a&lt;br /&gt;
mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do&lt;br /&gt;
this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though&lt;br /&gt;
one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm&lt;br /&gt;
actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're&lt;br /&gt;
always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along&lt;br /&gt;
the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.&lt;br /&gt;
Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents&lt;br /&gt;
are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate&lt;br /&gt;
seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is&lt;br /&gt;
my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day,&lt;br /&gt;
all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used&lt;br /&gt;
to have.&lt;br /&gt;
This is to all the parents &amp;amp; their children out there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Always respect parents..!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/4810615218681374140/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/4810615218681374140" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/4810615218681374140" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/4810615218681374140" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2011/06/reality-of-life.html" rel="alternate" title="Reality of life......!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-6531352246669379399</id><published>2011-06-28T19:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:41:49.752+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mobile"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV"/><title type="text">TV vs Mobile !?!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wife is like a TV,&lt;br /&gt;
Girlfriend is like a MOBILE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At home u watch TV,&lt;br /&gt;
But when u go out u take ur MOBILE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No money, u stay home just watch TV,&lt;br /&gt;
Got money u change ur MOBILE.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes u enjoy TV,&lt;br /&gt;
But most of the time u play with ur MOBILE.&lt;br /&gt;
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TV is free for life,&lt;br /&gt;
But for the MOBILE, if you don't pay, the services will be terminated.&lt;br /&gt;
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TV is big, bulky and most of the time old, But the MOBILE is cute, slim, curvy and very portable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Operational costs for TV is often acceptable, But for the MOBILE it is often high and demanding.&lt;br /&gt;
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TV has a remote,&lt;br /&gt;
MOBILE doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most importantly, MOBILE is a two-way communication (u talk and listen), But with the TV you MUST only listen (whether you want to or not).&lt;br /&gt;
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Two books for one subject.&lt;br /&gt;
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College:&lt;br /&gt;
One book for all subjects.&lt;br /&gt;
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Company:&lt;br /&gt;
Books? What are they? Only follow standards.&lt;br /&gt;
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School:&lt;br /&gt;
A White pipe in teacher's hand - CHALK&lt;br /&gt;
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College:&lt;br /&gt;
A White pipe in student's hand&amp;nbsp; PEN&lt;br /&gt;
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Company:&lt;br /&gt;
A White pipe in employee's hand&amp;nbsp; 100% CIGARETTE&lt;br /&gt;
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School:&lt;br /&gt;
Most Frequent letter- LEAVE LETTER&lt;br /&gt;
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College:&lt;br /&gt;
Most Frequent letter- LOVE LETTER&lt;br /&gt;
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Company:&lt;br /&gt;
Most Frequent letter- RESIGNATION LETTER&lt;br /&gt;
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School:&lt;br /&gt;
If we go it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;
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College:&lt;br /&gt;
If we don't go it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Company:&lt;br /&gt;
Go/don't go, it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though India is having an home advantage. Lankans were comfortable in chasing throughout the tournament(except against pakistan). But indian team has an deep batting line-up. That can be a treat for the lankans. India looks in great form after thrashing aussies and pakistan in their last two matches.&lt;br /&gt;
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I see them bloom for me and you&lt;br /&gt;
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;
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I see skies of blue and clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night&lt;br /&gt;
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;
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The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
Are also on the faces of people going by&lt;br /&gt;
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do&lt;br /&gt;
They're really saying I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hear babies crying, I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;
They'll learn much more than I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;
And I think to myself what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/5976204220069112119/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/5976204220069112119" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/5976204220069112119" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/5976204220069112119" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-wonderful-world-louis-armstrong.html" rel="alternate" title="What A Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-2496322990049112148</id><published>2011-02-16T16:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:32:50.894+05:30</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;How to give a job-winning interview&lt;br /&gt;
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How to give a Job Winning InterviewThe way to crack a job interview is not just by giving answers, but the ‘right’ answers. Here are some important tips on how to get it right&lt;br /&gt;
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Create a strong resume. Build a compelling case on why you fit the job role:&lt;br /&gt;
The process of giving a job winning interview starts by forming a strong resume. A resume works as an entrance test to get an interview. A person’s resume should be concise and convey more in fewer words. For example, instead of saying, “I am an exceptional guitarist”, one can say, “I was the lead guitarist of an award winning rock band back in college”.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do your primary research on your potential employer&lt;br /&gt;
Every recruiter expects you to have some basic knowledge about the organization and the industry that you are contemplating joining. Hence, it is advisable to do a primary research before going. After all, the employer has a lot of information about the applicant, so it’s only polite if the applicant evens the score.&lt;br /&gt;
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Highlight your strengths &amp;amp; experience&lt;br /&gt;
During an interview it is important to highlight one’s strengths and experiences that appropriately fit the needs of the role. The employer will be assessing the interviewee’s fitment with the job role, and in order to respond appropriately, one needs to understand the specific needs and expertise relevant to the position one is applying for. Never criticize your current employer: There is a saying ‘whatever goes around, comes back,’ it is never helpful to criticize your current employer and cite that as one of the reasons for changing your job. You may be talking about your prospective employer the same way in the coming years. It is helpful to focus on the lack of challenges in current job fit not being in line with your career aspirations, want of greater responsibilities and the learning opportunities your new employer offers as some of the reasons for seeing a change.&lt;br /&gt;
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Be confident&lt;br /&gt;
One should always remember to be fiercely confident, show willingness and enthusiasm for the job and appear as a genuine person who loves what he/she does.&lt;br /&gt;
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Prepare, Prepare, Prepare&lt;br /&gt;
Before the critical day it is helpful to prepare by reading your resume critically, reading up your prospective employer and speaking to your consultant in detail about the job &amp;amp; employer. Remember opportunity knocks only once, better be prepared to interview with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Article Courtesy – Timesascent.in &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/2496322990049112148/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/2496322990049112148" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/2496322990049112148" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/2496322990049112148" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-give-job-winning-interview-how.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-2005848001097300694</id><published>2011-01-30T12:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:07:26.522+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Do you bathe when you bathe?"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudha Menon"/><title type="text">Do you bathe when you bathe?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesinspirational.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-bathe-when-you-bathe.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you bathe when you bathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/prerna231/" title="Prerna231_Group"&gt;EVERYDAY, early in the morning, a Zen Master asked his disciples: How many of you have bathed this morning? Almost all the disciples raise their hands dutifully. Next question: How many of you are aware you bathed when you did?&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;Not a single hand was raised.&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;Bathing is an act. Bathing with complete awareness that you are bathing is different. Today surely all of you must have bathed and all of you must have brushed your teeth. How many of you were aware of what you were doing when you did that?&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;When you brushed your teeth how many of you were aware that you were brushing your teeth? When you bathed how many of you were aware of the hot water on your body? Were you aware that your body was just getting ready after the bath, and your life was getting rejuvenated after the bath? How many of you were aware of all these things when they happened?&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;A small Zen story:&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;A king went to a Master, and asked: ‘Master how can I become enlightened? Tell me about all the practices you do. What did you do to become enlightened? Please teach me’. The Master says: ‘Oh! I eat when I eat; I sleep when I sleep. That is all I do’.&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;The king could not understand. The Master explained: ‘When I eat I only eat, I do not do anything else when I sleep I only sleep I do not do anything else’.&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;But what do we do? Recall how you eat. You will remember that you were watching TV or reading a magazine when you were eating. Or it could be that you were talking to someone or continuously thinking of something. If you were calm, sitting quietly and eating your wife would have been there to report some problems in the house.&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;So in one way or another, when you eat, your mind does everything else but focus on the food and eating. You do everything except eat. &lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;You treat food with such scant respect. It is just a form of garbage that is stuffed through your mouth. That is why the food treats you like a garbage bag. It withholds its energy unless you become aware of what you eat. If you treat your food with respect and are aware of what you eat when you eat, wellness results.&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;This is true even when you sleep! When you sleep you do everything else except sleeping. Because, only when you sleep you dream, you have your nightmare and fear strokes. You then have disturbed sleep. &lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Catch yourself in the act. Become aware. That will set your inner transformation in motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;FROM: Sudha Menon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/2005848001097300694/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/2005848001097300694" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/2005848001097300694" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/2005848001097300694" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-bathe-when-you-bathe.html" rel="alternate" title="Do you bathe when you bathe?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-3968250648942430094</id><published>2011-01-27T12:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:09:21.920+05:30</updated><title type="text">From Mistakes We  Gain Wisdom</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;From Mistakes We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Gain Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If you're feeling down and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;everything seems to be going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;don't tell yourself there's no hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;be determined and move along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Life wasn't meant to be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;God didn't intend it being that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;don't fret about yesterdays mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;just don't make them again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If the Wright brother's had given up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;after their first airplane wouldn't fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;you couldn't enjoy scenic sights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;from airliner's up in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;From mistakes you gain wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;giving up would be wrong&amp;nbsp; to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;if you think positive and find solutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;no one will be happier than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/3968250648942430094/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/3968250648942430094" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/3968250648942430094" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/3968250648942430094" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-mistakes-we-gain-wisdom.html" rel="alternate" title="From Mistakes We  Gain Wisdom" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-338518099403690651</id><published>2010-12-31T08:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:17:55.215+05:30</updated><title type="text">Happy New Year 2011</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As we say goodbye to 2010 and get ready to welcome the new year 2011, &lt;br /&gt;
I wish all my Friends a very happy &amp;amp; prosperous new year 2011. I am sure that &lt;br /&gt;
the new year will bring lots of happiness, excitement and moments of Crazy &lt;br /&gt;
in your life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the new year, we look forward to lot more excitement,offline &lt;br /&gt;
city meets and much more. We look forward to your support and contribution&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
VJ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;This New Year&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.sfippa.com/11275408/free"&gt;Aim high Earn Big:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/338518099403690651/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/338518099403690651" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/338518099403690651" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/338518099403690651" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year-2011.html" rel="alternate" title="Happy New Year 2011" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-5239498352355878746</id><published>2010-12-16T08:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:50:21.702+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><title type="text">Love story of a Blind boy</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Once there was a blind boy. He fall in love with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day girl&lt;br /&gt;
asked him ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
" Will you merry me?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He said ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
" Yes i will, but&lt;br /&gt;
when i shall be able to see you."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After some days someone donated him&lt;br /&gt;
eyes. He was very happy to see his love.&lt;br /&gt;
But when he saw that girl was&lt;br /&gt;
also blind. He refuse to merry her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before leaving,the girl said&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
" As you wish my dear But i want to say only one thing. Please Take&lt;br /&gt;
Care Of&lt;br /&gt;
My Eyes"&lt;/i&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/5239498352355878746/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/5239498352355878746" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/5239498352355878746" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/5239498352355878746" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-story-of-blind-boy.html" rel="alternate" title="Love story of a Blind boy" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-376853454057697713</id><published>2010-12-11T08:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:50:53.077+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><title type="text">Funniest joke</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little kid walks into a taxi and sits right behind the driver and&lt;br /&gt;
starts&lt;br /&gt;
yelling,&lt;br /&gt;
''If my dad was a bull and my mom a cow I'd be a little bull.''&lt;br /&gt;
The driver starts getting mad at the noisy kid, who continues with, &lt;br /&gt;
''If my dad was an elephant and my mom a girl elephant I would be a &lt;br /&gt;
little&lt;br /&gt;
Elephant.''&lt;br /&gt;
The kid goes on with several animals until the taxi driver gets angry&lt;br /&gt;
and yells at the kid, ''What if your dad was a drunker and your mom &lt;br /&gt;
was a prostitute?!'' &lt;br /&gt;
The kid smiles and says, ''I would be a taxi driver!''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/376853454057697713/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/376853454057697713" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/376853454057697713" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/376853454057697713" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/funniest-joke.html" rel="alternate" title="Funniest joke" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-8665456102718199438</id><published>2010-12-03T08:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:51:05.585+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type="text">Well Said !!!!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="articleContent"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; overflow-x: auto; padding: 4px 4px 4px 15px; width: 98%;"&gt;Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80%&lt;br /&gt;
are glad you have them. -Lou Holtz&lt;br /&gt;
Never explain yourself. Your friends dont need it and your enemies wont&lt;br /&gt;
believe it. -Belgicia Howell&lt;br /&gt;
Forgive your enemies, but never, never forget their names. -John F.&lt;br /&gt;
Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;
You must experience and accept the extremes. Because if the contrast is&lt;br /&gt;
lost, you lose appreciation; and when you lose appreciation, you lose&lt;br /&gt;
the value of everything. -Philippos&lt;br /&gt;
The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him&lt;br /&gt;
absolutely no good. -Ann Landers&lt;br /&gt;
Being sad with the right people is better than being happy with the&lt;br /&gt;
wrong ones. -Philippos&lt;br /&gt;
Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you&lt;br /&gt;
bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart &lt;br /&gt;
will consume you too. -Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;
If your problem has a solution then...why worry about it? If your&lt;br /&gt;
problem doesn't have solution then...why worry about it? -Chinese&lt;br /&gt;
Proverb&lt;br /&gt;
Laugh when you can, apologize when you should, and let go of what you&lt;br /&gt;
can't change. Kiss slowly, play hard, forgive quickly, take chances,&lt;br /&gt;
give everything and have no regrets. Life's too short to be anything &lt;br /&gt;
but happy - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;
The ultimate measure of man is not where he stands in moments of &lt;br /&gt;
comfort&lt;br /&gt;
and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and&lt;br /&gt;
controversy. -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;
Pain never really goes away; you just elevate and get used to it by&lt;br /&gt;
growing stronger. -Philippos&lt;br /&gt;
You have to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, love what&lt;br /&gt;
you've got, remember what you had, learn from your mistakes, but never&lt;br /&gt;
regret, people change, things go wrong, but remember life goes on!&lt;br /&gt;
- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;
Always put yourself in the other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts &lt;br /&gt;
you,it probably hurts the person too.&lt;br /&gt;
- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes the people who hurt us the most are people who were hurt more&lt;br /&gt;
than us. -Philippos&lt;br /&gt;
I like to pretend that everything's alright. Because when everybody &lt;br /&gt;
else thinks you're fine, sometimes you forget for a while that you're not.&lt;br /&gt;
- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;
"Reputation is what men and women think of us; character is what God &lt;br /&gt;
and angels know of us." -Thomas Paine&lt;br /&gt;
The things that made me stronger are the ones that didn't let me sleep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/8665456102718199438/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/8665456102718199438" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/8665456102718199438" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/8665456102718199438" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-said.html" rel="alternate" title="Well Said !!!!!!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-1607518737195203105</id><published>2010-12-01T08:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:51:27.026+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><title type="text">Will you ever understand me?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, she's being willful again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "I don't have time that day."&lt;br /&gt;
Her: "Humph!" &lt;br /&gt;
Him: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;
Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need."&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."&lt;br /&gt;
Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her!" &lt;br /&gt;
Him: "No."&lt;br /&gt;
Her: "Just this once?"&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "No."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "We need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;
Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "It's something very important."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Him:"Let's get a divorce." &lt;br /&gt;
She did not believe her ears.&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "I got to know a girl."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "She's a nice girl."&lt;br /&gt;
Her tears fell.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "She has a good personality too."&lt;br /&gt;
She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "She loves me truly."&lt;br /&gt;
She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.&lt;br /&gt;
Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"&lt;br /&gt;
Her: "...!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He sighs. She cries.&lt;br /&gt;
He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/1607518737195203105/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/1607518737195203105" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/1607518737195203105" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/1607518737195203105" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/will-you-ever-understand-me.html" rel="alternate" title="Will you ever understand me?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-5552600918942656665</id><published>2010-11-17T08:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:47:36.876+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type="text">Career Song</title><content type="html">Career Song - The 8 stages ... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. when in college : Hum honge kaamiyaab, Hum honge kaamiyaab ek&lt;br /&gt;
din.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. when giving interview to Multi National Company: Tu hi re.. Too hi&lt;br /&gt;
re ....tere binaaa main kaise jiyunn....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. waiting for interview result: Intehaa ho gai Intzaarki.. aayinaaa&lt;br /&gt;
kuch khabar mere yaarki...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. just joined: Too cheez bhadi hai mast mast.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. after some time: Ye kahaan aagaye hum??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6. After some more time: Naa koyi umang hai, naa koyi tarang hai, mere&lt;br /&gt;
jindagi kya ek kati Pathang hai (booohoooo)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7. floating the resume: kabootar ja ja ja... kabootar ja ja ja...&lt;br /&gt;
pehele pyar ki peheli chitti...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8. finally when you don't get a better offer any longer: Jeena yehaan,&lt;br /&gt;
marna yehaan iske si wa jaana kahaan.........</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/5552600918942656665/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/5552600918942656665" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/5552600918942656665" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/5552600918942656665" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/career-song.html" rel="alternate" title="Career Song" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-1424647210861998842</id><published>2010-11-13T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:16:40.642+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lyrics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rihanna"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unfaithful"/><title type="text">Rihanna Unfaithful Lyrics</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Story of my life, searching for the right&lt;br /&gt;
But it keeps avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;
Sorrow in my soul ?cause it seems that wrong&lt;br /&gt;
Really loves my company&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He's more than a man and this is more than love&lt;br /&gt;
The reason that the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;
But clouds are rolling in because I'm gone again&lt;br /&gt;
And to him I just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;
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And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;
And it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;
To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;
I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;
Every time I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;
I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna be a murderer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel it in the air as I'm doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;
Preparing for another date&lt;br /&gt;
A kiss up on my cheek, he's here reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;
As if I'm gonna be out late&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say I won't be long just hanging with the girls&lt;br /&gt;
A lie I didn't have to tell&lt;br /&gt;
Because we both know where I'm about to go&lt;br /&gt;
And we know it very well&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
?Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;
And it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;
To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;
I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;
Every time I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;
I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna be a murderer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our love, his trust&lt;br /&gt;
I might as well take a gun&lt;br /&gt;
And put it to his head&lt;br /&gt;
Get it over with&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna do this&lt;br /&gt;
Anymore, anymore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;
And every time I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;
I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna be a murderer&lt;br /&gt;
A murderer, no no no&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/1424647210861998842/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/1424647210861998842" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/1424647210861998842" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/1424647210861998842" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/11/rihanna-unfaithful-lyrics.html" rel="alternate" title="Rihanna Unfaithful Lyrics" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-7642096268342494004</id><published>2010-11-07T07:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:51:47.532+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type="text">GIRL FACTS:</title><content type="html">GIRL FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl bumps into your arm&lt;br /&gt;
while walking she wants&lt;br /&gt;
you to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When she wants a hug&lt;br /&gt;
she will just stand there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When u break a girls heart,&lt;br /&gt;
she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;
u run into each other 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;
millions of things are running through her&lt;br /&gt;
mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;
she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl looks at you with eyes full of&lt;br /&gt;
questions,&lt;br /&gt;
she is wondering how long you will be&lt;br /&gt;
around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl answers, "I'm fine, " after a&lt;br /&gt;
few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;
she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;
she is wondering why you are so&lt;br /&gt;
wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;
she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl says that she can't live&lt;br /&gt;
without you,&lt;br /&gt;
she has made up her mind that you are&lt;br /&gt;
her future.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl says, "I miss you, "&lt;br /&gt;
no one in this world can miss you more&lt;br /&gt;
than that&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl is mean to you after a breakup&lt;br /&gt;
she wants you back, but she's&lt;br /&gt;
scared she'll get hurt and knows&lt;br /&gt;
you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guy Facts:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a guy calls you,&lt;br /&gt;
he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;
He's listening to you...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;
He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a guy says, "I'm fine, " after a few&lt;br /&gt;
minutes,&lt;br /&gt;
he means it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;
he wishes you would care about him and&lt;br /&gt;
wonders if you do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you're laying your head on a guy's&lt;br /&gt;
chest,&lt;br /&gt;
he has the world&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a guy calls you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;
he is in love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a (good) guy tells you he loves you,&lt;br /&gt;
he means it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a guy says he can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;
he's with you till your done&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a guy says, "I miss you, "&lt;br /&gt;
he misses you more than you could have&lt;br /&gt;
ever missed him or anything else</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/7642096268342494004/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/7642096268342494004" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/7642096268342494004" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/7642096268342494004" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/girl-facts.html" rel="alternate" title="GIRL FACTS:" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-2920813020250191658</id><published>2010-10-29T07:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:52:16.209+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type="text">Gurlz r impossible 2 please</title><content type="html">Gurlz r impossible 2 please&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you are well dressed, &lt;br /&gt;
She thinks you are play boy. &lt;br /&gt;
If you are not, &lt;br /&gt;
She thinks you are a begger. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you kiss her, &lt;br /&gt;
She thinks you are not a &lt;br /&gt;
gentleman. &lt;br /&gt;
If you donâ€™t, &lt;br /&gt;
She thinks you are not a man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you praise her, &lt;br /&gt;
She thinks you are a liar. &lt;br /&gt;
If you donâ€™t she thinks, &lt;br /&gt;
You are good for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you visit her often, &lt;br /&gt;
She thinks you areÂ boring. &lt;br /&gt;
If you donâ€™t she accuses, &lt;br /&gt;
You for double crossing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you visit another girl, &lt;br /&gt;
She accuses you for being &lt;br /&gt;
cheat. &lt;br /&gt;
If she is visited by another &lt;br /&gt;
guy, &lt;br /&gt;
She says â€œoh..! its natural! we &lt;br /&gt;
are girls..! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you propose love within a &lt;br /&gt;
brief time, &lt;br /&gt;
You are a freash guy. &lt;br /&gt;
If you propose love later, &lt;br /&gt;
She wonders why &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you are jealous, &lt;br /&gt;
She says its bad. &lt;br /&gt;
If your not she doubts, &lt;br /&gt;
Your love and is not glad. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you attempt romance,. &lt;br /&gt;
She thinks you donâ€™t respect &lt;br /&gt;
her. &lt;br /&gt;
If you donâ€™t, &lt;br /&gt;
She thinks you donâ€™t like her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you listen, &lt;br /&gt;
She wants to talk . &lt;br /&gt;
If you wanna talk, &lt;br /&gt;
She also wants to talk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh women..! you are soo simple, &lt;br /&gt;
Yet soo complexâ€¦. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are soo weak, &lt;br /&gt;
Yet soo powerfulâ€¦.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your soo confusing, &lt;br /&gt;
Yet soo desira</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/2920813020250191658/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/2920813020250191658" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/2920813020250191658" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/2920813020250191658" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/gurlz-r-impossible-2-please.html" rel="alternate" title="Gurlz r impossible 2 please" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-1836697791057435805</id><published>2010-10-20T07:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:52:31.454+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><title type="text">The cycle of love  by Aarti Natarajan</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cycle of love&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Aarti Natarajan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love is a beautiful feeling, even when it involves the fear of losing the person you love. As Tennyson wrote in In Memorium: “It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;EVER SINCE I can remember I had wanted to fall in love.&amp;nbsp;And, not only fall in love, but fall in love with the right person. I wanted someone who would accept my faults and love me for who I am. I hopped from one relationship to another, each time being bitterly disappointed when my knight in shining amour turned out to be the opposite of what I expected and wanted. Finally, I&amp;nbsp;decided that the elusive emotion of love wasn’t meant for me and I reconciled myself to the fact that I might never find my Mr Right. I should have known that God’s sense of humour is wicked, at the very least!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My first interaction with the person I&amp;nbsp;fell in love with was explosive. We were working in the same company and I was his junior. One of my duties entailed transferring calls to him. Once he was on the phone and there were continuous calls coming for him. I was unable to see him, so I leant across my desk and called out to him, only to have him turn around and yell at me. I was so taken aback that I turned red and burst into tears. He had no choice but to come over and apologise, which I grudgingly accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that guilt struck him some days later for he took my number and called me up one evening. It was supposed to be just one call but somehow they multiplied. I still remember how I used to go back home daily and crib to my mother that there was this one guy in office I couldn’t stand because he was always so stuck up. And, she used to look at me puzzled, wondering that if I couldn’t stand him how was it that I was talking to him for hours every evening. That was a question I couldn’t answer and didn’t even try to. And, neither did he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As time passed, we realised that we were on the same wavelength, more so because both of us were trying to get out of destructive relationships at that time. Slowly from mutual dislike emerged a bond of empathy, which led to a lot of advice giving and taking and we started spending a lot of time together. He would come over every evening and we would sit together in his car, sip coffee and discuss the tumult of emotions our respective partners were putting us through. I still don’t know when this friendship blossomed into love - was it when I heard him talking about his girlfriend and felt the first arrow of jealousy prick me, or was it when&amp;nbsp;I found myself waiting for his calls and visits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know. And after&amp;nbsp;three years of knowing him and two of loving him, it is still a mystery to me. When I look back now I wonder, was there actually a time when we didn’t know each other? I’m sure God must&amp;nbsp;be having a good laugh for He brought me to the edge of despair before filling my life with sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This person&amp;nbsp;is the joy of my life - he makes me laugh, he reduces me to tears, he still advises me and there are times when he even irritates me. But when I close my eyes at night, the one emotion that stays with me is the feeling of security that he gives me. We are not officially committed to each other, but some bonds don’t require a piece of paper. The union is already there, between our hearts and souls. And that I feel is above all rituals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know what our future holds. His family is against me and being the only son he has a deep sense of responsibility towards them. Each day I wake up wondering whether&amp;nbsp;this will be the day when I will lose him and each night&amp;nbsp;I thank God for letting me share another day with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I got a very nice forward the other day. It said - when we were kids, we were eager to grow up and fall in love. Now that we are grown up we have&amp;nbsp;realised that wounded knees were much better than broken hearts. But I would say, give me&amp;nbsp;a broken heart any day, for&amp;nbsp;even if I&amp;nbsp;have to go through the&amp;nbsp;agony of losing him, it will be worth it. For at least I had a chance to love him and be loved&amp;nbsp;unconditionally by&amp;nbsp;him. It’s not important to know if I will be with him 30 years from now, what’s important is that he makes me feel alive&amp;nbsp;even for the 30 minutes that I&amp;nbsp;spend with him. That is the biggest&amp;nbsp;blessing I could ask for. The rest, as they say, is a bonus.</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/1836697791057435805/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/1836697791057435805" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/1836697791057435805" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/1836697791057435805" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/cycle-of-love-by-aarti-natarajan.html" rel="alternate" title="The cycle of love  by Aarti Natarajan" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-348623923423413489</id><published>2010-10-03T07:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:50:04.725+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><title type="text">Hard workers...Don't miss this...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="articleContent"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; overflow-x: auto; padding: 4px 4px 4px 15px; width: 98%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hard workers...Don't miss this...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Read It Completely..... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; An unwise investment!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his &lt;br /&gt;
5-year&amp;nbsp; old son waiting for him at the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SON:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Daddy, may I ask you a question?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DAD:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SON:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DAD:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SON:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DAD:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color black; border-style: none none none solid; border-width: medium medium medium 1.5pt; margin: 5pt 0in 5pt 3.75pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started &lt;br /&gt;
to think: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that &lt;br /&gt;
Rs.50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the &lt;br /&gt;
door of the little boy's room and opened the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Are you asleep, son?" He asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.50 you asked for." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" &lt;br /&gt;
He yelled. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up &lt;br /&gt;
bills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little&amp;nbsp;boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his &lt;br /&gt;
father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? &lt;br /&gt;
Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But even better, share Rs.100 worth of time with someone you love. It's just&amp;nbsp;a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time&amp;nbsp;slip through our fingers without having spent some time with &lt;br /&gt;
those who really &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; matter to us, those close to our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us&amp;nbsp;in a matter of days. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss&amp;nbsp;for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into&amp;nbsp; work than to our family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/348623923423413489/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/348623923423413489" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/348623923423413489" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/348623923423413489" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/hard-workersdont-miss-this.html" rel="alternate" title="Hard workers...Don't miss this..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-8551773880836666346</id><published>2010-09-26T21:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:13:43.740+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skandagiri"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trek Experience"/><title type="text">MIDNIGHT TREK TO SKANDAGIRI</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytWohRFDXxlw-7B62TxUcfLSTlEFMo8Sh9fTGOZfbp4ilU903NZUb-dBZbEbRywWxkeddqopiWhfSJEptuNuNq98CRqS6lbQsojuGtboQJqARIfRExsDOjHXPUH5RIV5Y2cvAZTFr59Y/s1600/Pradi%2527s-215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytWohRFDXxlw-7B62TxUcfLSTlEFMo8Sh9fTGOZfbp4ilU903NZUb-dBZbEbRywWxkeddqopiWhfSJEptuNuNq98CRqS6lbQsojuGtboQJqARIfRExsDOjHXPUH5RIV5Y2cvAZTFr59Y/s320/Pradi%2527s-215.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Skandagiri is one of the first names i had heard, ever since i started to &lt;br /&gt;
show any interest in trekking.As it was near to our college(SJCIT, &lt;br /&gt;
Chickaballur) and listening to some of my friends sharing their experience. &lt;br /&gt;
We decided to go. As we all know&lt;br /&gt;
"Dream without a plan is just a wish". So we had a plan to go there last month. &lt;br /&gt;
But bcoz of many reasons We couldn't.The only thing i knew was &lt;br /&gt;
"Dont kill the dream - execute it". So we all discussed and scheduled &lt;br /&gt;
for last week(2010/09/19).Finally the day came. &lt;br /&gt;
We were all excited bcoz it was the first time trek for most of us. &lt;br /&gt;
We had planned for midnight trek.I was expecting not more &lt;br /&gt;
than 12 members to join, but i was surprised to see 22 members&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxxW47aHGAVmfk4b30uGlf_isJBYv5B-54LDEFLiZhR-JG-PJM2e7fVXErQBf0fg2iVQQE8coLwydK0H6E-iVbfuW_8PkTjcIBMHUq9__eL7qmyhIzIsFkKWIDN3wmoeRqYRkyo-Xstg/s1600/Pradi%2527s-247.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDVpCTeYy2ONan5Yvuz0ck7rU_P_4nDSYtnmagrF7RBuSVAWW3sRuY9Oicuc91_A54UKQrZOh332MZr4bZHxNBDFl6QVaLPPAYMzUWbUiIBSNjGKe5tRoLP5Jx9F07e9jl6TmFMMTnY4/s1600/SP_A0006.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDVpCTeYy2ONan5Yvuz0ck7rU_P_4nDSYtnmagrF7RBuSVAWW3sRuY9Oicuc91_A54UKQrZOh332MZr4bZHxNBDFl6QVaLPPAYMzUWbUiIBSNjGKe5tRoLP5Jx9F07e9jl6TmFMMTnY4/s320/SP_A0006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all left from my friend room(in Chickaballapur) at 12:30 am. &lt;br /&gt;
It was dark and we were feeling chill.And we were on our way &lt;br /&gt;
to papapgni mutt(3 km from chickaballapur) which is the &lt;br /&gt;
starting point to skandagiri trek.After walking about an hour &lt;br /&gt;
and fifteen minutes we reached there by 1.45am. It took us few &lt;br /&gt;
minutes to relax and fulfill our thirsty.We started trekking &lt;br /&gt;
uphill by 2:00am. It was very dark and everyone started it &lt;br /&gt;
with full energy. As soon as we started to move forward we &lt;br /&gt;
were finding it difficult as we didnt had many torches with us.We had only &lt;br /&gt;
5 to 6 torch and we all sharing it and progressing toward hill.It was&lt;br /&gt;
just a matter of time before we started feeling the heat,everyone removed &lt;br /&gt;
there jackets as we moved further.Every one was tired and we all knew that&lt;br /&gt;
"A Champion is someone who gets up, even when he can't".So we decided to &lt;br /&gt;
take some rest and proceed.We took five such small breaks.All of us were&lt;br /&gt;
inexplicably tired, but still managed to drag on.We continued to move slowly &lt;br /&gt;
and it took two hours and fifteen minutes to reach the top. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFqlvsrnDo3Hw4sE9TgFkeadnPvRKm0xUB93mCctNSMtlYGZmr2aUHeHPj8R858pV5UruyOFLjnGCxeUrAlcUmKJRg3IKPfAffcS25QkVfYZdVbtEB0J7Bx4QjHh9XAnKhhkETtONyDk/s1600/Pradi%2527s-279.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxxW47aHGAVmfk4b30uGlf_isJBYv5B-54LDEFLiZhR-JG-PJM2e7fVXErQBf0fg2iVQQE8coLwydK0H6E-iVbfuW_8PkTjcIBMHUq9__eL7qmyhIzIsFkKWIDN3wmoeRqYRkyo-Xstg/s1600/Pradi%2527s-247.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxxW47aHGAVmfk4b30uGlf_isJBYv5B-54LDEFLiZhR-JG-PJM2e7fVXErQBf0fg2iVQQE8coLwydK0H6E-iVbfuW_8PkTjcIBMHUq9__eL7qmyhIzIsFkKWIDN3wmoeRqYRkyo-Xstg/s200/Pradi%2527s-247.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We reached hill top by 4:15am.On reaching the top,None of us had the energy to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;even stand and walk around. we just threw our bags and &lt;br /&gt;
sat down to catch our breaths. It was very cold. &lt;br /&gt;
And we all started wearing jackets to avoid the chill wind.&lt;br /&gt;
There were so many people in the hill top.None of us &lt;br /&gt;
were able to bear the cold, so we decided to have a camp fire. &lt;br /&gt;
All of us sat around it and was trying to get some heat from &lt;br /&gt;
the fire.Slowly the darkness started disappearing. All of us &lt;br /&gt;
hoping to see the sunrise.But we were not so lucky with a &lt;br /&gt;
lot of cloud and mist covered.we lost our hopes and were busy with getting &lt;br /&gt;
ourself heated.Around 6:40am, we heard people shouting, the clouds &lt;br /&gt;
started disappearing slowly. we were able to see the clear &lt;br /&gt;
blue sky.Finally we all able to catch the sun. This was awesome and worth&lt;br /&gt;
all the effort. We were busy in clicking few snaps and everyone was trying &lt;br /&gt;
out different attitude poses.After enjoying all these. we decided to descend&lt;br /&gt;
before it gets hot.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFdWBzLr5lkgdh5CNUnh8o1raNoK2PH_WZADvV2KoBemMfk0adLKDFOPY2a68T5YE_WLOnrjqMmgDVPblwIRBtYNpE__blV13i7KAzyJ6P3wtL6WKa_Gb1rfRbAmYhL2vNCNo8pVcIxQ/s1600/SP_A0050.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFdWBzLr5lkgdh5CNUnh8o1raNoK2PH_WZADvV2KoBemMfk0adLKDFOPY2a68T5YE_WLOnrjqMmgDVPblwIRBtYNpE__blV13i7KAzyJ6P3wtL6WKa_Gb1rfRbAmYhL2vNCNo8pVcIxQ/s200/SP_A0050.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started to descend by 7:15am. As the sun was out we were &lt;br /&gt;
feeling hot and it was much easier to get down.Many times &lt;br /&gt;
we slipped,but managed to keep balance. Took break to have &lt;br /&gt;
breakfast. We had carried some bread with us. We were &lt;br /&gt;
enjoying while getting down as everyone sharing funny &lt;br /&gt;
jokes and reached down by 8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All of us were damn tired and the only thought we had is to&lt;br /&gt;
get back home and jump on the bed. We managed to get "TT" and &lt;br /&gt;
came to chickaballapur by 9am.&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFqlvsrnDo3Hw4sE9TgFkeadnPvRKm0xUB93mCctNSMtlYGZmr2aUHeHPj8R858pV5UruyOFLjnGCxeUrAlcUmKJRg3IKPfAffcS25QkVfYZdVbtEB0J7Bx4QjHh9XAnKhhkETtONyDk/s1600/Pradi%2527s-279.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFqlvsrnDo3Hw4sE9TgFkeadnPvRKm0xUB93mCctNSMtlYGZmr2aUHeHPj8R858pV5UruyOFLjnGCxeUrAlcUmKJRg3IKPfAffcS25QkVfYZdVbtEB0J7Bx4QjHh9XAnKhhkETtONyDk/s200/Pradi%2527s-279.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then &lt;br /&gt;
We were glad that our plan worked well and everyone left thanking all&lt;br /&gt;
for accompanying such a wonderful trek.Then i went to hotel &lt;br /&gt;
along with my friend had some breakfast and left to bangalore &lt;br /&gt;
in bus.Reached home by around 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;"I learned patience, perseverance and &lt;br /&gt;
dedication. Now i really know myself and i know my voice. &lt;br /&gt;
It's a voice of pain and victory".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This was my first trekking experience. It was good, exciting, &lt;br /&gt;
enjoying,learning experience."Memory is the diary that we all&lt;br /&gt;
carry about with us". And I hope this will remain &lt;br /&gt;
forever with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lets see how many more will be explored in days to come. I just&lt;br /&gt;
hope that this will mark for us the beginning of many more treks.</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/8551773880836666346/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/8551773880836666346" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/8551773880836666346" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/8551773880836666346" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/midnight-trek-to-skandagiri.html" rel="alternate" title="MIDNIGHT TREK TO SKANDAGIRI" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytWohRFDXxlw-7B62TxUcfLSTlEFMo8Sh9fTGOZfbp4ilU903NZUb-dBZbEbRywWxkeddqopiWhfSJEptuNuNq98CRqS6lbQsojuGtboQJqARIfRExsDOjHXPUH5RIV5Y2cvAZTFr59Y/s72-c/Pradi%2527s-215.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-2449817047740677035</id><published>2010-09-16T07:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:53:35.185+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><title type="text">Why Women Cry ?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="articleContent"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; overflow-x: auto; padding: 4px 4px 4px 15px; width: 98%;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 655px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding: 0px 15px 0px 0px; width: 490px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why Women Cry &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God said: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"When I made the woman she had to be special. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yet gentle enough to give comfort. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I gave her strength to carry he! r husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. &lt;br /&gt;
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The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/2449817047740677035/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/2449817047740677035" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/2449817047740677035" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/2449817047740677035" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-women-cry.html" rel="alternate" title="Why Women Cry ?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-7051787860514731756</id><published>2010-09-04T07:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:53:56.382+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><title type="text">The Dreams</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A wonderful story for any age…..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After class we walked to the student union building and share a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;few secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dean and don't even know it!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Have no regrets.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets." &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: times new roman,serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/7051787860514731756/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/7051787860514731756" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/7051787860514731756" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/7051787860514731756" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams.html" rel="alternate" title="The Dreams" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939266232808854220.post-3010397527400590380</id><published>2010-08-28T07:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:54:13.453+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><title type="text">~*~Broken soul~*~</title><content type="html">&amp;nbsp; I miss her when she's not around&lt;br /&gt;
I hate her when she's there&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I miss her when i feel so down&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hate her when she doesnt care &lt;br /&gt;
I miss her funny and weird jokes&lt;br /&gt;
I hate it when she picks on me&lt;br /&gt;
I miss her smile and gorgeous looks&lt;br /&gt;
I hate it when she scares me&lt;br /&gt;
I miss the times when we're still close &lt;br /&gt;
I hate it when i remember&lt;br /&gt;
I miss the laughs, the tears and more&lt;br /&gt;
I hate it coz I cant be there&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I miss her now, I miss her more&lt;br /&gt;
I hate her now, tomorrow not sure&lt;br /&gt;
I miss her always and forever&lt;br /&gt;
I hate her always, but deep in my heart &lt;br /&gt;
I hate her never..&lt;br /&gt;
You have torn my world apart&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you&lt;br /&gt;
You stole from me what wasn't yours to take&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you&lt;br /&gt;
You laugh as I fell into the darkness of hell&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you&lt;br /&gt;
Your silence betrayed me in the hardest of ways &lt;br /&gt;
I hate you&lt;br /&gt;
You hold my heart in your hand I hate you&lt;br /&gt;
You hide from me and cast me out I hate you&lt;br /&gt;
You poured salt in the open wound&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you&lt;br /&gt;
You left me and loneliness filled my world&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you &lt;br /&gt;
But most of all&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you because I love you &lt;br /&gt;
I hate how I can't hate you&lt;br /&gt;
Most of all I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;
I hate myself because&lt;br /&gt;
I can never hate you &lt;br /&gt;
~*~Broken soul~*~</content><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/feeds/3010397527400590380/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7939266232808854220/3010397527400590380" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/3010397527400590380" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939266232808854220/posts/default/3010397527400590380" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://journeyintowild.blogspot.com/2010/12/broken-soul.html" rel="alternate" title="~*~Broken soul~*~" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>