<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2024 09:08:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>story</category><category>moral</category><category>inspiration</category><category>Bhagat</category><category>Chetan</category><category>Life</category><category>speech</category><category>Environment</category><category>Fun</category><category>Indian</category><category>Plastic</category><category>Pollution</category><category>Railways</category><category>Reservation</category><category>Train</category><category>Travel</category><category>dialogues</category><category>education</category><category>hobby</category><category>love</category><category>motivational</category><category>movies</category><category>passion</category><category>photography</category><category>time</category><category>tirupati</category><category>*#0000#</category><category>*#06#</category><category>2020</category><category>4 wives</category><category>64</category><category>APJ</category><category>Abdul</category><category>Adieu</category><category>Alexander</category><category>Ambition</category><category>Bible Gift</category><category>Box</category><category>Brooklyn Bridge</category><category>Buzzard</category><category>CO2</category><category>CTC</category><category>Change</category><category>Churchill</category><category>Corruption</category><category>Crow</category><category>Delhi</category><category>Echo</category><category>Enjoyment</category><category>Farewell</category><category>Fleming</category><category>Freshers</category><category>Hobbies</category><category>House</category><category>IMEI</category><category>Infection</category><category>Inventions</category><category>Kalam</category><category>List</category><category>Motivation</category><category>Nagala</category><category>Nagalapuram</category><category>Parable</category><category>Pencil</category><category>Pencillin</category><category>Puppies</category><category>Questions</category><category>Quiz</category><category>RAC</category><category>Revolution</category><category>Roebling</category><category>Serial no</category><category>Three Trees</category><category>Trekking</category><category>WL</category><category>Washington</category><category>Window</category><category>animals</category><category>animation</category><category>apogee</category><category>arts</category><category>bat</category><category>books</category><category>boy</category><category>brick</category><category>bumblebee</category><category>busy</category><category>children</category><category>climate change</category><category>culture</category><category>daughter</category><category>death</category><category>emotion</category><category>enterprenuer</category><category>enterprenuership</category><category>fiction</category><category>four wives</category><category>frogs</category><category>gif</category><category>girl</category><category>glass of milk</category><category>global warming</category><category>help</category><category>howard</category><category>images</category><category>inconvenient truth</category><category>kalas</category><category>kelly</category><category>kisses</category><category>krishna</category><category>lunar phases</category><category>marbles</category><category>mobile</category><category>model</category><category>moon</category><category>nature</category><category>non fiction</category><category>photos</category><category>pune</category><category>reading</category><category>relationship</category><category>romantic</category><category>sand</category><category>stone</category><category>stroy</category><category>sucker punch</category><category>sweets</category><category>symbiosis</category><title>SRKR and Friends Blog</title><description>Welcome to my blog - an area where me and my friends will share our experiences and opinions with the whole world, it&#39;s our pleasure sharing these with you . . .</description><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-4214668237278417638</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T13:05:54.879+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">busy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daughter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emotion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><title>Wonderful Story of a Little Daughter</title><atom:summary type="text">A Wonderful Story of a little daughter…
“You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given… rrrrhhhhh…… Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh………… Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh” “what!!” I woke up from a sudden jerk. “Raaajeeessshhh…” …I heard my wife yelling. What&#39;s with her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can&#39;t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. “</atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/wonderful-story-of-little-daughter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-9125143271278306498</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 08:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-16T00:28:49.169+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Abdul</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">APJ</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kalam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motivation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speech</category><title>One of the best speeches of Dr APJ Abdul Kalam</title><atom:summary type="text">I have three visions for India. In 3000 years of our history people from all over the world have come and invaded us, captured our lands, conquered our minds. From Alexander onwards. The Greeks, the Turks, the Moguls, the Portuguese, the British, the French, the Dutch, all of them came and looted us, took over what was ours. Yet we have not done this to any other nation. We have not conquered </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-three-visions-for-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-8428730096604785233</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 08:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-14T14:04:50.092+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bhagat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chetan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Delhi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motivational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speech</category><title>Becoming One With the World - speech by Chetan Bhagat</title><atom:summary type="text">Speech given by Chetan Bhagat at the HT Leadership Summit,&amp;nbsp;Delhi, November 21, 2008.
Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for the opportunity to speak at the leadership summit – the first of its kind for me.
I am no leader. At best, I am a dreamer with  perseverance to make dreams come true. As I have made my own dreams come true already, I am tempted to think we can make my </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/becoming-one-with-world-speech-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-657830193119458034</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 08:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-14T14:06:42.466+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bhagat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chetan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motivational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pune</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speech</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">symbiosis</category><title>Sparks - speech by Chetan Bhagat</title><atom:summary type="text">Speech given by Chetan Bhagat at&amp;nbsp;Symbiosis, Pune, July 24, 2008 for&amp;nbsp;the orientation program for the new batch of MBA students.


Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/sparks-speech-by-chetan-bhagat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-6491010836881157871</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 11:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-10T17:23:49.559+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2020</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ambition</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bhagat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chetan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Corruption</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revolution</category><title>Revolution 2020</title><atom:summary type="text">
Another master piece from Chetan Bhagat. I pre ordered it from Flipkart and got it on a Friday evening (October 7, 2011). I had to travel a bit that weekend, so thought I would keep it for the trip. So the next day morning I started reading it. And the book was so good I read 200 pages in 4 hrs from Vizag to Rajahmundry. I was feeling, why didn’t my bus got one hour late so that I could have </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/revolution-2020.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis22QOOrUY0A5edeupNS8etHV2nhL0ZCGIqNGjZ0hXMYQFqd1bE9rzNAe6A7m5EI81kb-yQfxpyf8JTU4toyMCvUvimfrPveVfVEQrmcCEoW986CkXUTHbauVTnsZGYEDkcy8cwfUwbg/s72-c/Revolution+2020.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-373058905220463831</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 09:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-01T14:41:13.382+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marbles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sweets</category><title>Marbles and Sweets Story :)</title><atom:summary type="text">
A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets.&amp;nbsp;The girl agreed.&amp;nbsp;The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.
That night, the girl </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/marbles-and-sweets-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-513334137455380660</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-01T14:41:37.960+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dialogues</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sucker punch</category><title>Loved these lines from the movie Sucker Punch (2011)</title><atom:summary type="text">And finally this question - the mystery of whose story it would be? of who draws the curtain? who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? who drives us mad? lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible. Who is it..? that tells all these things, who honours those we love with the very life we live, who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings that </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/loved-these-lines-from-movie-sucker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-228013070125656326</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-01T14:40:23.138+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dialogues</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><title>Beautiful lines from the movie &quot;One Hour Photo&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">Wanted to share these beautiful lines written about photographs from the movie &quot;One Hour Photo&quot;. Robin Williams portrayed very well the role of a photo studio employee. Here are the lines:
I&#39;m sure my customers never think about it... but these snapshots are their little stands against the flow of time. The shutter is clicked, the flash goes off and they&#39;ve stopped time, if just for the blink of </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/beautiful-lines-from-movie-one-hour.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-3098126758860716489</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-01T14:39:27.746+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Infection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>The Story of a Crow</title><atom:summary type="text">
It rained heavily the whole night through today morning. I was getting ready to go to university when I went to the corridor of our bedroom to take my towel and found this weak, old looking crow sitting in the grill surrounding the corridor. I was really surprised to find it there.
Being a photography freak, I lined up my cam to take a few shots, I took one with out flash from almost a distance </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-of-crow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bxSZnryuwc/ThXsqzXstUI/AAAAAAAAERs/MToOazW3AjA/s72-c/Crow1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Vishakhapatnam, Andhra Pradesh, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>17.6868159 83.218481500000053</georss:point><georss:box>17.485803399999998 83.029740000000047 17.8878284 83.407223000000059</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-4145390161426954918</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-12T07:52:13.062+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">RAC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Railways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reservation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Train</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WL</category><title>Indian Railways - Some good tips...!</title><atom:summary type="text">Here is another article very useful article from another site that explains how to know the chances of your RAC/WL ticket getting confirmed.
Now that waitlisted tickets can be purchased on the internet, it’s time we had an article explaining waitlists, waitlisted tickets and RAC tickets. (I’ll also explain a little about ticket allocation/quotas and how you can use them to your advantage)
Every </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/indian-railways-some-good-tips.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-868310026743112815</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-12T07:54:22.251+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Railways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reservation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Train</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Indian Railways - Know how&#39;s...!</title><atom:summary type="text">Here is a nice article on various reservation types in Indian Railways and few more general useful things about travelling in Indian Railways.
Familiarize yourself with the different classes of service that IR provides. Basically, you have a choice of second class, which is pretty basic but adequate (and relatively cheap, hence popular), first class which is more plush, and various </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/indian-railways-know-hows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-1802893085087790960</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-09T22:55:21.593+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hobbies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inventions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">List</category><title>Fun Activities Catalogue</title><atom:summary type="text">Here is a list of activities in our daily life that are fun for some and taken for granted by many. The list was compiled by Centre for Clinical Interventions. I&#39;am sure after going through this list, many of us will realize that we take for granted, many activities in our life which can be fun. I believe if we enjoy and have fun in all the activities that we do, our life will be superb. This </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-activities-catalogue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-5049801790893061212</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-23T08:39:13.809+05:30</atom:updated><title>View from top of the Nagala Hill (My First Trek) Sep 12, 2010</title><atom:summary type="text">I had a great experience on this trek of mine to a place called Nagalpuram near Tirupati. Here is the Video from Youtube which shows the 270 degree view from that point . . . :-)


Was an awesome experience . . .</atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/view-from-top-of-nagala-hill-my-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-6512493030450451440</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-23T08:48:05.066+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CTC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nagala</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nagalapuram</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tirupati</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Trekking</category><title>My First Trek (Nagala Western Combo 72 of CTC)</title><atom:summary type="text">Trek Dates: September 11-12, 2010
Place: Nagalapuram (~70 km from Tirupati)
Organizers: CTC (Chennai Trekking Club), Chennai

These are my experiences from my first trek to a place called Nagalapuram, ~70 km from Tirupati. It has a good mountain range. The mountain peak that we trekked to is at an altitude of 800 m (13.484120, 79.765978 on GMaps). The entire trek had four levels and I registered </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-trek-nagala-western-combo-72.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ewdh9tn18BaSO0OElUvOO1bCkhP7xwCFDjdbtwMsK3c8UudKDR0oq8tFQFmSnIcOgrNPvM9ufDu_FFLgo4Q9_Q5OtYTLYDQCPqcK9ejACQpl454qOuqke43WBRtTe4DwRMxh0A4L_Q/s72-c/DSCF4891.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-5997463207685198731</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-09T23:00:10.867+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adieu</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Farewell</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Freshers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><title>Best two days each year . . .</title><atom:summary type="text">Today one more batch received official welcome to the department on the eve of freshers day. Had great experience sharing their joy and fun. Thought I would share my feelings with all of you . . .

One of the best things that I enjoyed during my M.Sc. is the fun and enjoyment that we had on freshers day and farewell day (I missed our freshers :-)). Being a person who loves dance and fun a lot, </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-two-days-each-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-5339182524913241584</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T20:24:03.614+05:30</atom:updated><title>Valentine Roses</title><atom:summary type="text">Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.&amp;nbsp;And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.&amp;nbsp;The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.&amp;nbsp;The card said, &quot;Be my Valentine,&quot; like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,&amp;nbsp;&quot;I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;My love for you </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/valentine-roses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-4224954648556253667</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T20:07:13.675+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><title>LOVE and TIME</title><atom:summary type="text">Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-and-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-6431915929711007157</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T19:58:30.406+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alexander</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Churchill</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fleming</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pencillin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>Fleming Story</title><atom:summary type="text">His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow&amp;nbsp;and terrifying death.&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/fleming-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-7374328333416357108</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T19:52:44.345+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sand</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stone</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>Sand and Stone</title><atom:summary type="text">A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: &quot;TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.&quot;

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/sand-and-stone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-6916393576491341147</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T20:32:29.858+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bumblebee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Buzzard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>The Buzzard, The Bat, and The Bumblebee</title><atom:summary type="text">If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run, as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The</atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/buzzard-bat-and-bumblebee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-2882232522817675408</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T19:38:48.375+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parable</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pencil</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>The Pencil Parable</title><atom:summary type="text">The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box. 
He told the pencil, &quot;There are 5 things you need to know before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.&quot;
&quot;One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone&#39;s hand.&quot;
&quot;Two: You will experience a</atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/pencil-parable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-6067147389889506301</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T19:18:49.290+05:30</atom:updated><title>The Rose within You</title><atom:summary type="text">A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it.
He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, &quot;How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom... it died.
So it is with many </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/rose-within-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-3044181621849768495</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T19:16:15.358+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">House</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>Build Your House</title><atom:summary type="text">An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. They could get by. 
The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go &amp;amp; asked if he could build just one more house as a personal </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/build-your-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-5439680133630932199</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T19:09:06.673+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Echo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>LIFE is an ECHO</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;A son and his father were walking on the mountains.Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: &quot;AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&quot;To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountains: &quot;AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&quot;Curious, he yells: &quot;Who are you?&quot;He receives the answer: &quot;Who are you?&quot;And then he screams to the mountain: &quot;I admire you!&quot;The voice answers: &quot;I admire you!&quot;Angered at the response, </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-echo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574646583411284972.post-359763082058441819</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-05T19:01:30.284+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">frogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>The Two Frogs</title><atom:summary type="text">A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to </atom:summary><link>http://srkrworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-frogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SRKR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>