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&lt;tr style="line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;td style="font: inherit; line-height: 1.22em;" valign="top"&gt;This is the story of Robby.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;He was a young boy who lived with his elderly Mother. His mother wanted him to learn how to play the piano because she Longed to hear her son play for her. She sent her son to a piano teacher who Took Robby in under her guidance.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;However, there was one small problem Because Robby was not musically inclined and therefore was very slow in Learning.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;The teacher did not have much faith in the boy because of his Weakness. The mother was very enthusiastic and every week she would send Robby to the teacher .&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;One day Robby stopped attending the piano lessons. The teacher thought that He had given up and in fact she was quite pleased since she did not give Much hope to Robby. Not long after, the piano teacher was given the task to Organize a piano concert in town. She sent out circulars to invite the Students and public to attend the event.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;Suddenly, she received a call from Robby who offered to take part in the concert. The teacher told Robby that He was not good enough and that he was no longer a student since he had Stopped coming for lessons.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;Robby begged her to give him a chance and Promised that he would not let her down.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;Finally, she gave in and she put him to play last, hoping that he will Change his mind at the last minute. When the big day came, the hall was Packed and the children gave their best performance. Finally ,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;It was Robby's Turn to play and as his name was announced, he walked in. He was not in Proper attire and his hair was not properly groomed.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;The teacher was really Nervous since Robby's performance could spoil the whole evening's brilliant Performance.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;As Robby started playing the crowd became silent and was amazed At the skill of this little boy. In fact, he gave the best performance of The evening. At the end of his presentation the crowd and the piano teacher Gave him a standing ovation. The crowd asked Robby how he managed to play so Brilliantly.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;With a microphone in front of him, he said, "I was not able to Attend the weekly piano lessons as there was no one to send me because my Mother was sick with cancer.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;She just passed away this morning and I wanted Her to hear me play. You see, this is the first time she is able to hear me Play because when she was alive she was deaf and now I know she is listening To me. I have to play my best for her!"&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;************ *&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;SUCCESS PRINCIPLES&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;This is indeed a touching story of love and excellence. When you have a Passion and a reason to do something, you will surely excel.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;You may not be Talented or gifted but if you have a strong enough reason to do something, You will be able to tap into your inner God given potential.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;************ *&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;MOTIVATIONAL QUOTE&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em;" /&gt;" Find the good. It's all around you. Find it, showcase it and you'll start Believing in it."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-4481813261712398253?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-12T02:02:11.644-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-story-of-robby.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Who sells the largest number of cameras in India? (Every one must Read)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/MGtYNAM5318/who-sells-largest-number-of-cameras-in.html</link><category>facts</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 00:54:54 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-392699698502821854</guid><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Who sells the largest number of cameras in India? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Your guess is likely to be Sony, Canon or Nikon. Answer is none of the above. The winner is Nokia whose main line of business in India is not cameras but cell phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Reason being cameras bundled with cellphones are outselling stand alone cameras. Now, what prevents the cellphone from replacing the camera outright? Nothing at all. One can only hope the Sonys and Canons are taking note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Try this. Who is the biggest in music business in India? You think it is HMV Sa-Re-Ga-Ma? Sorry. The answer is Airtel. By selling caller tunes (that play for 30 seconds) Airtel makes more than what music companies make by selling music albums (that run for hours). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Incidentally Airtel is not in music business. It is the mobile service provider with the largest subscriber base in India. That sort of competitor is difficult to detect, even more difficult to beat (by the time you have identified him he has already gone past you). But if you imagine that Nokia and Bharti (Airtel's parent) are breathing easy you can't be farther from truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Nokia confessed that they all but missed the smartphone bus. They admit that Apple's Iphone and Google's Android can make life difficult in future. But you never thought Google was a mobile company, did you? If these illustrations mean anything, there is a bigger game unfolding. It is not so much about mobile or music or camera or emails? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The "Mahabharat" (the great Indian epic battle) is about "what is tomorrow's personal digital device"? Will it be a souped up mobile or a palmtop with a telephone? All these are little wars that add up to that big battle. Hiding behind all these wars is a gem of a question&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; "who is my competitor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Once in a while, to intrigue my students I toss a question at them. It says "What Apple did to Sony, Sony did to Kodak, explain?" The smart ones get the answer almost immediately. Sony defined its market as audio (music from the walkman). They never expected an IT company like Apple to encroach into their audio domain. Come to think of it, is it really surprising? Apple as a computer maker has both audio and video capabilities. So what made Sony think he won't compete on pure audio? "Elementary Watson". So also Kodak defined its business as film cameras, Sony defines its businesses as "digital."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In digital camera the two markets perfectly meshed. Kodak was torn between going digital and sacrificing money on camera film or staying with films and getting left behind in digital technology. Left undecided it lost in both. It had to. It did not ask the question "who is my competitor for tomorrow?" The same was true for IBM whose mainframe revenue prevented it from seeing the PC. The same was true of Bill Gates who declared "internet is a fad!" and then turned around to bundle the browser with windows to bury Netscape. The point is not who is today's competitor. Today's competitor is obvious. Tomorrow's is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In 2008, who was the toughest competitor to British Airways in India? Singapore airlines? Better still, Indian airlines? Maybe, but there are better answers. There are competitors that can hurt all these airlines and others not mentioned. The answer is videoconferencing and telepresence services of HP and Cisco. Travel dropped due to recession. Senior IT executives in India and abroad were compelled by their head quarters to use videoconferencing to shrink travel budget. So much so, that the mad scramble for American visas from Indian techies was nowhere in sight in 2008. (India has a quota of something like 65,000 visas to the U.S. They were going a-begging. Blame it on recession!). So far so good. But to think that the airlines will be back in business post recession is something I would not bet on. In short term yes. In long term a resounding no. Remember, if there is one place where Newton's law of gravity is applicable besides physics it is in electronic hardware. Between 1977 and 1991 the prices of the now dead VCR (parent of Blue-Ray disc player) crashed to one-third of its original level in India. PC's price dropped from hundreds of thousands of rupees to tens of thousands. If this trend repeats then telepresence prices will also crash. Imagine the fate of airlines then. As it is not many are making money. Then it will surely be RIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;India has two passions. Films and cricket. The two markets were distinctly different. So were the icons. The cricket gods were Sachin and Sehwag. The filmi gods were the Khans (Aamir Khan, Shah Rukh Khan and the other Khans who followed suit). That was, when cricket was fundamentally test cricket or at best 50 over cricket. Then came IPL and the two markets collapsed into one. IPL brought cricket down to 20 overs. Suddenly an IPL match was reduced to the length of a 3 hour movie. Cricket became film's competitor. On the eve of IPL matches movie halls ran empty. Desperate multiplex owners requisitioned the rights for screening IPL matches at movie halls to hang on to the audience. If IPL were to become the mainstay of cricket, as it is likely to be, films have to sequence their releases so as not clash with IPL matches. As far as the audience is concerned both are what in India are called 3 hour "tamasha" (entertainment). Cricket season might push films out of the market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Look at the products that vanished from India in the last 20 years. When did you last see a black and white movie? When did you last use a fountain pen? When did you last type on a typewriter? The answer for all the above is "I don't remember!" For some time there was a mild substitute for the typewriter called electronic typewriter that had limited memory. Then came the computer and mowed them all. Today most technologically challenged guys like me use the computer as an upgraded typewriter. Typewriters per se are nowhere to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;One last illustration. 20 years back what were Indians using to wake them up in the morning? The answer is "alarm clock." The alarm clock was a monster made of mechanical springs. It had to be physically keyed every day to keep it running. It made so much noise by way of alarm, that it woke you up and the rest of the colony. Then came quartz clocks which were sleeker. They were much more gentle though still quaintly called "alarms." What do we use today for waking up in the morning? Cellphone! An entire industry of clocks disappeared without warning thanks to cell phones. Big watch companies like Titan were the losers. You never know in which bush your competitor is hiding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;On a lighter vein, who are the competitors for authors? Joke spewing machines? (Steve Wozniak, the co-founder of Apple, himself a Pole, tagged a Polish joke telling machine to a telephone much to the mirth of Silicon Valley). Or will the competition be story telling robots? Future is scary! The boss of an IT company once said something interesting about the animal called competition. He said "Have breakfast …or…. be breakfast"! That sums it up rather neatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002776; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 115%; margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dr. Y. L. R. Moorthi is a professor at the Indian Institute of Management Bangalore. He is an M.Tech from Indian Institute of Technology, Madras and a post graduate in management from IIM, Bangalore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-392699698502821854?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T00:54:54.531-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-sells-largest-number-of-cameras-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Law of the Garbage Truck (must read it is our life)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/4giASBPpdq0/law-of-garbage-truck-must-read-it-is.html</link><category>facts</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 10:36:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-24137111446328211</guid><description>One day, I hopped into a taxi and took off for the airport . We were driving in the right lane when suddenly, a black car, jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed the brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. I mean, was really friendly. So I asked, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'&lt;br /&gt;
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He explained, "Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. NEVER take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on with the routine life." Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...... 'Love the people who treat you right.. Pray for the ones who don't.'&lt;br /&gt;
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A very rightly said quote: Life is 10% what you make and 90% how you take!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-24137111446328211?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-10T10:36:00.944-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/law-of-garbage-truck-must-read-it-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>THE OBSTACLE IN OUR PATH</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/ihM0vYtKbCA/obstacle-in-our-path.html</link><category>facts</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 03:56:29 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-3176305043687759523</guid><description>NICE INSPIRING STORY...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; THE OBSTACLE IN OUR PATH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tried to move the stone to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The purse contained many gold coins and a note&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; from the king indicating that the gold was for the person&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; who removed the boulder from the roadway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The peasant learned what many others never understand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-3176305043687759523?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-22T03:56:29.945-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/obstacle-in-our-path.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>MOTHER</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/JH5jLgEoG5c/mother.html</link><category>feel</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 03:51:28 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-5043225152116993151</guid><description>This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was Mother's First Lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish."&lt;br /&gt;
This was Mother's Second Lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks.. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired."&lt;br /&gt;
This was Mother's Third Lie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me.. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!".&lt;br /&gt;
This was Mother's Fourth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small.&lt;br /&gt;
Our other neighbours saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love."&lt;br /&gt;
This was Mother's Fifth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough money."&lt;br /&gt;
That was Mother's Sixth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm not used to high living."&lt;br /&gt;
That was Mother's Seventh Lie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was Mother's Eighth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
M - O - T - H - E - R&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"M" is for the Million things she gave me,&lt;br /&gt;
"O" means Only that she's growing old,&lt;br /&gt;
"T" is for the Tears she shed to save me,&lt;br /&gt;
"H" is for her Heart of gold,&lt;br /&gt;
"E" is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
R" means Right, and right she'll always be,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER"&lt;br /&gt;
a word that means the world to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-5043225152116993151?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-22T03:51:28.796-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>treasure map</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/dSZ9li46Wgk/treasure-map.html</link><category>lesson</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 09:40:54 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-197825447275940401</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;A man was strolling along the beach one day when he spotted a bottle washed up on the shore. He went over and picked it up, and noticed a message in the bottle. He popped the cork out and inside was a weathered treasure map indicating that there was buried treasure to be found in the shallow waters below. But the man thought it was a hoax, so he slipped the map back in and threw the bottle back into the ocean... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little later, another man was walking along the beach and the bottle had washed upon the shore. He too picked up the bottle, popped out the cork, and found the treasure map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his man, however, was curious enough to wade into the water and hoped it was buried shallow enough to find. But once the cold ocean waters reached up to his thighs, he decided to quit. "This is not worth it!" he thought to himself. So he scrambled back to shore and chucked the bottle back into the ocean.... A third man was walking by the beach and noticed the bottle washed upon the shore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went over, opened the bottle and found the map. The map looked authentic enough, and promised great treasure... So he got himself a small raft and set out into the ocean to claim the treasure..he rowed out far enough into the ocean where the "X" on the map was and to his surprise, he saw the glint of something shining in the waters below..he dove into the ocean and swam towards the shining object below.. He could see that there was something that looked like a treasure chest, but he couldn't quite reach it and the deeper he went, the greater the cold and pressure on his body and his mind..," I am about to lose my breath, and the longer I take, my raft might be swept away!", he thought. So the man decided to give up the hunt so he would ensure his own life and safety..when he reached the shore once more, he took the bottle from the raft and tossed it back into the ocean... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, one more man was walking along the beach. He noticed the bottle, went over, popped it open, and was excited to find a map promising great treasure. He noticed someone had left a raft by the water's edge, so he took it and paddled out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He too, got far enough to where the "X" marks the spot, and squinted into the waters and saw the shadow and glint of the treasure below. He took a deep breath and plunged into the waters. Like the man before him, the cold, darkness and pressure upon his senses increased as he got closer. He also realized that if he kept swimming, that he might lose his breath, the raft, and even his own life! But this treasure could be worth all the risk and he persisted. Just as he was about to give up, he grabbed the long chain that was binding the chest and pulled it up along with himself back to the surface. He broke the surface of the water gasping and exhausted but with the treasure chest safely in his grasp. He paddled back to the shore, opened up the treasure chest and found what the map had promised--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gold, and precious diamonds and jewels that would make him secure for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-197825447275940401?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T09:40:54.392-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/treasure-map.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>PARENTS ARE PRECIOUS!!!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/Gr8gcHxhDg8/parents-are-precious.html</link><category>feel</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:49:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-6868253356895412973</guid><description>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: blue; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table style="WIDTH: 80.82%; MARGIN-LEFT: 10.5pt" class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'; COLOR: white; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/ E N J O Y T H E M A S T I. C O M" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: white; TEXT-DECORATION: none" title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;...................................................................................................  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: maroon; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/ E N J O Y T H E M A S T I. C O M" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"  style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style="COLOR: maroon"&gt;PARENTS  ARE PRECIOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was narrated at a  Seminar recently on Human Relations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venkatesh Balasubramaniam  (who works for IIT) describes how his gesture of booking an air ticket for his  father, his maiden&lt;br /&gt;flight,  brought forth a rush of emotions and made him (Venkatesh) realize that how much  we all take for granted when it comes to our&lt;br /&gt;parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents left for our  native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact, my  father had never&lt;br /&gt;traveled  by air before, so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the same.  In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Jet  Airways. The moment I handed over the tickets&lt;br /&gt;to him, he was surprised to  see that I had booked them by air. The excitement was very apparent on his face,  waiting for the time of&lt;br /&gt;travel. Just like a school  boy, he was  preparing himself on that day and we all went to the airport, right  from using the trolley for his luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for a  window seat and waiting&lt;br /&gt;restlessly for the security  check-in to happen. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and I, too, was overcome  with joy watching him&lt;br /&gt;experience all these  things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were about to go in  for the security check-in, he walked up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked  me. He became very emotional and it was not as if I had done something great but  the fact that this meant a great deal to him. When he said thanks, I told him  there was no need to thank me. But later, thinking about the entire incident, I  looked back at my life. As a child, how many dreams our parents have made come  true. Without understanding the financial situation, we ask for cricket bats,  dresses, toys, outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have  catered to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they had to  make to accommodate many of our wishes? Did we ever say thanks for all that they  have done for us? Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think  that we should put them in a good school. Regardless of the amount of donation,  we will ensure that we will have t give the child the best, theme parks, toys,  etc. But we tend to forget that our parents have sacrificed a lot for our sake  to see us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are  realized and what they failed to see when they were young. It is our  responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is  complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, when my parents  had asked me some questions, I have actually answered back without patience.  When my daughter asks me something, I have been very polite in answering. Now I  realize how  they would have felt at those moments. Let us realize that old age  is a second childhood and just as we take care of our children, the same  attention and same care needs to be given to our parents and elders.Quality time  and politely answering them with out making them wait is important. Now I  realise that I must look at their eyes and answer them pleasantly  and pretend  to be reading papers and answer in mono syllables. Rather than my dad saying  thank you to me, I would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this  small dream. I do realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do  my best to give the best possible attention to all their  wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:180%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;Just because they are old  does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for  their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your parents.  THEY ARE PRECIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- KEEP THIS MESSAGE GOING BY  SENDING IT TO YOUR FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"   style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: white; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/ E N J O Y T H E M A S T I. C O M" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: white; TEXT-DECORATION: none" title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: white; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; TEXT-DECORATION: none" title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enjoythemasti/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-6868253356895412973?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T23:49:07.122-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/parents-are-precious.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Small Story…</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/Tn5LIbmrbew/small-story.html</link><category>feel</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:29:57 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-7825867867012078331</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue; FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt; Small Story…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;blockquote style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0in"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0in"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue; FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt;A boy and a girl were playing together. The  boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told  the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The  girl agreed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue; FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt;The boy kept the biggest and the most  beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her  sweets as she had promised. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue; FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt;That night, the girl slept peacefully. But  the boy couldn't sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets  from him the way he had hidden his best marble. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Moral of the  story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue; FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt; If you don't give your hundred percent in  a relationship, you'll always keep doubting if the other person has given  his/her hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love,  friendship, employer-employee relationship etc., Give your hundred percent to  everything you do then live life peacefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-7825867867012078331?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T23:29:57.205-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-story.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A love letter by mathematician</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/V-BJ_jQ3iRk/love-letter-by-mathematician.html</link><category>fun</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 02:51:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-864899029612703778</guid><description>De-Morgan's Law,&lt;br /&gt;Binomial Avenue,&lt;br /&gt;United States of Matrices.&lt;br /&gt; My Dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane. There I saw your cute circular face,conical nose and spherical eyes,standing in your triangular garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before seeing you my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity. You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours ever loving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pythagoras &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-864899029612703778?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-22T02:51:00.598-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-letter-by-mathematician.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>One of the nice mail for all of you dear friends:::Difference Between Somebody you Love &amp; Somebody You Like</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/4qrM_9QkJ6s/one-of-nice-mail-for-all-of-you-dear.html</link><category>feel</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 08:30:30 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-4987653000468305993</guid><description>In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you get happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you can't say everything on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can show your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My F'ship means a little heart that never hates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute smile that never fades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smooth touch that never hurts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; A strong relationship that never break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-4987653000468305993?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-01T08:30:30.517-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-nice-mail-for-all-of-you-dear.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>PARENTS ARE PRECIOUS!!!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/9oq_cAeLFiM/parents-are-precious.html</link><category>feel</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 08:28:30 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-2049522354194613943</guid><description>This was narrated at a Seminar recently on Human Relations :&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Venkatesh Balasubramaniam (who works for IIT) describes how his gesture of   booking an air ticket for his father, his maiden&lt;br /&gt;  flight, brought forth a rush of emotions and made him (Venkatesh) realize   that how much we all take for granted when it comes to our&lt;br /&gt;  parents.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport   to see them off. In fact, my father had never traveled by air before, so I just took this opportunity to make him   experience the same. In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got   them tickets on Jet Airways. The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had booked them by air. The excitement   was very apparent on his face, waiting for the time of&lt;br /&gt;  travel. Just like a school boy, he was  preparing himself on that day   and we all went to the airport, right from using the trolley for his luggage,   the baggage check-in and asking for a window seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen. He was thoroughly enjoying   himself and I, too, was overcome with joy watching him&lt;br /&gt;  experience all these things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  As they were about to go in for the security check-in, he walked up to me   with tears in his eyes and thanked me. He became very emotional and it was   not as if I had done something great but the fact that this meant a great   deal to him. When he said thanks, I told him there was no need to thank me.   But later, thinking about the entire incident, I looked back at my life. As a   child, how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding   the financial situation, we ask for cricket bats, dresses, toys, outings,   etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have catered to all our needs.   Did we ever think about the sacrifices they had to make to accommodate many   of our wishes? Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us?   Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should   put them in a good school. Regardless of the amount of donation, we will   ensure that we will have t give the child the best, theme parks, toys, etc.   But we tend to forget that our parents have sacrificed a lot for our sake to   see us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are   realized and what they failed to see when they were young. It is our   responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is   complete.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Many times, when my parents had asked me some questions, I have actually   answered back without patience. When my daughter asks me something, I have   been very polite in answering. Now I realize how  they would have felt   at those moments. Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just   as we take care of our children, the same attention and same care needs to be   given to our parents and elders.Quality time and politely answering them with   out making them wait is important. Now I realise that I must look at their   eyes and answer them pleasantly  and pretend to be reading papers and   answer in mono syllables. Rather than my dad saying thank you to me, I would   want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. I do   realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do my best to give   the best possible attention to all their wishes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Just because   they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep   sacrificing for their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Take care of your parents. THEY ARE PRECIOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-2049522354194613943?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-01T08:28:30.692-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/parents-are-precious.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>This is how we can tackle with problems by avoiding blames : just by caring each other</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/AOXxqVKVLfI/fwd-this-is-how-we-can-tackle-with.html</link><category>feel</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 22:50:49 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-5893793677707091510</guid><description>boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter.    The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all.  It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.    When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. What were the five words ?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the implication of this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ANSWER : The husband just said "I am with you Darling" The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.&lt;br /&gt; No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child.  What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.  If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "&lt;br /&gt;A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Take off all your envies, jealousies,unforgiv eness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you&lt;br /&gt;think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-5893793677707091510?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-21T22:50:49.327-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/fwd-this-is-how-we-can-tackle-with.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>What is Globalization?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/4uH4_wu0pCg/fwd-what-is-globalization.html</link><category>fun</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 22:48:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-7224238692218710123</guid><description>Question : What is the truest definition of Globalization ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Princess Diana's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : How come ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer :An English princess with an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French tunnel, driving a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German car with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch engine, driven by a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgian who was drunk on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottish whisky: followed closely by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian Paparazzis in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese motorcycles; treated by an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American doctor, using&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazilian medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moreover this is sent to you by a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIAN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using&lt;br /&gt;American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bill Gates's) technology, and you're probably reading this on your computer, that use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese chips, and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean monitor, assembled by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangladeshi workers in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore plant, transported by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAKISTANI lorry-drivers, hijacked by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesians, unloaded by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican illegals.... . That, my friend, is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Globalization"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-7224238692218710123?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-21T22:48:54.229-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/fwd-what-is-globalization.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>praveen has invited you to join Picsquare</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/QnYkxITRkog/praveen-has-invited-you-to-join.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 00:20:33 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-3385704464757495478</guid><description>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="612"&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/common/spacer.gif" width="46" height="1" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/common/spacer.gif" width="92" height="1" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/common/spacer.gif" width="65" height="1" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/common/spacer.gif" width="13" height="1" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/common/spacer.gif" width="36" height="1" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/common/spacer.gif" width="360" height="1" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/common/spacer.gif" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td colspan="4"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.picsquare.com/refer.do?operation=referral&amp;user=false&amp;reid=9dqg3COlAHRoY9M3UIs%2BbLqTnY75fwMBMg6H5cVaz7w%3D&amp;seid=nk5ujxbzEemUgiJ5DlUaML1wag2DZPXU"&gt;&lt;img name="baseVm1_r1_c1" src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/affiliate/default/home/logo_small.gif"  border="0" title="Picsquare" alt="Picsquare"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td colspan="4" align="right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="border:1px solid #255D78;border-bottom:0;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="612px"&gt;   &lt;tr&gt; 	&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picsquare.com/images/vm/header.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt; 	&lt;td colspan="7"  width="100%"  valign="top"&gt;  	&lt;table cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="90%" align="center" valign="top" style="border-bottom:1px solid #255D78"&gt; 		&lt;tr&gt; 			&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;	font-size: 11px;padding-bottom:10px;	color: #000000;"&gt; 		&lt;br/&gt;Hey,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; 		I have been using Picsquare and its amazing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; 		You should check out Picsquare too - for photo storage, sharing and printing photos and photo gifts. 		&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You would get your &lt;b&gt;first 10 prints FREE&lt;/b&gt;. 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	&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-3385704464757495478?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-23T00:20:33.049-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/praveen-has-invited-you-to-join.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>HIV AIDS miths</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/tW8jNEJtsU0/hiv-aids-miths.html</link><category>GK</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 03:06:36 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-2848141533398703338</guid><description>* HIV can *never survive in any other liquid* medium also other than blood or semen (&amp;amp; please for God sake ... never in Pani Puri wala pani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Even if one drinks an HIV infected blood (or semen) of someone (ingest through Gastro Intestinal track), the virus can not survive in the acidic pH of stomach*. Highest extent of acidity is 0 (practically not possible) so imagine 1 as pH which is in our stomach. (This pH can burn your own finger in less than a second if you dip in that acid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Exposure of less than 1 second in AIR KILLS the HIV virus* (hence story of needle pricks in Cinema theatres is a crap). Even if blood from a wound (of infected person) dries up (*blood clot*), *the virus dies*and can not infect anyone else*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV transmission is *ONLY* an *INFECTION* i.e.entrance of virus in one's body. It *DOES NOT MEAN AIDS*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An HIV-infected person (after entrance of virus) can progress to a condition of AIDS only after *8 to 10 YEARS *(not in 15 days as in the Pani Puri story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It is *not HIV (virus) that kills a human* .....the virus attacks immune cells (cells that fight against foreign pathogens/antigens) and hence a person's ability to fight against infections &amp;amp; diseases slowly diminishes and person ultimately dies of a disease which could be as simple as TB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Most importantly, HIV is no longer a dreadful disease ... it is "*CHRONIC MANAGEABLE DISEASE*" just like Diabetes or Hypertension.* If there is anything you need to be careful from to prevent HIV is Unsafe sex*, *Blood transfusion* (check before taking) /Blood donation (use sterilized needles only) and any *blood contact during an accident *or so where amount of bleeding is very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLZ spread this message to avoid rumors and to educate people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-2848141533398703338?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T03:06:36.239-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiv-aids-miths.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sayings of Shrew</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/ZIPFWeyRVDQ/sayings-of-shrew.html</link><category>GK</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 03:01:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-4774761881975948251</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[1] If you're too open minded, your brains will fall out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[2] Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[3] Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any morethan going to a garage makes you a mechanic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[4] Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[5] If you must choose between two evils, pick the oneyou've never tried before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[6] My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[7] Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that lifeis serious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[8] It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[9]. For every action, there is an equal and oppositegovernment program.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10] If you look like your passport picture, you probablyneed the trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[11] Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed ofchecks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[12] A conscience is what hurts when all your other partsfeel so good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[13] Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[14] Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal withit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[15] No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[16] A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[17] Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrownessof the waist change places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[18] Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[19] Junk is something you've kept for years and throw awaythree weeks before you need it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[20] There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[21] Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you torecognize a mistake when you make it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[22] By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[23] Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[24] Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrastto the real world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[25] Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for theyshall never cease to be amused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-4774761881975948251?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T03:01:19.295-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/sayings-of-shrew.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Some Wacky Quotes</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/MVpfH6s8Iys/some-wacky-quotes.html</link><category>Great people</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 01:40:33 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-5468360702450015960</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;Some W a c k y Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity.- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does notstop until you get into the office.- Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate- Franklin P. Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?- Jean Cocturan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.- Darrin Weinberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pleasant.Death is peaceful.It's the transition that's troublesome.Help a man when he is in trouble he will remember you when he isin trouble again.Complex problems have simple, easy to understand wrong answers.It is not exactly cheating, I prefer to consider it creative problem solving.Whoever said money can't buy happiness, didn't know where to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol doesn't solve any problems but then again,neither does milk.Most people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.Forgive your enemies but remember their names.The number of people watching is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.Dont worry that the world ends today, its already tomorrow in Australia!So, Keep Smiling!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-5468360702450015960?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-21T01:40:33.085-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-wacky-quotes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>This is positive attitude</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/_PCvKuslysg/this-is-positive-attitude.html</link><category>Great people</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 22:58:20 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-1810791988477247834</guid><description>As Gandhi stepped aboard a train one day, one of his shoes slipped offand landed on the track. He was unable to retrieve it as the train was moving. To the amazement of his companions, Gandhi calmly took off hisother shoe and threw it back along the track to land close to the first.Asked by a fellow passenger why he did so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi smiled. "The poor manwho finds the shoes lying on the track," he replied, "will now have apair he can use."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-1810791988477247834?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T22:58:20.833-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-positive-attitude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>FACTS ABOUT LIFE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/7xaEd5n2nBw/fwd-fw-ffo-facts-about-life_16.html</link><category>facts</category><category>feel</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 23:34:45 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-4531679407126019262</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;isn't it strange how a 20 rupee note seems like such a large amount &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;when you donate it to temple, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;but such a small amount&lt;br /&gt;when you go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when&lt;br /&gt;you're at Temple, and how&lt;br /&gt;short they seem when you're&lt;br /&gt;watching a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange that you can't&lt;br /&gt;find a word to say when&lt;br /&gt;you're praying,&lt;br /&gt;but you have no trouble&lt;br /&gt;thinking what to talk about&lt;br /&gt;with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult&lt;br /&gt;and boring it is to read&lt;br /&gt;one chapter&lt;br /&gt;of the Bhagwad Gita, but how easy&lt;br /&gt;it is to read 100 pages of&lt;br /&gt;a popular novel ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone&lt;br /&gt;wants front-row-tickets&lt;br /&gt;to concerts or&lt;br /&gt;games, but they do whatever&lt;br /&gt;is possible to sit at the last&lt;br /&gt;row in Jagran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we need to&lt;br /&gt;know about an event for&lt;br /&gt;Temple2-3&lt;br /&gt;weeks before the day so we can&lt;br /&gt;include it in our agenda, but we can&lt;br /&gt;adjust it for other events in&lt;br /&gt;the last minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult it&lt;br /&gt;is to learn a fact about God to share it&lt;br /&gt;with others, but how easy&lt;br /&gt;it is to learn, understand,&lt;br /&gt;extend and repeat gossip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we&lt;br /&gt;believe everything&lt;br /&gt;that magazines and newspapers&lt;br /&gt;say, but we question the words in the&lt;br /&gt;Bhagwad Gita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone&lt;br /&gt;wants a place in&lt;br /&gt;heaven, but they don't want&lt;br /&gt;to believe, do, or say anything&lt;br /&gt;to get there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we send&lt;br /&gt;jokes in e-mails&lt;br /&gt;and they are forwarded&lt;br /&gt;right away,&lt;br /&gt;but when we are going to send&lt;br /&gt;messages about God, we think&lt;br /&gt;about it twice before we share&lt;br /&gt;it with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-4531679407126019262?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-16T23:34:45.144-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/fwd-fw-ffo-facts-about-life_16.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Million Dollar Lesson</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/pehxep_XK50/million-dollar-lesson.html</link><category>facts</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 03:10:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-8818185491284750229</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A cab driver taught me a million dollar lesson in customer satisfaction and expectation. Motivational speakers charge thousands of dollars to impart his kind of training to corporate executives and staff. It cost me a $12 taxi ride. I had flown into Dallas for the sole purpose of calling on a client. Time was of the essence and my plan included a quick turnaround trip from and back to the airport. A spotless cab pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver rushed to open the passenger door for me and made sure I was comfortably seated before he closed the door. As he got in the driver's seat, he mentioned that the neatly folded Wall Street Journal next to me for my use. He then showed me several tapes and asked me what type of music I would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! I looked around for a "Candid Camera!" Wouldn't you? I could not believe the service I was receiving! I took the opportunity to say, "Obviously you take great pride in your work. You must have a story to tell." "You bet," he replied, "I used to be in Corporate America. But I got tired of thinking my best would never be good enough. I decided to find my niche in life where I could feel proud of being the best I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I knew I would never be a rocket scientist, but I love driving cars, being of service and feeling like I have done a full day's work and done it well. I evaluate my personal assets and... wham! I became a cab driver. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know for sure, to be good in my business I could simply just meet the expectations of my passengers. But, to be GREAT in my business, I have to EXCEED the customer's expectations! I like both the sound and the return of being 'great' better than just getting by on 'average'" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/subscribe/MumbaiHangOut" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;written by: Petey Parker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-8818185491284750229?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-16T03:10:00.002-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/million-dollar-lesson.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Marvellous answer</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/51CZOqxjzbQ/marvellous-answer.html</link><category>facts</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 03:21:39 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-1638200374833841010</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car when hespotted the famous heart surgeon in his shop, who was standing off to the side,waiting for the service manager to come to take a look at his car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mechanic shouted across the garage,"Hello Doctor!! Please come over here fora minute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and askedargumentatively, "So doctor, look at this. I also open hearts, take valves out,grind 'em, put in new parts, and when I finish this will work as a new one. Sohow come you get the big money, when you and me is doing basically the samework? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The doctor leaned over and whispered to the mechanic.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He said: "Try to do it when the engine is running".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-1638200374833841010?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-06T03:21:39.979-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/marvellous-answer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Prison Life</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/mudU7-mgl5k/prison-life.html</link><category>fun</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 02:45:33 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-3926628340694240804</guid><description>A newspaper reporter was writing a feature story about prison life and was interviewing one of the prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you watch much television here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only the daytime shows," the inmate said. "At night we're locked in ourcells and don't see any television."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's too bad," the reporter said, "But I do think it is nice that thewarden lets you watch it in the daytime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, nice?" the inmate said. "That's part of the punishment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-3926628340694240804?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-06T02:45:33.385-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/prison-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Believe it or not silly answer were collected from GCSE exam ...... ...!!!!!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/UajwV4L5EQM/fwd-fw-jokesunlimited-believe-it-or-not.html</link><category>facts</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 02:33:53 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-5417592239291389398</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q: What causes the tides&lt;br /&gt;A: The tides are a fight between the earth and the moon all water tends to flow 2wards the moon bcuz ther is no water on the moon and the nature abhors a vaccum i forget where the sun joins in thia fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What happens to a boy when he reach puperty&lt;br /&gt;A: He says goodbye to his boyhood and looks 4ward 2 his adultery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How is dew formed&lt;br /&gt;A: The sun shines on the leaves and make them perspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Explain an process by which water can b made safe to drink&lt;br /&gt;A: Filteration makes water safe to drink bcuz it removes large pollutants like grit sand DEAD SHEEP and CANOEISTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is a planet&lt;br /&gt;A: A body of earth surrounded by sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are steroids&lt;br /&gt;A: Things 4 keeping the carpet still on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can u delay milk turning sour&lt;br /&gt;A: Keep it in a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Give an example of fungus wat is there chacteristic feature&lt;br /&gt;A: Mushrooms ! they grow in damp places so they look like umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is a thermalk illness&lt;br /&gt;A: When u r sick at an airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is an turbine&lt;br /&gt;A: Something an arab wears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name the 4 seasons&lt;br /&gt;A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-5417592239291389398?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-06T02:33:53.060-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/fwd-fw-jokesunlimited-believe-it-or-not.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>8 Tips For Losing Weight and Keeping It Off</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/PzxM7f9dIG8/fwd-fw-jokesunlimited-8-tips-for-losing.html</link><category>facts</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 02:32:15 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-2623541497820884165</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.   Never crash diet to lose weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you lose weight rapidly your body is typically only losing glycogen (carbohydrate) and water weight, not fat. Your body thinks that it's starving and reduces its metabolic rate, which makes it harder for your body to burn each calorie (they burn at a slower pace than they normally would). Then when you start eating normally again, your body stores as much food as it can into your fat cells in case of another "famine."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2.   Best weight loss plan: substitute foods instead of eliminating them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Although many people feel that "diet" or "reduced fat" foods are not as good as the original, it can be a big help to buy less fatty snack foods. Try out different reduced fat brands and items and who knows, you may find something that you like even better than the original. The key is making sustainable changes - if you can't live without tortilla chips, trying to eliminate them entirely from your diet won't work. Making the change to a lower-calorie reduced fat tortilla chip can make a noticeable change in total calories consumed over time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;3.   What drinks for losing weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Cutting soda out of your diet completely can save the average person 360 calories or more each day. Even diet soda, fruit juices, and whole milk can add unnecessary calories to your daily intake. Instead, drink lots of water and switch from whole to skim or even soy milk; the little things can make a big difference.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4.   Weight loss = healthy diet and moving around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Getting up, moving around, and exercising will reduce the amount of food that you will need to cut back on. There are obviously many opportunities to be athletic and active (i.e. sports teams, the gym, going for a jog, etc.) if that interests you, but these aren't the only ways to increase your activity level. You can walk to school, bike to work, walk up and down the stairs a few times before you take a shower, take an extra lap or two around the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;The American College of Sports Medicine recommends 30-45 minutes of moderate aerobic performed 3-5 times per week in their Guidelines for Healthy Aerobic Activity, but if all you can do is walk around the block twice before you go to bed, that's a good start. Anything is better than nothing, and it's harder to be eating while you're moving around, so it may result in you eating slightly less as well as burning more calories.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about aerobic exercise is that the benefits are cumulative - you essentially gain the same health benefits from taking three ten-minute walks throughout the day as you do from taking one 30 minute walk. With this in mind, it can be much easier to break your activity goal into manageable pieces that will fit into your day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;5.   Gradual changes are best for losing weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Gradually ease into your diet if possible. Many diet programs allow you to do this. Remember that small changes are easier to stick with than drastic ones. Start by always leaving a little extra on your plate, or drinking water instead of soda. Smaller changes are also more likely to remain with you when the duration of your diet is complete. Aim for behavior-change goals that you know you will be able to maintain over years, not just weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6.   Don't overeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you're full, or even simply satisfied, stop eating. There's no need to eat until your stomach feels like it's going to explode. Also, keep in mind that it takes a while for the nutrients in your food to enter your bloodstream, and circulate to the nerve centers in your brain that regulate appetite. Eating slowly is helpful in this regard--you give your body a chance to recognize that you've had enough to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7.   Try not to banish certain foods when dieting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't tell yourself that you can NEVER have something again because you will immediately crave it. People need to eat fats to be healthy as well, just make sure that you're eating them in moderation, and maybe try to balance out a fatty food you ate earlier in the day by choosing celery sticks over chips for your snack. Try to get yourself to think, "I know I CAN have it, but should I have it?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8.   Successful weight loss: be in it for the long term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Crash diets and unsustainable exercise routines will not keep you at your desired weight for the long term. You need to focus on realistic, acheivable goals - behavior modification that you can live with for years, instead of just weeks. For an example, let's say that a hypothetical person is ten pounds overweight, but at perfect energy balance - they eat exactly as many calories as they burn every day, so their weight remains constant. If that person sacrifices one small snack that they have every day, let's say a handful of chips equaling 100 calories, over the course of a year that person will lose over ten pounds! A pound of fat on your body represents 3500 stored calories. 100 calories X 365 days in a year = 36,500 calories, or over ten pounds of fat. Small changes can make a big difference in your health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-2623541497820884165?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-06T02:32:15.039-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/fwd-fw-jokesunlimited-8-tips-for-losing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Petrol Fever - A Real Eye Opener</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Feeltouchlove/~3/N_Nfc52RKhg/petrol-fever-real-eye-opener.html</link><category>facts</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Praveen)</author><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 23:16:10 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475651456575186017.post-7564524625588321779</guid><description>Dear Friends, Following is the article from well known Newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Find the detail break-up of the Final price of petrol available in pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a break up considering crude oil at 130 $ per barrel. Following details are for per liter petrol in Rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Basic Price                              =     Rs 21.93&lt;br /&gt;Excise duty                               =     Rs 14.35      &lt;br /&gt;Education Tax                          =     Rs 0.43&lt;br /&gt;Dealer commission                 =     Rs 1.05&lt;br /&gt;VAT                                           =     Rs 5.5&lt;br /&gt;Crude Oil Custom duty          =     Rs 1.1&lt;br /&gt;Petrol Custom                           =    Rs 1.54&lt;br /&gt;Transportation Charge           =    Rs 6.00&lt;br /&gt;Total price                                =     Rs 51.90 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a Rs 22 liter petrol at pumps we people pay Rs 28 tax extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Govt. is thinking to impose more price hike to curtain with the current crude oil bubble in International oil crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Central Govt. wish, it can still reduce the price of petrol in the current crisis situation, but it doesn't intend to do so, instead trying to fool the people and Nation. This is the basis LEFT parties are opposing, just generating more profits for the oil marketing companies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475651456575186017-7564524625588321779?l=feeltouchlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-03T23:16:10.225-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://feeltouchlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol-fever-real-eye-opener.html</feedburner:origLink></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

