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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="module" id="module2181206"&gt;         &lt;h2 class="module_title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LOTUS SUTRA&lt;/span&gt;:    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The invocation of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo was established by Nichiren on April 28, 1253. Having studied widely among all the Buddhist sutras, he had concluded that the Lotus Sutra contains the ultimate truth of Buddhism: that everyone without exception has the potential to attain Buddhahood. The title of the Lotus Sutra in its Japanese translation is Myoho-renge-kyo. But to Nichiren, Myoho-renge-kyo was far more than the title of a Buddhist text, it was the expression, in words, of the Law of life which all Buddhist teachings in one way or another seek to clarify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What follows is a brief and unavoidably limited explanation of some of the key concepts expressed by this phrase.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAM:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The word nam derives from Sanskrit. A close translation of its meaning is "to devote oneself." Nichiren established the practice of chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo as a means to enable all people to put their lives in harmony or rhythm with the law of life, or Dharma. In the original Sanskrit, nam indicates the elements of action and attitude, and refers therefore to the correct action one needs to take and the attitude one needs to develop in order to attain Buddhahood in this lifetime.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYOHO&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;br /&gt;Myoho literally means the Mystic Law, and expresses the relationship between the life inherent in the universe and the many different ways this life expresses itself. Myo refers to the very essence of life, which is "invisible" and beyond intellectual understanding. This essence always expresses itself in a tangible form (ho) that can be apprehended by the senses. Phenomena (ho) are changeable, but pervading all such phenomena is a constant reality known as myo.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENGE&lt;/span&gt;:   &lt;br /&gt;Renge means lotus flower. The lotus blooms and produces seeds at the same time, and thus represents the simultaneity of cause and effect. The circumstances and quality of our individual lives are determined by the causes and effects, both good and bad, that we accumulate (through our thoughts, words and actions) at each moment. This is called our "karma." The law of cause and effect explains that we each have personal responsibility for our own destiny. We create our destiny and we can change it. The most powerful cause we can make is to chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo; the effect of Buddhahood is simultaneously created in the depths of our life and will definitely manifest in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The lotus flower grows and blooms in a muddy pond, and yet remains pristine and free from any defilement, symbolizing the emergence of Buddhahood from within the life of an ordinary pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;rson.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KYO&lt;/span&gt;:   &lt;br /&gt;Kyo literally means sutra, the voice or teaching of a Buddha. In this sense, it also means sound, rhythm or vibration. Also, the Chinese character for kyo originally meant the warp in a piece of woven cloth, symbolizing the continuity of life throughout past, present and future. In a broad sense, kyo conveys the concept that all things in the universe are a manifestation of the Mystic Law.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANTING NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO&lt;/span&gt;:   &lt;br /&gt;"When deluded, one is called an ordinary being, but when enlightened, one is called a Buddha. This is similar to a tarnished mirror that will shine like a jewel when polished. A mind now clouded by the illusions of the innate darkness of life is like a tarnished mirror, but when polished, it is sure to become like a clear mirror, reflecting the essential nature of phenomena and the true aspect of reality. Arouse deep faith, and diligently polish your mirror day and night. How should you polish it? Only by chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I found this article on link given below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/NamMyohoRengeKyo"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/NamMyohoRengeKyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I would only say one thing i.e. please listen to the video and I am sure you will feel spiritual about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474332393830451557-3494824280771615932?l=fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~4/U_H9J8xA-BQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=33e585fd660ac636&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/3494824280771615932/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474332393830451557&amp;postID=3494824280771615932" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474332393830451557/posts/default/3494824280771615932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474332393830451557/posts/default/3494824280771615932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~3/U_H9J8xA-BQ/lotus-sutra.html" title="The Lotus Sutra" /><author><name>aparna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SMZquU2enVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-rZwZoBLoE/S220/Sleeping+beauty..jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/2008/09/lotus-sutra.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQHs8fSp7ImA9WxRRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474332393830451557.post-4428430231057925807</id><published>2008-09-24T20:07:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:28:11.575+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T18:28:11.575+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Touching Short Stories...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNp6istUOUI/AAAAAAAAADI/NZnmE_E5iTw/s1600-h/122.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNp6istUOUI/AAAAAAAAADI/NZnmE_E5iTw/s320/122.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249643052189104450" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around in a BigBazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy&lt;br /&gt;this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''aunty, are you sure I don't have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check&lt;br /&gt;again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''&lt;br /&gt;'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to&lt;br /&gt;sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'&lt;br /&gt;I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.&lt;br /&gt;The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still,to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.&lt;br /&gt;Please DO NOT DRINK &amp;amp; DRIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;This happened about a month ago near Lonavala.&lt;br /&gt;A guy was driving from Mumbai to Pune and decided not to take the new expressway as he wants to see the scenery. The inevitable happens and when he reaches the ghats his car breaks down - he's stranded miles from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Having no choice he starts walking on the side of the road, hoping to get a lift to the nearest town. It's dark and raining. And pretty soon he's wet and shivering. The night rolls on and no car goes by, the rain is so heavy he can hardly see a few feet ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he sees a car coming towards him. It slows and then stops next to him - without thinking the guy opens the door and jumps in.&lt;br /&gt;Seated in the back, he leans forward to thank the person who had saved him - when he realizes there is nobody behind the wheel!!!&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's no one in the front seat and no sound of any engine,the car starts moving slowly. The guy looks at the road ahead and sees a curve coming.&lt;br /&gt;Scared almost to death he starts to pray, begging the Lord for his life.He hasn't come out of shock, when just before he hits the curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel!&lt;br /&gt;The car makes the curve safely and continues on the road to the next bend. The guy, now paralyzed in terror, watches how the hand appears every time they are before a curve and moves the steering wheel just enough to get the car around each bend.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the guy sees lights ahead. Gathering his courage he wrenches open the door of the silent, slowly moving car, scrambles out and runs as hard as he can towards the lights. It's a small town.&lt;br /&gt;He stumbles into a dhaba, and asks for a drink, and breaks down. Then he starts talking about the horrible experience he's just been through.&lt;br /&gt;There is dead silence in the dhaba when he stops talking .....&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.....and that's when Santa and Banta Singh walk into the dhaba. Santa points and says "Look Banta - that's the weird guy who got into our car when we were pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;He met her on a party.She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. 'would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee....'&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: 'when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there'. While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his home sickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!&lt;br /&gt;Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: 'My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead..I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again'.&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!! Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love. Find one, who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares bout you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, '...that's her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;An old man lived alone in a village. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Son,I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.&lt;br /&gt;Love,Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram:&lt;br /&gt;'For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!!'&lt;br /&gt;At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next. His son's reply was: 'Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad.. It's the best I could do for you from here.'&lt;br /&gt;Moral:No Matter Where You Are In The World, If You Have Decided To Do Something Deep From Your Heart You Can Do It. It Is The Thought That Matters Not Where You Are Or Where The Person Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom:&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with Jose and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Mom, I'm pregnant and Jose said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Jose taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Jose can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter, Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;One day, when I was a freshman in high school,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like he was carrying all of hisbooks.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on aFriday?&lt;br /&gt;He must really be a nerd."&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with myfriends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.&lt;br /&gt;They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.&lt;br /&gt;They really should get lives.&lt;br /&gt;" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;There was a big smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;He said he had gone to private school before now.&lt;br /&gt;I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.&lt;br /&gt;We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.&lt;br /&gt;He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!"&lt;br /&gt;He just laughed and handed me half the books.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;When we were seniors, we began to think about college.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class.&lt;br /&gt;I teased him all the time about being a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;He had to prepare a speech for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day, I saw Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;He looked great.&lt;br /&gt;He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.&lt;br /&gt;He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.&lt;br /&gt;He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, sometimes I was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;I could see that he was nervous about his speech.&lt;br /&gt;So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll begreat!"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) andsmiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," he said.&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began&lt;br /&gt;"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you a story."&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.&lt;br /&gt;He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.&lt;br /&gt;He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Thankfully, I was saved.My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."&lt;br /&gt;I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.&lt;br /&gt;I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;With one small gesture you can change a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.&lt;br /&gt;Look for God in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Once there was loving couple traveling in a bus in a mountainous area. They decided to get down at some place. After the couple got down at some place the bus moved on. As the bus moved on, a huge rock fell on the bus from the mountain and crushed the bus to crumbs. Everybody on board was killed. The couple upon seeing that, said, "We wish we were on that bus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do u think they said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Come on think again&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.Come on try hard&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;------------------- Answer !!!! -------------------&lt;br /&gt;If they had remained on the bus instead of deciding to get down, the resulting time delay could have been avoided and the rock would have fallen after the bus had passed ..!!! Think positive in life always and look for opportunities when u can help Others......&lt;br /&gt;Many times in life, the opposite of Success is not Failure, its Quitting.&lt;br /&gt;Winners never quit, quitters never Win .&lt;br /&gt;Never expect things to happen. struggle and make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;Never expect yourself to be given a good value. .create a value of urown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Most importantly the last sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and told him that every time he lost his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temper, he must hammer a nail into the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the fence. The first day the boy had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few weeks, as he learned to control his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger, the number of nails hammered daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gradually dwindled down. He discovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was easier to hold his temper than to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose his temper at all. He told his father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about it and the father suggested that the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy now pull out one nail for each day that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was able to hold his temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;able to tell his father that all the nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were gone. The father took his son by the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have done well, my son, but look at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holes in the fence. The fence will never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same. When you say things in anger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they leave a scar just like this one. You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can put a knife in a man and draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't matter how many times you say I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you smile and encourage you to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lend an ear, they share words of praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they always want to open their hearts to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them rides on the donkey? "Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;Hi.......... ....... Trust the fact???????? ??&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story of a young college girl who passed away last month in Chandigarh . Her name was Priya. She was hit by a truck.She is working in a call centre. She has a boy friend named Shankar.Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the phone.You can never see her without her cellphone. In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost.&lt;br /&gt;She spends half of the day talking with shankar.Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my cellphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;After her death, people cudnt carry her body, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the body, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called a person who know to one of their neighbours, who can speak with the soul of dead person, who is a friend of her father.&lt;br /&gt;He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here." Then her friends told that person about her intentions to burn her with her phone.He then opened the grave box and place her phone and sim card inside the casket. After that they tried to carry the body. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily.&lt;br /&gt;All of us were shocked. Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom.....&lt;br /&gt;Shankar :...."Aunty, I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for me.Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, I wanna surprise her."Her mother replied..... "You come home first, I wanna tell you something very important."&lt;br /&gt;After he came, they told him the truth about Priya.Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her. Please stopthis nonsense".&lt;br /&gt;Then they show him the original death certificate to him.They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) He said... "Its not true. We spoke yesterday. She still calls me.Shankar was shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this...."he showed the phone to priya's family. all of them told him to answer. he talked using the loudspeaker mode.&lt;br /&gt;All of them heard his conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming.&lt;br /&gt;It is the actual voice of Priya &amp;amp; there is no way others could use her sim card since it is nailed.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the grave box they were so shocked and asked for the same person's(who can speak with the soul of deal perosns) help again. He brought his master to solve this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &amp;amp; his master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked for 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they discovered one thing which really shocked them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hutch has the best coverage.&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go, our network follows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shout on me I am also looking for the person who has sent me this mail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible in this world......because the word impossible says itself.....i- m-possible&lt;br /&gt;So keep trying...... All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;A Bihari hat-seller who was passing by a forest decided to take a nap under one of the trees, so he left his whole basket of hats by the side.A few hours later, he woke up and realized that all his hats were gone.He looked up and to his surprise, the tree was full of monkeys and they had taken all his hats. The Bihari sits down and thinks of how he can get the hats down.While thinking he started to scratch his head. The next moment, the monkeys were doing the same. Next, he took down his own hat, the monkeys did exactly the same. An idea came to him, he took his hat and threw it on the floor and the monkeys did that too. So he finally managed to get all his hats back.&lt;br /&gt;Fifty years later, his grandson, Laloo, also became a hat-seller and had heard this monkey story from his grandfather. One day, just like his grandfather, he passed by the same forest. It was very hot, and he took a nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor. He woke up and realized that all his hats were taken by the monkeys on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;He remembered his grand father's words, started scratching his head and the monkeys followed. He took down his hat and fanned himself and again the monkeys followed. Now, very convinced of his grandfather's idea,Laloo threw his hat on the floor but to his surprise, the monkeys still held on to all the hats. Then one monkey climbed down the tree, grabbed the hat on the floor, gave him a slap and said..&lt;br /&gt;"You think only you have a grandfather"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;boy: i promise.&lt;br /&gt;girl: ok blind fold me...&lt;br /&gt;so they drove off........... and then they stoped.&lt;br /&gt;boy:ok we're here!&lt;br /&gt;girl: where?&lt;br /&gt;boy:wait let me walk you to the place!&lt;br /&gt;girl: what place?&lt;br /&gt;boy: somewhere! (and gives a kiss to her on the lips)&lt;br /&gt;girl: babe!...&lt;br /&gt;the boy walks her to the place&lt;br /&gt;boy: ok.... let me take the blind fold off&lt;br /&gt;girl: where are we?&lt;br /&gt;he takes it off her and she opens her eyes and sees the view of the city and at that same spot... thats where he first asked her to be his girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;girl: omg.... (tears come down)&lt;br /&gt;boy: why are you crying?girl: this is where you first asked me out...&lt;br /&gt;boy: what are you doing the rest of your life? (he asked on his knees and after he says that...behind him... in the air it says will you marry me?" in fireworks)&lt;br /&gt;girl: (tears come down faster)&lt;br /&gt;boy: i wasnt at work when you called me... i was planning this whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;girl: get up!&lt;br /&gt;boy: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;girl: (kisses him)&lt;br /&gt;boy: is that a yes or a no?&lt;br /&gt;girl: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;"A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door...&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "I make Rs. 500 an hour"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?"&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious,"if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed.Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:"May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!"&lt;br /&gt;The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier", said the man,"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.300 you asked for"&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father."Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled."Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Dad I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Pls come home early tomorrow.I would like to have dinner with u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story that happened in Japan.In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan breaks open the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls.When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside hammered into one of its feet. He sees this,feels pity, and at the same time curious, as when he checked the nail,it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;The lizard has survived in such position for 10 years! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind-boggling.Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 10 years! without moving a single step--since its foot was nailed!&lt;br /&gt;So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it has been doing, and what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came, appears another lizard, with food in its mouth. Ah! He was stunned and touched deeply. For the lizard that was stuck by nail, another lizard has been feeding it for the past 10 years...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine? it has been doing that untiringly for 10 long years, without giving up hope on its partner.&lt;br /&gt;Think, will u do that to your partner?&lt;br /&gt;Think that will you do it to your Mom,&lt;br /&gt;Who brought you after a big struggle of  Nine long months ?&lt;br /&gt;Or at least to your Dad, Friends, Co-workers, brothers and Sisters?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with a brilliant mind can't.&lt;br /&gt;As information and communication technology advances, our access to information becomes faster and faster. But the distance between human beings    . . . is it getting closer as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town.&lt;br /&gt;One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty,bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.&lt;br /&gt;Eyebrows were raised and,as if in response,&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage.On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. "&lt;br /&gt;I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just some old birds," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time"&lt;br /&gt;"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."&lt;br /&gt;The pastor was silent for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you want for those birds, son?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;"How much?" the pastor asked again.&lt;br /&gt;The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"&lt;br /&gt;The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out,setting them free.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.&lt;br /&gt;One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt;Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"&lt;br /&gt;"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh,I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you want for them?"Jesus asked&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you.You don't want those people!!"&lt;br /&gt;"How much?" He asked again.&lt;br /&gt;Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "DONE!"&lt;br /&gt;Then He paid the price.&lt;br /&gt;The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan(who, by the way, also "believes" in God).Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;br /&gt;A good read - a long one though. But not long enough to discard.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE BENEFIT OF THOSE WHO HAD NOT READ THIS SPLENDID CONVERSATION EARLIER.&lt;br /&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But Goddidn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God...&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything.Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;seen God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your&lt;br /&gt;God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even&lt;br /&gt;more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat.But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees belowzero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe theabsence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not theopposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing asdarkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence ofsomething. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashinglight....But ifyou have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness,isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to makedarkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You arguethere is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You areviewing the concept of God as something finite, something we canmeasure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood eitherone.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the factthat death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not theopposite of life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved froma monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, ofcourse, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize wherethe argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution atwork and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but apreacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain,felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So,according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his faceunfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir... The link between man &amp;amp; god is FAITH. That isall that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won't you?....this is a true story, and the student was none other than......... APJ Abdul Kalamm , The present President of India.&lt;br /&gt;-- "Chaos, panic, &amp;amp; disorder -- my work here is done.""Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.""If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them." "Errors have been made. 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNs0fGIaExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jtFnDeUySCw/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNs0fGIaExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jtFnDeUySCw/s320/9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249847499456910098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNs0fpsO0gI/AAAAAAAAAEY/F63qpimeO4E/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNs0fpsO0gI/AAAAAAAAAEY/F63qpimeO4E/s320/10.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249847509002408450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is a free country..Population around crores..Moving faster wid other countries.My heart sank when I see people begging on streets,local trains,railway platforms,local trains..almost everywhere u travel.India is growing faster with technology and economically too...almost in every sphere of life...and I guess anyone will agree with me that its growing with poverty too.Have you ever seen the eyes of those poor people who sit on railway bridges begging for money or those small children who ask for money while you are travelling on those local trains????????We all, like we have always been trained to do this from childhood,jus ignore this people.Now you would say what is in this..dis happens everyday..Well I would suggest you to have a look at the pics below..I hope you feel something about it...Please watch the video too and dont forget to leave a comment below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483024750583922" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNno_4CzoHI/AAAAAAAAACo/_RkpyxXh-hQ/s320/indian-penury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNno_6MChRI/AAAAAAAAACw/zYZ8rHtYPV0/s1600-h/poverty_3_0146.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483025326179602" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNno_6MChRI/AAAAAAAAACw/zYZ8rHtYPV0/s320/poverty_3_0146.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnpABHx8PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vLp71d0N60Y/s1600-h/poverty_wideweb__430x387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483027187364082" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnpABHx8PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vLp71d0N60Y/s320/poverty_wideweb__430x387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnpAGijbvI/AAAAAAAAADA/HbLhtO27pms/s1600-h/Starving-children-India.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483028641836786" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnpAGijbvI/AAAAAAAAADA/HbLhtO27pms/s320/Starving-children-India.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoSVaU6II/AAAAAAAAACA/KWnxMRKrDkc/s1600-h/_41947876_beggarwoman_250bap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482242359879810" style="width: 203px; height: 250px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoSVaU6II/AAAAAAAAACA/KWnxMRKrDkc/s320/_41947876_beggarwoman_250bap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoTCZGCpI/AAAAAAAAACY/_O7nmkp_dUs/s1600-h/2002931359_d90c740fa5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482254434306706" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoTCZGCpI/AAAAAAAAACY/_O7nmkp_dUs/s320/2002931359_d90c740fa5_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoSt2eCaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bLJMMJHdSI4/s1600-h/110873126_1e71b9fffb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoTLf_C4I/AAAAAAAAACg/IENzO3fTbJQ/s1600-h/india_street_vendor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482256879127426" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoTLf_C4I/AAAAAAAAACg/IENzO3fTbJQ/s320/india_street_vendor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoSt2eCaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bLJMMJHdSI4/s1600-h/110873126_1e71b9fffb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482248920369570" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNnoSt2eCaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bLJMMJHdSI4/s320/110873126_1e71b9fffb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;I am not saying that you should go ahead and give some money to those beggars.Instead,you can donate some money to charitable trusts like CRY atleast once in a year.OR maybe you can adopt one child too.Someday go ahead and visit some old heritage home or orphanage.I am sure it will create a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Aparna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T18:26:47.250+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Famous Novels</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt;Chetan Bhagat&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.1 Five point someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/16208187/chetan_bhagat_five_point_someone.pdf.rar.html"&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/16208187/chetan_bhagat_five_point_someone.pdf.rar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.2 The three mistakes of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/145930957/Three_Mistakes_Of_my_Life.pdf"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/145930957/Three_Mistakes_Of_my_Life.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt;Margaret Mitchell&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.1 Gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/olivia_hav/gone_with_the_wind_margaret_mitchell.pdf"&gt;www.geocities.com/olivia_hav/gone_with_the_wind_margaret_mitchell.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.1 The deception point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/81886145/Deception_Point.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/81886145/Deception_Point.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.2 Angels and demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83244104/Dan_Brown_-_Angels_and_Demons.pdf"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/83244104/Dan_Brown_-_Angels_and_Demons.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/9643339/dfabc5f9/Brown_Dan_-_Angels_and_Demons.html?s=1"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/9643339/dfabc5f9/Brown_Dan_-_Angels_and_Demons.html?s=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.3 The Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83244236/Dan_Brown_-_The_DaVinci_Code.pdf"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/83244236/Dan_Brown_-_The_DaVinci_Code.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/_t_/da+vinci+code"&gt;http://www.esnips.com/_t_/da+vinci+code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.4 Digital Fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/13156530/a7890a57/Brown_Dan_-_Digital_Fortress.html?s=1"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/13156530/a7890a57/Brown_Dan_-_Digital_Fortress.html?s=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 All books of Dan brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esnips.com/web/Dan-Brown"&gt;http://esnips.com/web/Dan-Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt;Sidney Sheldon&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.1 A collection of her 16 famous books.&lt;br /&gt;RAR password: books_for_all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/25934144/B132EEC7-BE09-4953-9E00-294FBF27639E.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/25934144/B132EEC7-BE09-4953-9E00-294FBF27639E.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.2 Another link for sidney sheldon books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esnips.com/web/Sidney-Sheldon"&gt;http://esnips.com/web/Sidney-Sheldon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.3 Tell Me Your Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102794095/Tell_Me_Your_Dreams.rtf"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102794095/Tell_Me_Your_Dreams.rtf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.4 Morning Noon Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102793425/Morning_Noon_Night.doc"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102793425/Morning_Noon_Night.doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Memories Of Midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102792990/Memories_Of_Midnight.doc"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102792990/Memories_Of_Midnight.doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.6 Sands of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102793868/Sands_of_Time.doc"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102793868/Sands_of_Time.doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.7 The Stars Shine Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102794884/The_Stars_Shine_Down.doc"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102794884/The_Stars_Shine_Down.doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.8 Are You Afraid of The Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102792615/Are_You_Afraid_of_The_Dark.doc"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102792615/Are_You_Afraid_of_The_Dark.doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.9The Otherside of Midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102794713/The_Otherside_of_Midnight.doc"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102794713/The_Otherside_of_Midnight.doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.10 Rage Of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102793728/RAGE_OF_ANGELS.doc"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102793728/RAGE_OF_ANGELS.doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.11 Additional Books&lt;br /&gt;A Herdeira&lt;br /&gt;A Stranger In The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;Best Laid Plans&lt;br /&gt;If Tomorrow Comes&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Last Forever&lt;br /&gt;The Doomsday Conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;The Naked Face&lt;br /&gt;The Sky Is Falling&lt;br /&gt;Windmill Of The Gods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102793172/More_Of_SidneySheldon.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/102793172/More_Of_SidneySheldon.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Eric Sehgal&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.1 Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/61035219/love-story-by-erich-segal.pdf"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/61035219/love-story-by-erich-segal.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.1 Short Stories by Agatha Christie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83668200/Complete_Short_Stories_by_Agatha_Christie.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/83668200/Complete_Short_Stories_by_Agatha_Christie.rar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.2 Complete Agatha Christie Collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/103496487/AGATHA_Complete_collection.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/103496487/AGATHA_Complete_collection.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Lord Of the Rings&lt;/strong&gt; (Complete Collection):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/38429693/Lord_of_the_Rings_Collection.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/38429693/Lord_of_the_Rings_Collection.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/web/Nicholas-Sparks"&gt;http://www.esnips.com/web/Nicholas-Sparks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.1 A bend in Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/43264676/b1d1aae/A_Bend_In_The_Road.html?dirPwdVerified=82bc6fb5"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/43264676/b1d1aae/A_Bend_In_The_Road.html?dirPwdVerified=82bc6fb5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.2 True Believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/43264674/e5137b82/True_Believer.html?dirPwdVerified=82bc6fb5"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/43264674/e5137b82/True_Believer.html?dirPwdVerified=82bc6fb5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.3 The wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hfnmwdr5n1d"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?hfnmwdr5n1d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.4 A walk to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/17996477/81af7bb8/A_Walk_To_Remember.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/17996477/81af7bb8/A_Walk_To_Remember.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 The Rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xinio.info/?http://ifile.it/vrx7ou/nicholas_sparks_-_the_rescue_com_v4.0_txt.rar"&gt;http://xinio.info/?http://ifile.it/vrx7ou/nicholas_sparks_-_the_rescue_com_v4.0_txt.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;strong&gt;Robin Sharma&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.1 The monk who sold his Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esnips.com/doc/f699d1cf-84ab-4799-bca1-665147e9442c/The-Monk-Who-Sold-His-Ferrari.pdf"&gt;http://esnips.com/doc/f699d1cf-84ab-4799-bca1-665147e9442c/The-Monk-Who-Sold-His-Ferrari.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10.1 The Dairy of A Young Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/114770126/AnneFrank-TheDiaryOfAYoungGirl.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/114770126/AnneFrank-TheDiaryOfAYoungGirl.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;:He is my favourite author....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.1 The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/115710987/Alchemist.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/115710987/Alchemist.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.2 The Devil &amp;amp; Miss Prym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/8279470/The_Devil___Miss_Prym_by_Paulo_Coehlo.rgo"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/8279470/The_Devil___Miss_Prym_by_Paulo_Coehlo.rgo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.3 All other books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esnips.com/web/Paulo-Coelho"&gt;http://esnips.com/web/Paulo-Coelho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.4 Seven books Collection here:&lt;br /&gt;1.Veronika Decides to Die&lt;br /&gt;2.By the River Piedra I sat down and wept&lt;br /&gt;3.The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;4.The Devil and Miss Prym&lt;br /&gt;5.The Valkyries&lt;br /&gt;6.The Witch of Portobello&lt;br /&gt;7.The Zahir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/115743245/GT_Coelho_Paulo_7books.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/115743245/GT_Coelho_Paulo_7books.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;strong&gt;Ayn Rand&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esnips.com/web/Ayn-Rand"&gt;http://esnips.com/web/Ayn-Rand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;strong&gt;Khalid Hosseini&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.1 The Kite Runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/115711245/Khaled_Hosseini_-_The_Kite_Runner.pdf"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/115711245/Khaled_Hosseini_-_The_Kite_Runner.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;strong&gt;Nancy Drew&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Instinct For Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Greek Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;Easy Marks&lt;br /&gt;Mystery of Crocodile Island&lt;br /&gt;Ringmaster Secret&lt;br /&gt;The Clue in the Crumbling Wall&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned For Danger&lt;br /&gt;Trial by Fire&lt;br /&gt;This Side of Evil&lt;br /&gt;White Water Terror&lt;br /&gt;Two Points To Murder&lt;br /&gt;Deadly Doubles&lt;br /&gt;The Secret of Red Gate Farm&lt;br /&gt;Hit and Run Holiday&lt;br /&gt;The Hidden Staircase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/114895363/Nancy_Drew_Collection.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/114895363/Nancy_Drew_Collection.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474332393830451557-6027185452927612954?l=fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~4/lTj0FdBxZfs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/6027185452927612954/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474332393830451557&amp;postID=6027185452927612954" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMQXc6eip7ImA9WxRRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474332393830451557.post-2202854019269888701</id><published>2008-09-23T17:26:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:34:40.912+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T18:34:40.912+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Beautiful poems...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNja3bbEtSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HwH3pcJY9W8/s1600-h/ch.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNja3bbEtSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HwH3pcJY9W8/s320/ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249186011489285410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.This is a poem I myself have memorized. It means a lot to me... it's something I can relate to. It was in "The Perks of Being a Wallflower." You might consider reading that, it's a GREAT story. Just remember to be open minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wrote a poem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he called it "Chops"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  because that was the name of his dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And that's what it was all about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his teacher gave him an A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  and a gold star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And his mother hung it on the kitchen door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  and read it to his aunts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; That was the year father Tracy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took all the kids to the zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And he let them sing on the bus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his little sister was born&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  with tiny toenails&lt;br /&gt;and no hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his mother and father kissed a lot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner sent him&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  valentine signed with a row of x's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he had to ask his father what the x's meant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his father always tucked him in bed at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And was always there to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wrote a poem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And called it "Autumn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  because that was the name of the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And that's what it was all about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his teacher gave him an A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and asked him to write more clearly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  because of its new paint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids told him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  that father Tracy smoked cigars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And left butts on the pews&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes they would burn holes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the year his sister got glasses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with thick lenses and black frames&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner laughed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he asked her to go see Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids told him why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  his mother and father kissed a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And his father never tucked him in at night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his father got mad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he asked him to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on a paper torn from his notebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  he wrote a poem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he called it "Innocense: A Question"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because that was the question about his girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it was all about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his professor gave him an A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a strange steady look&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because he never showed her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the year father Tracy died&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he forgot how the end &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the Apostle's Creed went&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he caught his sister&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  making out on the back porch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his mother and father never kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  or even talked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore too much makeup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made him cough when he kissed her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he kissed her anyway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because that was the thing to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his father snoring soundly&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why on the back of a brown paper bag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tried another poem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's what it was really all about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gave himself an A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And a slash on each damned wrist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hung it on the bathroom door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  because he didn't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  he could reach the kitchen."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The Oyster&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was an oyster whose story I tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Who found that some sand had got into his shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It was only a grain but it gave him great pain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For oysters have feelings although they're so plain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had brought him to such a deplorable state?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he curse at the government, cry for election,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And claim that the sea should have given him protection?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No--He said to himself as he lay on a shell,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the years have rolled around, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the years always do,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he came to his ultimate destiny--stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the small grain of sand that had bothered him so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now the tale has a moral;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For isn't it grand what an oyster can do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a morsel of sand.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What couldn't we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If we'd only begin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some of the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; That get under our skin.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.There is a poem that has touched me much like this one- It is from the movie “Somewhere in time” It is called….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Is it you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The man of my dreams has almost faded now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I have created in my mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sort of man each woman dreams of in the deepest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most secret reaches of her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can almost see him now before me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I say to him, if he were really here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Forgive me, I have never known this feeling . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I’ve lived without it all my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder, then, that I failed to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; recognize you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You . . . who brought it to me for the first time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way I can tell you how my life has changed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to say . . .&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Except for these. . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such would I say to him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . . . if he were really here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow!  &lt;/span&gt;By Khalil Gibran,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I said to my friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "See her leaning over his arm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yesterday she leaned over my arm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Tomorrow she will lean over mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "See her sitting at his side;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And yesterday she sat at my side."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Tomorrow she will sit at mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Don't you see her drinking from his cup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And yesterday she sipped from mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Tomorrow she will drink from mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Look how she glances at him with eyes full of Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and with just such love, yesterday she glanced at me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Tomorrow she will glance at me, likewise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Listen to her whispering songs of love in his ears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And yesterday she whispered the same songs in mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Tomorrow she will whisper them in mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Look at her embracing him; and yesterday she embraced me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Tomorrow she will lie in my arms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "What a strange woman she is!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 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MATLAB is heavily used in many technical fields for data analysis, problem solving, and for experimentation and algorithm development.    Discipline-specific software written in MATLAB, organized into libraries of functions called toolboxes, is widely used as well.  MATLAB has found extensive use as the basis for computational laboratory work in technical education;  more than 1000 textbooks use MATLAB as a teaching vehicle.   MATLAB is a product of The Mathworks of Natick, Massachusetts, USA.So guys here are some few links if you are looking forward to learn matlab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Its really nice to start understanding the basics from this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edu.levitas.net/Tutorials/Matlab/index.html"&gt;http://edu.levitas.net/Tutorials/Matlab/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Nice hardcore control systems examples explaining simulink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dynsys.uml.edu/downloads.htm#MATLAB%20&amp;amp;%20Simulink"&gt;http://dynsys.uml.edu/downloads.htm#MATLAB%20&amp;amp;%20Simulink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Simply superb tutorials with explaination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://personal.stevens.edu/%7Effisher/me345/"&gt;http://personal.stevens.edu/~ffisher/me345/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Nice site to understand control systems using matlab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.library.cmu.edu/ctms/ctms/basic/basic.htm"&gt;http://www.library.cmu.edu/ctms/ctms/basic/basic.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Wanna learn fuzzy logic using matlab??Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rs376.rapidshare.com/files/105574345/Introduction_to_Fuzzy_Logic_using_MatLab_-_Sivanandam_Sumathi_and_Deepa.pdf"&gt;http://rs376.rapidshare.com/files/105574345/Introduction_to_Fuzzy_Logic_using_MatLab_-_Sivanandam_Sumathi_and_Deepa.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Another site for fuzzy logic using matlab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oersted.dtu.dk/English/education/courses/au/31361.aspx"&gt;http://www.oersted.dtu.dk/English/education/courses/au/31361.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Modern Control Systems Analysis &amp;amp; Design using Matlab by Robert H.Bishop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/125715277/SDKLJ.part1.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/125715277/SD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/125715277/SDKLJ.part1.rar"&gt;KLJ.part1.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/125715277/SDKLJ.part2.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/125715277/SD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/125715277/SDKLJ.part2.rar"&gt;KLJ.part2.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Nice book for freshers to start with MATLAB.&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/71825527/McGraw.Hill.MATLAB.Demystified.Apr.2007.eBook-BBL.rar"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/71825527/McGraw.Hill.MATLAB.Demystified.Apr.2007.eBook-BBL.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Guide to electric power generation using MATLAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" target="_blank" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/108868565/MATLAB.PDF"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/108868565/MATLAB.PDF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.Neural networks using Matlab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" target="_blank" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/2066800/Handbook.Face.Recognition-038740595X.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/2066800/Handbook.Face.Recognition-038740595X.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Matlab Numerical Methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/125726378/FDC97.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/125726378/FDC97.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12.Advance Engineering and Matlab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" target="_blank" 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type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apart from online jobs,I found one more interesting online money earning resource...&amp;amp; i.e. PTC and PTR...PTC means simply Paid to click i.e.you are paid to click on ads.PTR means Paid to recieve i.e. you are paid to recieve mails(advertising mails).When i did google search for such sites,I found most of them to be fake.In fact in some public forums like yahoo answers,I found some unknown users wrote good reviews about the scam sites.I guess the site pays to write good reviews too.Then how do we identify between which answer or post is genuine or fake.I would like to mention few points that do help me in identifying scams:&lt;br /&gt;1.Before signing up for any online job site,jus search on google if its fake or scam simply by using words like "Fake","Scam","Fraud",etc.&lt;br /&gt;2.Never search sites by writing work for home or online jobs...Instead try freelance jobs,etc.&lt;br /&gt;3.Dont ever share your account no while signing up.&lt;br /&gt;4.Dont signup with sites where you need to pay registration fees coz most of them are scams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are some sites that I found to be genuine..where you get to earn for mails or sms you recieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.moneycosmos.com/?r=365713"&gt;Money Cosmos&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;They just pay you to register with their advertiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.paidmail.com/"&gt;Paid Mail&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are paid to recieve advertising mails.Payment is made via paypal or e-gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Low Cash Out:&lt;br /&gt;It pays you to surf,recieve mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.mginger.com/index.jsp?inviteId=1764601"&gt;mGinger&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can send sms to mobile for free as well as get paid to recieve ad sms.It has lots of users.So definately not fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://www.rupeemail.in/rupeemail/invite.do?in=MTk5ODU3JSMlbk44dGgwSWZxbHNRM1VTVE1pT3pSYXVqQw=="&gt;Rupee Mail&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one is very famous site for paid mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a 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title="Paid to Click and Paid to Read Services" /><author><name>aparna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SMZquU2enVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-rZwZoBLoE/S220/Sleeping+beauty..jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/2008/09/apart-from-online-jobsi-found-one-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CQH46fSp7ImA9WxRRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474332393830451557.post-7372308669663468274</id><published>2008-09-12T17:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:26:01.015+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T18:26:01.015+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Dreams.....</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNjgoXbh7fI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iyGXdOI5GL0/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNjgoXbh7fI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iyGXdOI5GL0/s320/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192349789187570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                 What are dreams??? Watching an apple fall from a tree or watching yourself as the main lead in the same serial/movie that you just saw at night or kissing someone you really wanted to kiss from a long time but couldn’t do it….it could be anything…good or bad anything. I would say a dream is nothing but an essel world or fantasyland where we let out all our emotions…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                   Right at this moment, this very second ,when I m writing my thoughts on this piece of paper I m just wondering how many people like me must be dreaming…Dreaming about their future…how tomorrow would be…But why is it that dreams are always associated with future….I don’t agree…Sometimes they are also related to your past…For e.g., reminding you of innocent childhood friendships, people…I see lots of dreams….Some dreams show me my mistakes done in past, some bring me more close to my family and sometimes some stupid movie back in my dream with me surrounded by devils….Its quite funny when I wake up n jus think about what I saw after such a horror dream…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                    I have this strange habit of analyzing my dream when every time I wake up after dreaming…trying to recollect what I saw and how its related to what had happened…I don’t know how many people like me see demons in their dreams after watching a horror show or exams during exam periods…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     But I thing is for sure i.e. every living thing do dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     Somewhere in the back of my mind I feel dreams guide you towards your sole purpose in life…They give you the strength when you are down…And I do believe that there are vibes associated with dreams….I guess I just writing to much with the flow.. At the end of this day I want to pray god that let everyone’s dream come true…Tc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aparna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474332393830451557-7372308669663468274?l=fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~4/bgpFn8kbBdc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/7372308669663468274/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474332393830451557&amp;postID=7372308669663468274" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474332393830451557/posts/default/7372308669663468274?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474332393830451557/posts/default/7372308669663468274?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~3/bgpFn8kbBdc/dreams.html" title="Dreams....." /><author><name>aparna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SMZquU2enVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-rZwZoBLoE/S220/Sleeping+beauty..jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SNjgoXbh7fI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iyGXdOI5GL0/s72-c/image006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MQ3syfyp7ImA9WxRRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474332393830451557.post-4849202259989016914</id><published>2008-09-10T11:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:23:02.597+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-30T11:23:02.597+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ebooks" /><title>Free ebooks links...</title><content type="html">&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have collected some really interesting and helpful links for e-books. I would like to share them with everyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. This one contains a huge collection of novels mostly old…rare to find&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globusz.com/authors_a.asp"&gt;http://www.globusz.com/authors_a.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Some cool novels&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/users/A5XRRM"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/users/A5XRRM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Astrology: I don’t know how many people like me find astrology amusing. Check this site as it contains Linda Goodman book. I guess it’s the best book I have read till date that describes the person as per his/her sun sign.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/aries.htm"&gt;http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/aries.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;4. This one has a huge collection of engg, GRE, CAT, IELTS and some novels e-books too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://free-ebooks-center.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://free-ebooks-center.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. Site about e-books related to electronics and digital signal processing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-dsp.com/free-ebooks"&gt;http://www.e-dsp.com/free-ebooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;6. Previous GATE Papers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onestopgate.com/gate-preparation"&gt;http://www.onestopgate.com/gate-preparation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;7. Turbo C for vista&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://techix.blogspot.com/2007/08/turbo-c-for-vista.html"&gt;http://techix.blogspot.com/2007/08/turbo-c-for-vista.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;8. Lots of free ebooks link(technical mostly)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebookslinks786.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ebookslinks786.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;9. Free IT e-books source of free e-book download, free flash e-books, free programming e-books, free computer e-books, free e-book, free tutorial e-book, free pdf e-book&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allfree.fermanaziz.com/softwares_free_download.html"&gt;http://allfree.fermanaziz.com/softwares_free_download.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;10.Babylon Picture Dictionary:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is available in 21 parts.You need to download all the parts.Nice technique to remember words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.4shared.com/dir/6420400/9995a613/sharing.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/dir/6420400/9995a613/sharing.html&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would keep on adding more links as I find anything useful. Any suggestions or comments are highly appreciated. Also, I would also invite you to add some of your links that can be helpful to others too.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thanks,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aparna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474332393830451557-4849202259989016914?l=fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~4/Q-XziAw0XiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4849202259989016914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474332393830451557&amp;postID=4849202259989016914" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474332393830451557/posts/default/4849202259989016914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474332393830451557/posts/default/4849202259989016914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~3/Q-XziAw0XiA/free-ebooks-links.html" title="Free ebooks links..." /><author><name>aparna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SMZquU2enVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-rZwZoBLoE/S220/Sleeping+beauty..jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-ebooks-links.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CSHY4eyp7ImA9WxRRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474332393830451557.post-6762653666349470639</id><published>2008-09-09T12:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:24:29.833+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T18:24:29.833+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology" /><title>How To Restore And Recover Your Firefox Bookmarks</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Today morning when I logged into my &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.clazh.com/how-to-restore-and-recover-your-firefox-bookmarks/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(231, 34, 120) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(231, 34, 120) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;computer and started Firefox for some reason it crashed. This has happened to me a number of times since I open too many tabs. The unfortunate thing is that after the crash sometime your settings and bookmarks are lost.I have listed the steps to recover your bookmarks in case they get lost or corrupted after a crash.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;1. Browse and Navigate to the Hard disk where your Windows is Installed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Then go to the following location C:\Documents and Settings\&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aparna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;\Application Data\Mozilla\Firefox\Profiles\&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;strong&gt;Aparna&lt;/strong&gt; is the user name with which you log into windows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;3. Inside the Profiles folders you should see a single directory or multiple directories if you are using multiple Firefox Profiles.&lt;br /&gt;Select your Default Firefox Directory.&lt;br /&gt;Example &lt;strong&gt;stzbt87m.default&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;4. Inside this Directory you will see a folder called &lt;strong&gt;“bookmarkbackups”&lt;/strong&gt; go into this folder.&lt;br /&gt;You will see a bunch of html Files name bookmarks and a date. These are the bookmarks that have been backup &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.clazh.com/how-to-restore-and-recover-your-firefox-bookmarks/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(231, 34, 120) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(231, 34, 120); color: rgb(231, 34, 120) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the last five days by Firefox.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5. Select a file that is a day or two older than todays date.&lt;br /&gt;For example today’s date is &lt;strong&gt;2008-05-22&lt;/strong&gt; then select &lt;strong&gt;bookmarks-2008-05-21.html&lt;/strong&gt; i.e a file which is a day older.Copy this file and rename it to bookmarks.html&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;6. Put this file in the main Default profile Directory and replace the old file.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i.e C:\Documents and Settings\Aparna Data\Mozilla\Firefox\Profiles\stzbt87m.default\&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;7. Start Firefox (Assuming that it was closed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474332393830451557-6762653666349470639?l=fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~4/zp3j4BJUwlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/6762653666349470639/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474332393830451557&amp;postID=6762653666349470639" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474332393830451557/posts/default/6762653666349470639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474332393830451557/posts/default/6762653666349470639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/fuzzy-thought/~3/zp3j4BJUwlk/how-to-restore-and-recover-your-firefox.html" title="How To Restore And Recover Your Firefox Bookmarks" /><author><name>aparna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPdOOyygZXA/SMZquU2enVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-rZwZoBLoE/S220/Sleeping+beauty..jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fuzzy-thought.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-restore-and-recover-your-firefox.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEADSHw4fip7ImA9WxRRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474332393830451557.post-9216660670710966293</id><published>2008-09-08T19:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:22:59.236+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T18:22:59.236+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Online Jobs" /><title>Reality Check On Online Jobs....</title><content type="html">&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t know how many people like me have tried this before…But its quite interesting...I mean the concept of online jobs or u can say work from home...Sitting at home, I tried to search some sites which do offer such jobs.......monster, naukri ,blah blah....What I found is most of the sites are fake…Fake testimonials…Fake ads…You can earn so much money by signing up here. Genuine sites like monster and naukri are of little help when it comes to online jobs coz I hardly found any online job there. I would like to categorize 4 types of online jobs as per my research..
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&lt;br /&gt;1.Typing at home:
&lt;br /&gt;It includes filling some forms, copy paste jobs can do it either online or offline. Seriously guys, I haven’t tried it but as per my search on such jobs, all are fake.. It would have been interesting if there would have been some serious kind of such online job…
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;2.Paid Surveys:
&lt;br /&gt;I found few sites which I felt are genuine enough. N I did signup a few…But I guess you don’t get regular surveys here too.. But seriously men I found this kind of job interesting. One more thing I would like to mention here is what I felt through paid survey sites is that when u sign them up for free, you tend to give them lots of personal information about your lifestyle, family, occupation, etc.. I would say in d end you do give up lots of info about u for free.. I am just adding up a few links if in case if anyone is looking up for some genuine site for online work.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This one I seriously found to be genuine:
&lt;br /&gt;http://www.internetpaidsurveys.com/international/survey-india.htm
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;You may read this for additional information
&lt;br /&gt;http://in.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070522071058AAnfsTM
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;http://www.npdor.com/default.asp
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;http://www.globaltestmarket.com/gtm/gtm/login.php
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;3.Technical Jobs:
&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t tried much for such jobs. But I saw few genuine IT jobs…programming, blogging, etc. I found few genuine sites where you need to bargain for the job.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;4.Others:
&lt;br /&gt;I also found few jobs where you will be paid for making calls, receiving smses on your cell phones, etc. But I advise you not to get into all such jobs as most of them are fake.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways the choice depends on you what you kind of job you wana do. I would also like to say one more thing i.e.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;“PLEASE READ THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS FOR ANY ONLINE JOB SITE BEFORE YOU SIGNUP.”
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Never go for any site where you need to pay for membership as most of them are fake.
&lt;br /&gt;I hope I would be of atleast 1% help for ppl similar like me who are out there on hunt for online jobs.. Any comments or suggestions are always appreciated.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,
&lt;br /&gt;Aparna.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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