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He held up a sign which said: 'I am blind, please help.' There were only a few coins in the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, 'Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, 'I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he had written was: 'Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the Story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Be thankful for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Be creative. Be innovative. 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They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay." My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!" I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, "Not yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. "There, that's better," I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. "Stop it, stop it!" I cried. He only nodded, "Not yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, "Not yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself." And I did. I said, "That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to remember," then, he said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what He's doing (for all of us).He is the Potter, and we are His clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will mold us and make us, So that we may be made into a flawless piece of work To fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will. &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/6326203414174361048-8205754787385211823?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8205754787385211823/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/teacup.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8205754787385211823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8205754787385211823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/teacup.html' title='The Teacup'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sk8TIigz4OI/AAAAAAAABMM/VlZ7YlW43E8/s72-c/heart_teacup300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-7494638654500644140</id><published>2009-07-04T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:12:53.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orkut story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>The Story of Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sk8Oxf3Tv7I/AAAAAAAABME/_x3CXuIYLxM/s1600-h/orkut+founder.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sk8Oxf3Tv7I/AAAAAAAABME/_x3CXuIYLxM/s400/orkut+founder.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354514725496668082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Story of .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A guy lost his girlfriend in a train accident....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;but the gal's name nowhere appeared in the dead list. This guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;grew up n became IT technical architect in his late 20s, achievement in itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He hired developers from the whole globe and plan to make a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;software where he could search for his gf through the web...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Things went as planned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;n he found her, after losing millions of dollars and 3 long years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It was time to shut down the search operation, when the CEO of Google had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;word with this guy n took over this application,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This Software made a whopping 1 billion dollars profit in its first year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;which we today know as ORKUT .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  The guy's name is ORKUT BUYUKKOTEN. Yes it's named after him only. Today he is paid a hefty sum by Google for the things we do like scrapping. He is expected to b the richest person by 2009...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  ORKUT BUYUKKOTEN today has 13 assistants to monitor his scrapbook &amp;amp; 8 to monitor his friends-list. He gets around 20,000 friend-requests a day &amp;amp; about 85,000 scraps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  Some other Cool Facts about this guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He gets $12 from Google when every person registers to this website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He also gets $10 when you add somebody as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He gets $8 when your friend's friend adds you as a friend &amp;amp; gets $6 if anybody adds you as friend in the resulting chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He gets $5 when you scrap somebody &amp;amp; $4 when somebody scraps you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He also gets $200 for each photograph you upload on Orkut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He gets $2.5 when you add your friend in the crush-list or in the hot-list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He gets $2 when you become somebody's fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He gets $1.5 when somebody else becomes your fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He even gets $1 every time you logout of Orkut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He gets $0.5 every time you just change your profile-photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  * He also gets $0.5 every time you read your friend's scrap-book &amp;amp; $0.5 every time you view your friend's friend-list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  "Moral of the story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  LOSE GIRLFRIEND AND MAKE BILLIONS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-7494638654500644140?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7494638654500644140/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-of-orkut.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7494638654500644140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7494638654500644140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-of-orkut.html' title='The Story of Orkut'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sk8Oxf3Tv7I/AAAAAAAABME/_x3CXuIYLxM/s72-c/orkut+founder.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-9116705683474398758</id><published>2009-07-04T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:13:42.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three secrets'/><title type='text'>The Wise Songbird ( Story )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sk8NhOG93cI/AAAAAAAABL8/veZzcQX2uNE/s1600-h/songbird.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sk8NhOG93cI/AAAAAAAABL8/veZzcQX2uNE/s400/songbird.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354513346340969922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time there was a golden songbird that lived in a beautiful garden. It spent all its days singing the loveliest songs to the honour of its maker and the delight of all the people who heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the keeper of the garden, who was a foolish and greedy man, coveted the little songster, and one day he made a cunning net in which he snared it. The little bird begged the man to release him and promised to tell him three great secrets if only he would let him go. Now the gardener really was a very greedy man and rubbing his hands together, he eagerly released the bird.&lt;br /&gt;Then the songbird told him it's three great secrets:Never believe all that you hear; Never regret what you have never lost, and never throw away that which you have in your keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gardener was furious when he heard this and said he had known these so-called 'secrets' since he was a little child and shouted that the bird had tricked him. But the songbird quietly replied that if the man had really known these three secrets, or only the last of them, he would never have let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bird added:"I have a most precious jewel weighing over three ounces hidden inside me and whoever possesses that marvellous stone will have every wish granted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hearing this, the keeper roared like a lion and cursed himself for setting the songster free. But the little bird only added fuel to his rage by explaining that since he weighed no more than half an ounce at most, as anyone with eyes could plainly see, how was it possible that a gem weighing more than three ounces could be hidden within it's tiny body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that the man tore his hair and lunged at the bird in a towering rage, but the little songbird flew to a nearby branch and added sweetly:"Since you never had the jewel in your hands you are already regretting what you never lost, and believing what I told you, you threw it away by setting me free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little songbird told the man to study well these three great secrets and so become as wise as the bird himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-9116705683474398758?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9116705683474398758/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/wise-songbird-story.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/9116705683474398758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/9116705683474398758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/wise-songbird-story.html' title='The Wise Songbird ( Story )'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sk8NhOG93cI/AAAAAAAABL8/veZzcQX2uNE/s72-c/songbird.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-5739592264068249518</id><published>2009-07-04T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:37:12.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Most Beautiful in europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute puppy'/><title type='text'>Most Beautiful in europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sk8GhR4WL9I/AAAAAAAABL0/brtfyqoIG7w/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Some basic hair care can go a long way. You should always cover your hair with a scarf when you go out in sun. Avoid using hair dryer regularly; it may damage your hair. Eat lots of fruits, green vegetables and drink lots of water. This is not only important for having a healthy body but also essential for good hair. Avoid combing on your wet hair and always use wide toothed comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to use natural conditioners rather than using harsh chemical products. Avoid hairstraightening if your hair is curly and do not perm your hair if it is straight. It might lead to hair damage. Always use mild shampoo for your hair. Avoid colouring your hair with artificial colours unless necessary. Do not iron your hair. Frequent ironing may cause damage to your hair. Loving your natural hair is the best way to stay away from hair fall and damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some simple but great remedies for getting soft, smooth and silky hair. Try these tips mentioned below and find out which one works best for your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for getting silky hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow these tips to make your hair more silky and soft. It will require some ingredients which are easily available in market. If shiny hair is what you desire then know that dream is soon going to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use almond oil to massage your hair one day before washing your hair. Frequently massaging your hair with almond oil will help you to get silky and soft hair. Massaging is good for improving blood circulation and getting stronger hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply paste made out of the leaves of hibiscus plant on your hair. Let it stay for 10-20 minutes and then wash your hair to get best results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use mixture of shikakai powder, henna (mehndi) powder, amla powder and curd as conditioner to get soft and silky hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix two whole eggs with four tablespoon of olive oil apply this mixture on your hair and leave it. Wash your hair after 20 minutes, you will find your hair slipping like silk after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try massaging your hair once in a week with aroma oils to make your hair silky and soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing your hair with hibiscus flower is also a good remedy for soft and silky hair. Soak hibiscus flower in water and then use the same for applying on your hair before hair wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a mixture using Amla (Gooseberry) powder, shikakai powder, ritha powder, henna powder, and bhringaraj (Thistles) powder in equal proportion. Add water to this mixture and heat this mixture. When the mixture becomes lukewarm apply gently on your hair. Leave this mixture on your hair for 15-20 minutes and wash your hair without using shampoo to get the best results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use mixture of mustard oil, curd and lemon to apply on your hair. Leave this mixture on your hair for half an hour and then wash it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use Aloe Vera gel with hair shampoo which is helpful to make it shiny and soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply boiled apple pulp or pour apple juice on your hair before washing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensure that you have a balanced and protein rich diet which is essential for good, shiny and silky hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always trim your hair after 3-4 months depending on your hair growth. This will help you to get rid of split ends and also maintain the texture of your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these natural and safe ways of getting silky hair can work wonders. Using products with chemical contents is not long lasting and beneficial to keep hair healthy. Use natural products and stay away from harmful chemicals and pollution. This will help you save money on costly hair products. Learn to love your natural hair as natural beauty is real beauty indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-104831651450788155?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/104831651450788155/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/basic-tips-for-maintaining-your-silky.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/104831651450788155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/104831651450788155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/basic-tips-for-maintaining-your-silky.html' title='Basic tips for maintaining your silky hair'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4692914568786082227</id><published>2009-04-30T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:16:21.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useful Tips'/><title type='text'>Eye Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes Are the most complex organs you possess except for your brain.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes Are composed of more than two million working parts.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes Can process 36,000 bits of information every hour.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes Under the right conditions, can discern the light of a candle at a distance of 14 miles.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes Contribute towards 85% of your total knowledge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes Utilize 65% of all the pathways to the brain.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes Can instantaneously set in motion hundreds of muscles and organs in your body.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes In a normal life-span, will bring you almost 24 million images of the world around you.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes The external muscles that move the eyes are the strongest muscles in the human body for the job that they have to do. They are 100 times more powerful than they need to be.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes The adult eyeball measures about 1 inch (2.5 cm) in diameter. Of its total surface area only one-sixth is exposed -- the front portion.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes The eye is the only part of the human body that can function at 100% ability at any moment, day or night, without rest. Your eyelids need rest, the external muscles of your eyes need rest, the lubrication of your eyes requires replenishment, but your eyes themselves "never" need rest. But please rest them!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4692914568786082227?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4692914568786082227/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/eye-protection.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4692914568786082227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4692914568786082227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/eye-protection.html' title='Eye Protection'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8302753134700367198</id><published>2009-04-10T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:50:02.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Srilanka Terrorism'/><title type='text'>Srilanka Terrorism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sd8x--0C-MI/AAAAAAAABAA/obsdgvqUzyY/s1600-h/noname7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sd8xzBFCHVI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/wRiI6J6MUYY/s400/noname2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323028037107850578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sd8xyxn6HdI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/1hhc7HK2TTY/s1600-h/noname1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sd8xyxn6HdI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/1hhc7HK2TTY/s400/noname1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323028032959159762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sd8xylS7KnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/78nHz_B8vLc/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sd8xylS7KnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/78nHz_B8vLc/s400/noname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323028029649922674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the use of UN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 01-Jan-2009 to 30-March-2009 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3812 innocent Tamil people killed by Srilankan Army it includes more than 900 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN report says .. Every day 42 Tamil people are killed by Srilankan Army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are their own citizens .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srilankan government not allowed UN and ICRC members in Vanni (Tamil place in Srilanka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to hide the news from the entire world .. Planned and Perfect GENOCIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think this is internal problem of a country..... .. why we should worry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely we should worry because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When innocent people are killed for no reason by their own government any where in the world as a human being with some humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should raise a voice against genocide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is an internal problem or war means why we studied about Hitler in our history book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aim is the future generation should not repeat the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m not willing my Children s to read this SriLanka Tamil Genocide as a history chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-8302753134700367198?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8302753134700367198/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/srilanka-terrorism.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8302753134700367198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8302753134700367198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/srilanka-terrorism.html' title='Srilanka Terrorism'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sd8x--0C-MI/AAAAAAAABAA/obsdgvqUzyY/s72-c/noname7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-3662937525888147277</id><published>2009-04-10T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:43:48.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is about correcting mistakes'/><title type='text'>Life is about correcting mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Monica married Nick this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook with Rs.1000 deposit amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica shared this with Nick when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. This was what they did after certain time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Nick after marriage&lt;br /&gt;* 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica&lt;br /&gt;* 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali&lt;br /&gt;* 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;* 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Nick got promoted&lt;br /&gt;* ..... and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the nastiest people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was home, she handed the passbook to Nick, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Nick gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you fall in any way, don't see the place where you fell instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-3662937525888147277?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3662937525888147277/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-about-correcting-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3662937525888147277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3662937525888147277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-about-correcting-mistakes.html' title='Life is about correcting mistakes'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4280513464756841921</id><published>2009-04-10T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:42:11.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useful Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Tea'/><title type='text'>Green Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*25 Reasons Why You Should Start Drinking Green Tea Now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea has increasingly become a very popular drink worldwide because of its immensely powerful health benefits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It is extraordinarily amazing what green tea can do for your health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And if you're not drinking 3 to 4 cups of green tea today, you're definitely NOT doing your health a big favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Here Are The 25 Reasons Why You Should Start Drinking Green Tea Right Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*1. Green Tea and Cancer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea helps reduce the risk of cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The antioxidant in green tea is 100 times more effective than vitamin C and 25 times better than vitamin E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This helps your body at protecting cells from damage believed to be linked to cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*2. Green Tea and Heart Disease*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea helps prevent heart disease and stroke by lowering the level of cholesterol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Even after the heart attack, it prevents cell deaths and speeds up the recovery of heart cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*3. Green Tea and Anti-Aging*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea contains antioxidant known as polyphenols which fight against free radicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;What this means it helps you fight against aging and promotes longevity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*4. Green Tea and Weight Loss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea helps with your body weight loss. Green tea burns fat and boosts your metabolism rate naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It can help you burn up to 70 calories in just one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That translates to 7 pounds in one year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*5. Green Tea and Skin *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Antioxidant in green tea protects the skin from the harmful effects of free radicals, which cause wrinkling and skin aging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea also helps fight against skin cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*6. Green Tea and Arthritis*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea can help prevent and reduce the risk of rheumatoid arthritis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea has benefit for your health as it protects the cartilage by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;blocking the enzyme that destroys cartilage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*7. Green Tea and Bones*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The very key to this is high fluoride content found in green tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It helps keep your bones strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If you drink green tea every day, this will help you preserve your bone density.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*8. Green Tea and Cholesterol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea can help lower cholesterol level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It also improves the ratio of good cholesterol to bad cholesterol, by reducing bad cholesterol level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*9. Green Tea and Obesity*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea prevents obesity by stopping the movement of glucose in fat cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If you are on a healthy diet, exercise regularly and drink green tea, it is unlikely you'll be obese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*10. Green Tea and Diabetes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea improves lipid and glucose metabolisms, prevents sharp increases in blood sugar level, and balances your metabolism rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*11. Green Tea and Alzheimer's*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea helps boost your memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And although there's no cure for Alzheimer's, it helps slow the process of reduced acetylcholine in the brain, which leads to Alzheimer's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*12. Green Tea and Parkinson's*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Antioxidants in green tea helps prevent against cell damage in the brain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;which could cause Parkinson's. People drinking green tea also are less likely to progress with Parkinson's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*13. Green Tea and Liver Disease*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea helps prevent transplant failure in people with liver failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Researches showed that green tea destroys harmful free radicals in fatty livers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*14. Green Tea and High Blood Pressure*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea helps prevent high blood pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Drinking green tea helps keep your blood pressure down by repressing angiotensin, which leads to high blood pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*15. Green Tea and Food Poisoning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Catechin found in green tea can kill bacteria which causes food poisoning and kills the toxins produced by those bacteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*16. Green Tea and Blood Sugar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Blood sugar tends to increase with age, but polyphenols and polysaccharides in green tea help lower your blood sugar level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*17. Green Tea and Immunity*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Polyphenols and flavenoids found in green tea help boost your immune system, making your health stronger in fighting against infections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*18. Green Tea and Cold and Flu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea prevents you from getting a cold or flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Vitamin C in green tea helps you treat the flu and the common cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*19. Green Tea and Asthma*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Theophylline in green tea relaxes the muscles which support the bronchial tubes, reducing the severity of asthma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*20. Green Tea and Ear Infection*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea helps with ear infection problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;For natural ear cleaning, soak a cotton ball in green tea and clean the infected ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*21. Green Tea and Herpes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea increases the effectiveness of topical interferon treatment of herpes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;First green tea compress is applied, and then let the skin dry before the interferon treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*22. Green Tea and Tooth Decay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Green tea destroys bacteria and viruses that cause many dental diseases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It also slows the growth of bacteria which leads to bad breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*23. Green Tea and Stress*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;L-theanine, which is a kind of amino acids in green tea, can help relieve stress and anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*24. Green Tea and Allergies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;EGCG found in green tea relieves allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So, if you have allergies, you should really consider drinking green tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*25. Green Tea and HIV*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Scientists in Japan have found that EGCG (Epigallocatechin Gallate) in green tea can stop HIV from binding to healthy immune cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;What this means is that green tea can help stop the HIV virus from spreading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4280513464756841921?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4280513464756841921/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4280513464756841921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4280513464756841921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-tea.html' title='Green Tea'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-5315076508998951575</id><published>2009-04-06T04:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:35:57.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.U.S.H'/><title type='text'>P.U.S.H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and the Savior appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. This the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore, and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that the man was showing signs of discouragement, the devil decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man's weary mind "You have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn't budged. Why kill yourself over this? You are never going to move it." This gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man. "Why kill myself over this?" he thought. "I'll just put in my time, giving just the minimum effort and that will be good enough." And that is what he planned to do until one day he decided to make it a matter of prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord" he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to serve me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to me, with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. Yet you haven't moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. This you have done. I, my friend, will now move the rock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him... By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God who moves the mountains. You just P.U.S.H.!  ( Pray Until Something Happens! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-5315076508998951575?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5315076508998951575/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/push.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5315076508998951575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5315076508998951575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/push.html' title='P.U.S.H'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8128332655754662751</id><published>2009-04-06T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:01:06.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to deal with insult?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><title type='text'>How to deal with insult?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdngvGGusQI/AAAAAAAAA_A/DMVf1uD7NCI/s1600-h/gautama-buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdngvGGusQI/AAAAAAAAA_A/DMVf1uD7NCI/s400/gautama-buddha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321531534412263682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Buddha explained how to handle insult and maintain compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Buddha was walking through a village. A very angry and rude young man came up and began insulting him. "You have no right teaching others," he shouted. "You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha was not upset by these insults. Instead he asked the young man "Tell me, if you buy a gift for someone, and that person does not take it, to whom does the gift belong?"&lt;br /&gt;The man was surprised to be asked such a strange question and answered, "It would belong to me, because I bought the gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha smiled and said, "That is correct. And it is exactly the same with your anger. If you become angry with me and I do not get insulted, then the anger falls back on you. You are then the only one who becomes unhappy, not me. All you have done is hurt yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to stop hurting yourself, you must get rid of your anger and become loving instead. When you hate others, you yourself become unhappy. But when you love others, everyone is happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man listened closely to these wise words of the Buddha. "You are right, o Enlightened One, "he said. "Please teach me the path of love. I wish to become your follower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha answered kindly, "Of course. I teach anyone who truly wants to learn. Come with me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-8128332655754662751?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8128332655754662751/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-deal-with-insult.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8128332655754662751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8128332655754662751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-deal-with-insult.html' title='How to deal with insult?'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdngvGGusQI/AAAAAAAAA_A/DMVf1uD7NCI/s72-c/gautama-buddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4418446796771867617</id><published>2009-04-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:45:01.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbelivable Human Being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rare Incident'/><title type='text'>Unbelivable Human Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWwMaluOjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/srsIu_XiWbc/s1600-h/ATT1053127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320352262150568498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWwMaluOjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/srsIu_XiWbc/s400/ATT1053127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWwMRgAJvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5e8-06tfcfY/s1600-h/ATT1053126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320352259710658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWwMRgAJvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5e8-06tfcfY/s400/ATT1053126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A young lady from the Southern Philippines has been killing people and kept their meat in her Refrigerator. She apparently enjoys eating human meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said that she had many dinner parties for her relatives and Friends and gave them this human meat to eat without them knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her guests said that they found her cooking very good, but they did not know however what type of meat she was using. She is from the Philippines ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also killed her own husband to get the meat. She was eventually arrested by the police. They found the grisly chopped body parts as pictures attached . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4418446796771867617?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4418446796771867617/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/unbelivable-human-being.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4418446796771867617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4418446796771867617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/unbelivable-human-being.html' title='Unbelivable Human Being'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWwMaluOjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/srsIu_XiWbc/s72-c/ATT1053127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-643409581922825144</id><published>2009-04-02T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:39:53.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rare Hotels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rare Pictures'/><title type='text'>Rare Hotels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWvHmZ3VZI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6Yq1kKr98nw/s1600-h/rare-hotels1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320351079911085458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWvHmZ3VZI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6Yq1kKr98nw/s400/rare-hotels1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWvHF79A3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/u5f9HY_8KlA/s1600-h/rare-hotels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320351071195693938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWvHF79A3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/u5f9HY_8KlA/s400/rare-hotels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-643409581922825144?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/643409581922825144/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/rare-hotels.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/643409581922825144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/643409581922825144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/rare-hotels.html' title='Rare Hotels'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SdWvHmZ3VZI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6Yq1kKr98nw/s72-c/rare-hotels1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-6586966618943737090</id><published>2009-03-27T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:57:38.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Drink More Water Every Day?'/><title type='text'>How to Drink More Water Every Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Water is the most needed chemical compound of our body. Without the daily necessary amount of water our body functions would be forced to shut down. The human body is anywhere from 55% to 78% water depending on body size. To function properly, the body requires between one and seven liters of water per day to avoid dehydration; the precise amount depends on the level of activity, temperature, humidity, and other factors. Most of this is ingested through foods or beverages other than drinking straight water. It is not clear how much water intake is needed by healthy people, though most advocates agree that 6–7 glasses of water (approximately 2 litres) daily is the minimum to maintain proper hydration. Medical literature favors a lower consumption, typically 1 liter of water for an average male, excluding extra requirements due to fluid loss from exercise or warm weather. For those who have healthy kidneys, it is rather difficult to drink too much water, but (especially in warm humid weather and while exercising) it is dangerous to drink too little. People can drink far more water than necessary while exercising, however, putting them at risk of water intoxication (hyperhydration), which can be fatal. The "fact" that a person should consume eight glasses of water per day cannot be traced back to a scientific source. There are other myths such as the effect of water on weight loss and constipation that have been dispelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determine how much water you need. You've probably heard the "8 by 8" rule - drink eight 8-ounce glasses of water per day (2 quarts, 1.8 liters) - but the amount of water a person needs varies depending on his or her weight and activity level. Another way to determine your specific recommended water intake is to divide your weight (in pounds) by two. The resulting number is the number of ounces of water you need each day. For example, if you weigh 150 lbs., strive to drink 75 ounces of water daily. For those who use the Metric system, divide your weight (in kilograms) by 30 (ex. somebody weighing 70 kg is going to need 2.3 liters per day). Keep in mind that these recommended intake numbers are controversial and some experts believe they are a gross exaggeration. See "warnings" below for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs of Dehydration. You lose water through urination, respiration, and by sweating. If you are very active, you lose more water than if you are sedentary. Diuretics such as caffeine pills and alcohol result in the need to drink more water because they trick your body into thinking you have more water than we need. Symptoms of mild dehydration include chronic pains in joints and muscles,lower back pain, headaches and constipation. A strong odor to your urine, along with a yellow or amber color indicates that you may not be getting enough water. Note that riboflavin, a B Vitamin, will make your urine bright yellow. Thirst is an obvious sign of dehydration and in fact, you need water long before you feel thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangers of Too Much Water. Don't start drinking an extra gallon of water a day - that can kill you, especially if you are fasting or eating very little. Water taken in must be in balance with body salt - electrolytes. The body needs to maintain salt balance or risk hyponatremia with heart attack and even death. Drinking too much water dilutes the salt in your blood and tissues - and can kill you. Healthy athletes have died from drinking too much plain water and not replacing salt. Dieters should not plunge into drinking gallons of water a day in hopes of burning a few more calories. Drink an extra few glasses, yes. But a gallon is too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-6586966618943737090?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6586966618943737090/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-drink-more-water-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6586966618943737090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6586966618943737090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-drink-more-water-every-day.html' title='How to Drink More Water Every Day?'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4288486186435734325</id><published>2009-03-27T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:52:21.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moral for Salesman'/><title type='text'>Moral for Salesman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A new vacuum cleaner salesman knocked on the door on the first house of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A tall lady answered the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Before she could speak, the enthusiastic salesman barged into the living room and opened a big black plastic bag and poured all the cow droppings onto the carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Madam, if I could not clean this up with the use of this new powerful Vacuum cleaner, I will EAT all this dung!" exclaimed the eager salesman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;“Do you need chilly sauce or ketchup with that" .asked the lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The bewildered salesman asked, "Why, madam?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"There's no electricity in the house..." said the lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;MORAL: Gather all resources before working on any project and committing to the client...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4288486186435734325?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4288486186435734325/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/moral-for-salesman.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4288486186435734325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4288486186435734325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/moral-for-salesman.html' title='Moral for Salesman'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8296387438674571321</id><published>2009-03-27T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:30:12.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Useful facts'/><title type='text'>21 Useful facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1. Chewing on gum while cutting onions can help a person from stop producing tears. Try it next time you chop onions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2. Until babies are six months old, they can breathe and swallow at the same time. Indeed convenient!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3. Offered a new pen to write with, 97% of all people will write their own name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4. Male mosquitoes are vegetarians. Only females bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;5. The average person's field of vision encompasses a 200-degree wide angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;6. To find out if a watermelon is ripe, knock it, and if it sounds hollow then it is ripe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;7. Canadians can send letters with personalized postage stamps showing their own photos on each stamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;8. Babies' eyes do not produce tears until the baby is approximately six to eight weeks old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;9. It snowed in the Sahara Desert in February of 1979.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;10. Plants watered with warm water grow larger and more quickly than plants watered with cold water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;11. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;12. Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;13. Those stars and colours you see when you rub your eyes are called phosphenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;14. Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;15. Everyone's tongue print is different, like fingerprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;16. Contrary to popular belief, a swallowed chewing gum doesn't stay in the gut. It will pass through the system and be excreted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;17. At 40 Centigrade a person loses about 14.4 calories per hour by breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;18. There is a hotel in Sweden built entirely out of ice; it is rebuilt every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;19. Cats, camels and giraffes are the only animals in the world that walk right foot, right foot, left foot, left foot, rather than right foot, left foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;20. Onions help reduce cholesterol if eaten after a Fatty meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;21. The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-8296387438674571321?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8296387438674571321/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/21-useful-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8296387438674571321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8296387438674571321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/21-useful-facts.html' title='21 Useful facts'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-1179617057487660953</id><published>2009-03-27T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:18:00.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitude'/><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 'Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut way all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew I needed to take action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breathe and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them. 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 choices now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Crib about your daily life and what are you  doing and be unhappy . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Enjoy every moment of your life &amp;amp; give in your Best . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-1179617057487660953?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1179617057487660953/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1179617057487660953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1179617057487660953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-2076197237508748719</id><published>2009-03-27T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:16:15.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dreams ...'/><title type='text'>The Dreams ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only few secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dean and don't even know it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after Graduation Rose Died Peacefully in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember : GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.&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/6326203414174361048-2076197237508748719?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2076197237508748719/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2076197237508748719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2076197237508748719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams.html' title='The Dreams ...'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-1933485973333673681</id><published>2009-03-24T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:15:59.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useful Healthy Tips'/><title type='text'>Useful Healthy Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answer the phone by LEFT   ear  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not drink coffee TWICE  a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not take pills with COOL  water  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not have HUGE  meals after 5pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduce the amount of OILY  food you consume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink more WATER   in the morning, less at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep your distance from hand phone CHARGERS  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not use headphones/earphone for LONG  period of time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best sleeping time is from 10pm  at night to 6am  in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not lie down immediately after taking medicine  before sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When battery is down to the LAST  grid/bar, do not answer the phone as the radiation is 1000 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-1933485973333673681?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1933485973333673681/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/useful-healthy-tips.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1933485973333673681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1933485973333673681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/useful-healthy-tips.html' title='Useful Healthy Tips'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-7142933887361519569</id><published>2009-03-19T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:05:01.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useful Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breathing Therapy'/><title type='text'>Breathing Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathing Therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nose has a left and a right side; we use both to inhale and exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they are different; you would be able to feel the difference.&lt;br /&gt;The right side represents the sun, left side represents the moon.&lt;br /&gt;During a headache, try to close your right nose and use your left nose to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 5 mins, your headache will be gone?  If you feel tired, just reverse, close your left nose and breathe through your right nose.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, you will feel your mind is refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right side belongs to 'hot', so it gets heated up easily, left side belongs to 'cold'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most females breathe with their left noses, so they get "cooled off" faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the guys breathe with their right noses, they get worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice the moment we wake up, which side breathes faster? Left or right? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If left is faster, you will feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;So, close your left nose and use your right nose for breathing, you will get refreshed quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be taught to kids, but it is more effective when practiced by adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend used to have bad headaches and was always visiting the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;There was this period when he suffered headache literally every night, unable to study.&lt;br /&gt;He took painkillers, did not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to try out the breathing therapy here: closed his right nose and breathed through his left nose.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week, his headaches were gone! He continued the exercise for one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This alternative natural therapy without medication is something that he has experienced.&lt;br /&gt;So, why not give it a try? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-7142933887361519569?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7142933887361519569/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathing-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7142933887361519569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7142933887361519569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathing-therapy.html' title='Breathing Therapy'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-5409183038806774520</id><published>2009-03-10T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T02:44:42.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Potatoes Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><title type='text'>A Potatoes Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A Potatoes Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The teacher asked: “How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: “This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Moral of the Hatred (Human Vices) story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take. “Learn to Forgive and Forget.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-5409183038806774520?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5409183038806774520/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/potatoes-story.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5409183038806774520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5409183038806774520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/potatoes-story.html' title='A Potatoes Story'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-96350465635810351</id><published>2009-03-10T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:20:01.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful Message'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonderful Message -- Diary Of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train had started moving. Near the window, seated a old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This behavior from a 30 year old son made the other people feel strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about this son."This guy seems to be a crazy.." newly married Arun whispered to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers through the opened window. The Thirty year old son , filled with joy said " See dad, how beautiful the rain is !.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arun's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.&lt;br /&gt;Arun said," cant you see its raining, you old man, if Your son is not feeling well take Him to a Mental Asylum..and dont disturb Public henceforth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he was a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-96350465635810351?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/96350465635810351/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonderful-message.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/96350465635810351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/96350465635810351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonderful-message.html' title='Wonderful Message'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-5830518933569798761</id><published>2009-03-10T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:17:29.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Marriage'/><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Love and Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"The teacher said, "in order to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;pick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;waiting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The teacher told him, "...this is love... you keep looking for a better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*"What is marriage then?" the student asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;get.... this is marriage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-5830518933569798761?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5830518933569798761/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5830518933569798761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5830518933569798761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-6983806176943331848</id><published>2009-03-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:21:14.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50th celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie Doll'/><title type='text'>Barbie Doll 50th Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SbYGpXqr1PI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yY0b_Hf7OHA/s1600-h/405661_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SbYExEcKjfI/AAAAAAAAArU/BKnaVIn1rs4/s400/02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311438051582053874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-7543757883379106615?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7543757883379106615/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/barbie-doll-50th-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7543757883379106615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7543757883379106615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/barbie-doll-50th-celebration.html' title='Barbie Doll 50th Celebration'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SbYFLwbMvZI/AAAAAAAAAsc/wSPhrLv9Pjk/s72-c/41Hl1xapmqL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4582590146351819998</id><published>2009-03-04T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:37:12.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Genius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akrit Jaswal'/><title type='text'>Akrit Jaswal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sa5Ls3JDkWI/AAAAAAAAArM/vMMbFH9hz7c/s1600-h/akrit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sa5Ls3JDkWI/AAAAAAAAArM/vMMbFH9hz7c/s400/akrit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309264244804653410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A young girl in India badly burned as a toddler, her fingers had fused together and curled into a knotted ball. Her shepherd family could not afford surgery, but they had heard of a remarkable young boy being called the child surgeon. Akrit Jaswal was only seven years old when he operated, successfully, on the eight year old girl to release her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akrit Jaswal had a reputation, in the region, for being a medical genius. He has been shown to have an I.Q. of 146, the highest I.Q. of any boy his age in India, a country of over one billion people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has focussed this phenomenal intelligence on medicine and now, at the age of twelve, claims to be on the verge of discovering a cure for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early developer, Akrit was walking and talking by the time he was 10 months old. He was reading and writing by two, and reading Shakespeare, in English, by the time he was five, and is now talking about his theories for oral gene therapy in the fight against cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been sponsored and mentored by Mr B. R. Rahi the Chairman of Secondary Education in Dharamshala. He is studying for a science degree at Chandigarh College and, at twelve years of age, is the youngest student ever accepted by an Indian University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akrit's father left the family a year ago, depressed and exhausted by six years battling with Indian bureaucracy to get his son's intellect acknowledged and resources made available for his cancer research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that this young boy knows something the medical profession does not? Throughout history, scientific breakthroughs have come not only from the established, the learned, and the scholarly, but also from single flashes of insight and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akrit is not phased by his fame and is used to meeting government ministers and press representatives. For ordinary people meeting Akrit, it is very different. When he is in town, they gather for an audience. They come with prescriptions and medicines, seeking advice. They come with ailments and injuries for a diagnosis. They come to see a doctor, a healer. They come to see a guru, and because this is India, there is always spiritual dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akrit may be famous but, will he be the one to unlock the secrets to a cure for cancer. He was invited to Imperial College, London to find out. He will spend two weeks based at Imperial College having his intelligence tested and talking super-mechanisms, genes and therapies with scientists at the cutting-edge of cancer research.&lt;br /&gt;Patel and Djamgoz&lt;br /&gt;Mr Anup Patel and Professor Mustafa Djamgoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akrit must convince Professor Mustafa Djamgoz, a world-renowned research biologist, and his colleague Mr Anup Patel, a consultant urological surgeon, that his ideas are realistic and worth pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inquisitors become his friends, Mr Patel and Professor Djamgoz are keen to foster Akrit's enthusiasm, keen to protect him from disappointment, and willing to guide him on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Djamgoz says of Akrit: " He is generating ideas based upon what he knows, in an idealistic sort of way, without being in full grip of reality, withou knowing how difficult it is to turn the ideas into practical realities".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how intelligent is Akrit? Team Focus, the UK's leading I.Q. analysts agree to test him. For Akrit this was to prove a disappointment. His exceptional results in verbal and numeracy tests were countered by poor practical tests, particularly in the area of pattern matching. Because of this wide range of results Team Focus chose not to give him a final rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary Facer, a childhood psychologist, put forward the theory that Akrit had been an early developer accounting for the good results and because of this early genius he had missed out on later schooling accounting for the poor practical results. These results do not affect what Akrit may achieve, but he needs help, a wise friend to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Professor's analysis is that Akrit needs to obsess less and enjoy more. He thinks Akrit shows great potential but it needs to be properly guided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akrit returns home to India, slightly maturer, a little more realistic, but this precocious young man is still convinced that he will find a cure for cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4582590146351819998?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4582590146351819998/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/akrit-jaswal.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4582590146351819998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4582590146351819998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/akrit-jaswal.html' title='Akrit Jaswal'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sa5Ls3JDkWI/AAAAAAAAArM/vMMbFH9hz7c/s72-c/akrit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-6744214966393016726</id><published>2009-03-04T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:33:35.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issued in the interest of the Girl Child'/><title type='text'>Issued in the interest of the Girl Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Dear Mummy and Papa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I am in Heaven now, sitting on God' lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you.Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. Itdidn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.I felt myself rising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The angel took me to God and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels." I don't know what Abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Also, Mommy, please watch out for that Abortion monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Your Baby Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-6744214966393016726?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6744214966393016726/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/issued-in-interest-of-girl-child.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6744214966393016726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6744214966393016726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/issued-in-interest-of-girl-child.html' title='Issued in the interest of the Girl Child'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-1315050753967062578</id><published>2009-03-04T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:45:14.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Shout when angry?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Why Shout when angry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Why Shout when angry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A saint asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That is how close two people are when they love each other.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;MORAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; When you argue do not let your Hearts get Distant, do not say words that Distance each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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angry?'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8992665211574684457</id><published>2009-03-04T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:43:23.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The greatest handicap: Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Best Day: Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The easiest thing to do: Find a fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most useless asset: Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Greatest mistake: Giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The biggest stumbling block: Egotism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most disagreeable person: The complainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The worst Bankruptcy: Loss of enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Greatest need: Common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The meanest feeling: Regret at another's success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The best Gift: Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Greatest moment: Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Greatest knowledge: God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Greatest thing in the world: Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-8992665211574684457?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8992665211574684457/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8992665211574684457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8992665211574684457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-for-life.html' title='Thoughts for life'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-2247398311236009027</id><published>2009-03-03T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:09:26.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Management Stories'/><title type='text'>Interesting Management Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Interesting Management Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Story # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a lion is sitting outside his cave, lying lazily in the sun. Along comes a fox, out on a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fox: "Do you know the time, because my watch is broken" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix the watch for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fox: "Hmm... But it's a very complicated mechanism, and your big claws will only destroy it even more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lion: "Oh no, give it to me, and it will be fixed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that lazy lions with great claws cannot fix complicated watches"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lion: "Sure they do, give it to me and it will be fixed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The lion disappears into his cave, and after a while he comes back with the watch which is running perfectly. The fox is impressed, and the lion continues to lie lazily in the sun, looking very pleased with himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the lazy lion in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Wolf: "Can I come and watch TV tonight with you, because mine is broken"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix your TV for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Wolf: "You don't expect me to believe such rubbish, do you? There is no way that a lazy lion with big claws can fix a complicated TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lion: "No problem. Do you want to try it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The lion goes into his cave, and after a while comes back with a perfectly fixed TV. The wolf goes away happily and amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Scene : Inside the lion's cave. In one corner are half a dozen small and intelligent looking rabbits who are busily doing very complicated work with very detailed instruments. In the other corner lies a huge lion looking very pleased with himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Moral : IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY A MANAGER IS FAMOUS; LOOK AT THE WORK OF HIS SUBORDINATES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Management Lesson in the context of the working world : IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY SOMEONE UNDESERVED IS PROMOTED; LOOK AT THE WORK OF HIS SUBORDINATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Story # 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a rabbit is sitting outside his burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter. Along comes a fox, out for a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fox: "What are you working on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Rabbit: "My thesis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fox: "Hmm... What is it about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat foxes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fox: "That's ridiculous ! Any fool knows that rabbits don't eat foxes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow. After few minutes, gnawing on a fox bone, the rabbit returns to his typewriter and resumes typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the hardworking rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Wolf: "What's that you are writing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat wolves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Wolf: "you don't expect to get such rubbish published, do you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and again the rabbit returns by himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to typing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat bears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Bear: "Well that's absurd !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Scene : As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces the bear to the lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Moral: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW SILLY YOUR THESIS TOPIC IS; WHAT MATTERS IS WHOM YOU HAVE AS A SUPERVISOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Management Lesson in the context of the working world: IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW BAD YOUR PERFORMANCE IS; WHAT MATTERS IS WHETHER YOUR BOSS LIKES YOU OR NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-2247398311236009027?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2247398311236009027/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-management-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2247398311236009027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2247398311236009027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-management-stories.html' title='Interesting Management Stories'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-2298292103886752441</id><published>2009-02-27T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:43:33.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think - About It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Think - About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Today before you think of saying an unkind words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Think of someone who can't speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Today before you complain about life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Before you complain about your children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house; someone didn't clean or sweep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-2298292103886752441?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2298292103886752441/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2298292103886752441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2298292103886752441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-about-it.html' title='Think - About It'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4686549836364732361</id><published>2009-02-27T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:42:12.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Once upon a time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time leadership mattered, now dealership rules the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time quality was craftsman's pride, now it is a departmental mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time mouse was an untouchable mammal, now it is handheld pest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time wisdom was cultivated by wise people, now it is flashed on T-shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time teacher thaught and students learnt, now teacher trade and students consume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time population was a problem, now it is a flourishing mass market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time competition brought out the best, now it brings out the worst in people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time there was a golden rule, now if you have gold, you rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time truth telling was good for your soul, now it is bad for promotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time success meant living by ideals, now it is about using above all principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time beauty was in the eye of the beholder, now it is booming business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time the government was clean and sex was dirty, now one doesn't Bothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4686549836364732361?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4686549836364732361/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-upon-time.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4686549836364732361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4686549836364732361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-3293961121551698051</id><published>2009-02-27T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:37:52.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold Wrapping Paper'/><title type='text'>Gold Wrapping Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You now have two choices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1. Pass this on to your friends, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;As you can see, I took choice No. 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Friends are like angels who lift us to our feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If you receive this more than once in return just know that your friends have also thought of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God answers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-3293961121551698051?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3293961121551698051/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/gold-wrapping-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3293961121551698051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3293961121551698051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/gold-wrapping-paper.html' title='Gold Wrapping Paper'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8719766034409404346</id><published>2009-02-27T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:34:29.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic in the Computer'/><title type='text'>Magic in the Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;MAGIC #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;An Indian discovered that nobody can create a FOLDER anywhere on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;computer which can be named as "CON". This is something pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;cool...and unbelievable... At Microsoft the whole Team, couldn't answer why this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;happened !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;TRY IT NOW, IT WILL NOT CREATE " CON " FOLDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;MAGIC #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;For those of you using Windows, do the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1.) Open an empty notepad file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2.) Type "Bush hid the facts" (without the quotes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3.) Save it as whatever you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4.) Close it, and re-open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;is it just a really weird bug? :-??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;MAGIC #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;microsoft crazy facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This is something pretty cool and neat...and unbelievable... At Microsoft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;the whole Team, including Bill Gates, couldn't answer why this happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It was discovered by a Brazilian. Try it out yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Open Microsoft Word and type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;=rand (200, 99)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And then press ENTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;then see the magic.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-8719766034409404346?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8719766034409404346/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-in-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8719766034409404346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8719766034409404346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-in-computer.html' title='Magic in the Computer'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-7919692317347258016</id><published>2009-02-27T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:27:40.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rare Picture of Mice'/><title type='text'>Rare Picture of Mice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sai9GNhUwYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2wMgBttIMws/s1600-h/equality.ws_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sai88zR0I4I/AAAAAAAAAls/lhwHmXKRAF8/s400/equality.ws_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307699913599230850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sai88oFQh1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/G6OeqdTv-5Q/s1600-h/equality.ws_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sai88oFQh1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/G6OeqdTv-5Q/s400/equality.ws_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307699910593775442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-7919692317347258016?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7919692317347258016/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/rare-picture-of-mice.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7919692317347258016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7919692317347258016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/rare-picture-of-mice.html' title='Rare Picture of Mice'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/Sai9GNhUwYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2wMgBttIMws/s72-c/equality.ws_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-3909591333636532865</id><published>2009-02-27T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:11:07.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Advice'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;An Angel says, 'Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does&lt;br /&gt;Happen, you have to worry twice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to bed on time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health.&lt;br /&gt;5. Delegate tasks to capable others.&lt;br /&gt;6. Simplify and unclutter your life.&lt;br /&gt;7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together. 10. Take&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is aconcern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety . If you&lt;br /&gt;Can't do anything about a situation, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases.&lt;br /&gt;13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.&lt;br /&gt;14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent anenormous amount of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.&lt;br /&gt;16.Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;18.Eat right.&lt;br /&gt;19 Get organized so everything has its place.&lt;br /&gt;20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;22. Every day, find time to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it'stime to go to bed to try and pray.&lt;br /&gt;24. Make friends with Godly people.&lt;br /&gt;25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.&lt;br /&gt;26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good 'Thank you Jesus ..'&lt;br /&gt;27. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;28. Laugh some more!&lt;br /&gt;29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.&lt;br /&gt;30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).&lt;br /&gt;31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).&lt;br /&gt;32. Sit on your ego.33 Talk less; listen more.&lt;br /&gt;34. Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;36 Every night before bed, think of one thing you'regrateful for that you've never been grateful for before.&lt;br /&gt;GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU. 'If God is for us, who can be against us?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Romans 8:31) My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God&lt;br /&gt;To bless and I picked you. I decided to send it to more than four, because I&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to limit blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-3909591333636532865?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3909591333636532865/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3909591333636532865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3909591333636532865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-advice.html' title='Beautiful Advice'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-1083401305399857609</id><published>2009-02-27T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:34:28.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God and Me'/><title type='text'>God and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Hello. Did you call me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Called you? No.. who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Don't know. But I cant find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: I understand. But I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Well I wanted to resolve your! fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: why are we then constantly unhappy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Pain is inevitable able, but suffering is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life become better not bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Yes. In every terms, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why cant we be free from problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons (to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you! are free from problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : If you look outside you will not know where you are heading.Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: What surprises you about people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : when they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why me" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I cant get the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: How can I get the best out of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;God : Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live. "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that took our breath away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-1083401305399857609?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1083401305399857609/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1083401305399857609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1083401305399857609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-and-me.html' title='God and Me'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-3218346284289019666</id><published>2009-02-27T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:28:40.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Difference between FOCUSING on PROBLEMS and FOCUSING on SOLUTIONS'/><title type='text'>Difference between FOCUSING on PROBLEMS and FOCUSING on SOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Difference between FOCUSING on PROBLEMS and FOCUSING on SOLUTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case # 1 :&lt;/span&gt; When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space, they found out that the pens would not work at zero gravity (ink will not flow down to the writing surface).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solution # 1 :&lt;/span&gt; To solve this problem, it took them one decade and $12 million. They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity, upside down, underwater, in practically any surface including crystal and in a temperature range from below freezing to over 300 degrees C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solution # 2 :&lt;/span&gt; And what did the Russians do...?? They used a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case # 2 :&lt;/span&gt; One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese management was the case of the empty soapbox, which happened in one of Japan 's biggest cosmetics companies. The company received a complaint that a consumer had bought a soapbox that was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately the authorities isolated the problem to the assembly Line, which transported all the packaged boxes of soap to the delivery department. For some reason, one soapbox went through the assembly line empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management asked its engineers to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solution # 1 :&lt;/span&gt; Post-haste, the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with high-resolution monitors manned by two people to watch all the soapboxes that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty. No doubt, they worked hard and they worked fast but they spent a whoopee amount to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solution # 2 :&lt;/span&gt; But when a rank-and-file employee in a small company was posed with the same problem, he did not get into complications of X-rays, etc., but instead came out with another solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought a strong industrial electric fan and pointed it at the assembly line. He switched the fan on, and as each soapbox passed the fan, it simply blew the empty boxes out of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Always look for simple Solutions.&lt;br /&gt;· Devise the simplest possible solution that solves the Problems.&lt;br /&gt;· Always focus on Solutions &amp;amp; not on Problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-3218346284289019666?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3218346284289019666/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/difference-between-focusing-on-problems.html#comment-form' title='2 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3218346284289019666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3218346284289019666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/difference-between-focusing-on-problems.html' title='Difference between FOCUSING on PROBLEMS and FOCUSING on SOLUTIONS'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-5123685198768838334</id><published>2009-02-27T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:13:08.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pessimists / Optimists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><title type='text'>Pessimists / Optimists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;There was a hunter who bought an amazing bird dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one-of-a-kind dog could walk on water. The hunter was looking forward to showing off his new acquisition to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invited a friend to go duck hunting. After some time, they shot a few ducks and the man ordered his dog to fetch the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long, whenever there were birds to be fetched, the dog ran on water to retrieve the birds. The owner was expecting his friend to comment or compliment him about this amazing dog, but never got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were returning home, he asked his friend if he had noticed anything unusual about his dog.., The friend replied, "Yes, in fact, I did notice something unusual. Your dog can't swim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Some people always look at the negative side. They are referred to as Pessimists.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characteristics of Pessimists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;* Are unhappy when they have no troubles to speak of&lt;br /&gt;* Feel bad when they feel good, for fear they will feel worse when they feel better&lt;br /&gt;* Spend most of their life at complaint counters&lt;br /&gt;* Always turn out the lights to see how dark it is&lt;br /&gt;* Are always looking for cracks in the mirror of life&lt;br /&gt;* Stop sleeping in bed when they hear that more people die in bed than anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;* Cannot enjoy their health because they think they may be sick tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;* Not only expect the worst but make the worst of whatever happens&lt;br /&gt;* Don't see the doughnut, only the hole&lt;br /&gt;* Believe that the sun shines only to cast shadows&lt;br /&gt;* Forget their blessings and count their troubles&lt;br /&gt;* Know that hard work never hurts anyone but believe "why take a chance?"&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Caution: Looking for the positive does not necessarily mean overlooking faults.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be an Optimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characteristics of Optimists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;* Be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;* Talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet&lt;br /&gt;* Make all your friends feel that you appreciate their good qualities and strengths&lt;br /&gt;* Look at the sunny side of everything&lt;br /&gt;* Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best&lt;br /&gt;* Be as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own&lt;br /&gt;* Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future&lt;br /&gt;* Give everyone a smile&lt;br /&gt;* Spend so much time improving yourself that you have no time left to   criticize others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-5123685198768838334?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5123685198768838334/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/pessimists-optimists.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5123685198768838334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5123685198768838334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/pessimists-optimists.html' title='Pessimists / Optimists'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-1502079684326832959</id><published>2009-02-27T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:11:11.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excellence'/><title type='text'>Excellence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A gentleman was once visiting a temple under construction.&lt;br /&gt;In the temple premises, he saw a sculptor making an idol of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he saw, just a few meters away, another identical idol was lying.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised he asked the sculptor, "do you need two statutes of the same idol."  "No" said the sculptor. "We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman examined the statue. No apparent damage was visible.&lt;br /&gt;"Where the damage is?" asked the gentleman. &lt;br /&gt;"There is a scratch on the nose of the idol." "Where are you going to keep the idol?"&lt;br /&gt;The sculptor replied that it will be installed on a pillar 20 feet high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the idol will be 20 feet away from the eyes of the beholder, who is going to know that there is scratch on the nose?" The gentleman asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sculptor looked at the gentleman, smiled and said, "The God knows it and I know it". The desire to excel should be exclusive of the fact whether someone appreciates it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellence is a drive from Inside not Outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-1502079684326832959?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1502079684326832959/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/excellence.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1502079684326832959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1502079684326832959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/excellence.html' title='Excellence'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4027153525813483982</id><published>2009-02-27T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:09:47.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance Sheet Of Life'/><title type='text'>Balance Sheet Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Our Birth is our Opening Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Our Death is our Closing Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Our Creative Ideas are our Assets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Heart is our Current Asset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Soul is our Fixed Asset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Brain is our Fixed Deposit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Thinking is our Current Account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Achievements are our Capital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Character &amp;amp; Morals, our Stock-in-trade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Friends are our General Reserves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Values &amp;amp; Behaviour are our Goodwill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Patience is our Interest Earned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Love is our Dividend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Children are our Bonus Issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Education is Brands / Patents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Knowledge is our Investment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Experience is our Premium Account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet Accurately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Goal is to get the Best Presented Accounts Award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Some very Good and Very bad things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most destructive habit....... ......... ......Worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The greatest Joy......... ......... ......... ....Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The greatest loss........ ........Loss of self Respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most satisfying work........ .......Helping others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The ugliest personality trait....... ......Selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most endangered species..... ....Dedicated leaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Our greatest natural resource.... ......... ..Our youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The greatest "shot in the arm"........ ..Encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The greatest problem to overcome.... ......... ....Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most effective sleeping pill........ Peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most crippling failure disease..... .......Excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most powerful force in life........ ......... .Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most dangerous pariah...... ......... ...A gossiper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The world's most incredible computer.... ....The brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The worst thing to be without..... ......... ..... Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The deadliest weapon...... ......... ........The tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The two most powerfilled words....... ........" I Can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The greatest asset....... ......... ......... .....Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most worthless emotion..... ......... ....Self Pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most beautiful attire...... ......... .......SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most prized possession.. ......... .....Integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most powerful channel of communication. ....Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most contagious spirit...... ......... ..Enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most important thing in life........ ......... .Almighty GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Everyone needs this list to live by...Please pass it along  ............ ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Great opportunities to help others seldom come, but small ones surround us every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4027153525813483982?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4027153525813483982/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/balance-sheet-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4027153525813483982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4027153525813483982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/balance-sheet-of-life.html' title='Balance Sheet Of Life'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-712082111867481366</id><published>2009-02-27T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:07:31.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy for a Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><title type='text'>Busy for a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Too Busy for a Friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never se?n a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-712082111867481366?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/712082111867481366/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-for-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/712082111867481366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/712082111867481366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-for-friend.html' title='Busy for a Friend'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-7078713198204832553</id><published>2009-02-27T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:55:10.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stories'/><title type='text'>Mother Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="justify"&gt;My mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school…”Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night…I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?!” …It was my mother…Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank good ness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a wave of relief came upon me…one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life has been long enough now. And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…. For you… I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine…I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world shattered!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cried for the person who lived for me… My Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-7078713198204832553?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7078713198204832553/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/mother-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7078713198204832553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/7078713198204832553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/mother-sacrifice.html' title='Mother Sacrifice'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8626350336115464946</id><published>2009-02-20T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:48:38.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rare Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hand Printing'/><title type='text'>Hand Printing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SZ-xrbSTqaI/AAAAAAAAAks/6YcbHwv75Mg/s1600-h/images15.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine:…The late arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened to Reema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reema is a poor girl living in a coastal village in Mauritius. Her parents are poor labourers employed in the sugar cane fields of the establishment. She is only 18 years old and loves Ravi who is studying abroad, in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Ravi is from a rich family and is from the city. His way of living is completely different to that of Reema. But they love each other. On Valentine day she wished to feel his presence, but last Valentine they had both talked that it is not important for Valentine day to be here to show their love to each other. Love is celebrated everyday and not specifically on Valentine's Day they had said.&lt;br /&gt;But on Valentine's Day she missed him more than any other day and she decided to write him a letter, as she has not even a mobile phone, nor a computer to send emails. They were writing letters to each other and every fifteen days she received a letter from him and she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning of the day of Valentine she wrote this to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love Ravi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   It's not my turn to reply you yet I wish to write you today as I am missing you a lot and it is Valentine's Day today. I know we had talked that it's not only on this day that we show our love to each other but everyday and always, yet I am feeling like writing you on this day especially.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need any token from you, you don't need send me any rose, I don't want any gift from you, I don't want you to take me to the restaurant for dinner. I only wish and need you by my side sweetheart. I only want you to love me and care for me. I only want to see you sitting in front of my eyes, I wish to hear your voice, I wish to feel you near me. I wish you walk two steps by my side darling. Come back soon my love, come back soon. Missing you a lot, miss you every day, every night, every morning, all evenings…&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting for you baby, my eyes long to see you, is that day far? Will I stay still for you? Won't my parents force me to get married before you terminate your course? Won't there be someone else in your life there? Wont you forget me and come here with a stranger as your wife?...all this frightens me a lot sweetheart. I am afraid that I will get to lose you darling. You are my heartbeats, I breathe your name night and day. Will you ever let me fall?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am writing all these, but just want to let you know that I love you too much and will not be able to bear you away from me for too long. Please come back soon. You will receive this letter 8 days after Valentine's Day, from the depth of the heart I wish you a happy Valentine's Day sweetheart. May great God help you and bless you now and always. May you be successful and be back soon to your baby.&lt;br /&gt;Enclosing all my love for you with sweetest kisses and tight hugs baby.&lt;br /&gt;Your love,&lt;br /&gt;Reema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Reema was returning home from the post office after posting the letter when she saw the postman ringing at her doorstep. It was an express delivery…(in Mauritius express deliveries are possible, and is delivered same day it is posted)…. She signed and took the letter…it was posted inland, she was surprised as nobody writes her except Ravi, but that comes by air mails…. She went inside, opened, and jumped with tears of joy in her eyes, she laughed and cried together…. It was a letter from Ravi!! BUT HOW?&lt;br /&gt;Well read his letter to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ravi's letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest life Reema,&lt;br /&gt;                                 You will no doubt be surprised to receive this letter from me as it is not my turn of replying. Well I wanted this to reach you on Valentine's Day. So I planned this since long time back as I had a friend here who was to return back to Mauritius just two days before Valentine and I gave him the letter and told him to post it 'express delivery' to you on this day. I hope he will do it and you will receive it on this day itself….i will remind him by phone anyway so you will surely receive this on Valentine's Day. There is a rose enclosed for you sweetheart, it brings along all the love I have for you deep inside me. Never have I missed anyone ever in my life like I do miss you baby. I still remember your shy smile, your sweet voice, the way you stole a look at me in the wedding party, the day we first saw each other in your village, the beautiful dress you were wearing, your smile still twinkles in front of my eyes whether shut or open. You had stolen my heart in the first look you had at me in the wedding on that day! I was very restless and told myself you were my dream girl and at any cost I will make you my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you remember how my hand had touched yours while washing our hands near the tap? I felt letting my hand over yours for ever and feel you for ever…. I still remember during those three days how many a time I looked for you and I caught your eyes also looking for me every now and then… once I had hidden myself behind a curtain and wanted to know if you will look for me in the crowd…. And I felt so sad when I saw the sadness in your eyes searching for me all around, and I did not let you look for long and had appeared in front of you in a sudden…. And at that moment I saw you biting your lips and blushing with your usual shy smile, bending your head, eyes fixed on the floor…. And it was then that I had murmured in your ears "were you looking for me dear?" and the way you had laughed, blushing, before running away from there… I can NEVER forget those moments sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;  And how can I forget how on the third day, we were all alone in that room unexpectedly?...the moment I held you in my arms, the way you shivered, the way your hands trembled, the way you perspired on the forehead…. How I had surrounded your waist, the moment my fingers touched your bare waist, the way your whispers came …. ' no, please, no' …. And how I did not listen to you and let desire overcome unto me, and I had stolen a sweet kiss….. you were shaking! I can still hear your panting, your heavy breath, your breathing in and out so fast, and my mouth touching your cheek and moving to your mouth, your trembling lips, and my lips searching for yours to get the first kiss of my dream girl…. You were reluctant, yet despite you, you gave yourself to me and my lips had explored your trembling mouth, when my tongue had first touched your wet lips, I had sensed your tear rolling down your cheek and land over my tongue with the salty taste, and shocked I had lifted your chin gently with my hand to ask you why the tear and you had replied by holding me very tightly in your arms, pressing me so hard against your soft breast, that I had felt that the world stopped there for ever and I see death in your arms and die peacefully…. I felt your heart beating over my chest, too fast, and still you were trembling….. and we had stayed in that position for a very long time without being disturbed by anyone. That was a blissful moment sweetheart, and it was then that I promised myself that none other than you will be my wife. If not you, nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to worry at all my sweet Reema there will never be anyone else in my life other than you. There are many girls here but none fits your quality. I look for your timidity in them, I look for your shy smile in them, I look for your smiling eyes in them but can never find it. You are my special one and will always remain so.&lt;br /&gt;I am terminating my course in the next month and as soon as I reach Mauritius, I will come to your place with my parents with the marriage proposal.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby,  IS MY PROPOSAL ACCEPTED OR REJECTED?&lt;br /&gt;FROM YOUR DARING LOVER&lt;br /&gt;Ravi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reema was so happy, so happy, it had no bound, she took a writing pad, sat to her table, and wrote……….. went to the post office again to post it.&lt;br /&gt;She had written only this: proposal accepted darling.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you. Hurry.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my friends of lovebeats enjoyed it….well it is fiction. Created by me, it's from my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Shah of Mauritius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-2238231167828888959?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2238231167828888959/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2238231167828888959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2238231167828888959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8151176980737101915</id><published>2009-02-15T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:32:25.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful Relationship'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"The Relationship which needs effort to maintain will never be true &amp;amp; which is true will never need efforts to maintain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man lived alone in Minnesota . He wanted to&lt;br /&gt;spade his potato garden,&lt;br /&gt;but it was very hard work. His only son, who would&lt;br /&gt;have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would&lt;br /&gt;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;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram: 'For&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and&lt;br /&gt;local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son&lt;br /&gt;telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son's reply was: 'Go ahead and plant your&lt;br /&gt;potatoes,&lt;br /&gt;Dad.......................... It's the best I could do&lt;br /&gt;for you from here..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-8151176980737101915?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8151176980737101915/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderful-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8151176980737101915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8151176980737101915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderful-relationship.html' title='Wonderful Relationship'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-6934669861728252462</id><published>2009-02-09T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:41:16.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FROZEN THOUGHTS'/><title type='text'>FROZEN THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;FROZEN THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One day not too long ago the employees of a large company in St. Louis, Missouri returned from their lunch break and were greeted with a sign on the front door. The sign said: "Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;At first everyone was sad to hear that one of their colleagues had died, but after a while they started getting curious about who this person might be. The excitement grew as the employees arrived at the gym to pay their last respects. Everyone wondered: "Who is this person who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he's no longer here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One by one the employees got closer to the coffin and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood over the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see himself. There was also a sign next to the mirror that said: "There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth: it is YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;YOU are the only person who can revolutionize your life. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success. You are the only person who can help yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your company changes. Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one responsible for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The most important relationship you can have is the one you have with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-6934669861728252462?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6934669861728252462/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/frozen-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6934669861728252462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6934669861728252462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/frozen-thoughts.html' title='FROZEN THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-6517007457823426421</id><published>2009-02-09T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:13:59.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Facts About Human'/><title type='text'>Cool Facts About Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scientists say the higher your I.Q.. The more you dream. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You use 200 muscles to take one step. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average woman is 5 inches shorter than the average man. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your big toes have two bones each while the rest have three. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of human feet contains 250,000 sweat glands. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The acid in your stomach is strong enough to dissolve razor blades. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The human brain cell can hold 5 times as much information as the Encyclopedia Britannica.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Error! Filename not specified.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes the food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average human dream lasts 2-3 seconds. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the moment of conception, you spent about half an hour as a single cell. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your body gives off enough heat in 30 minutes to bring half a gallon of water to a boil. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The enamel in your teeth is the hardest substance in your body. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your teeth start growing 6 months before you are born. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are looking at someone you love, your pupils dilate, and they do the same when you are looking at someone you hate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your thumb is the same length of your nose.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-6517007457823426421?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6517007457823426421/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool-facts-about-human.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6517007457823426421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6517007457823426421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool-facts-about-human.html' title='Cool Facts About Human'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8274226702319573662</id><published>2009-02-09T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:48:37.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check Your Personality'/><title type='text'>Check Your Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;VIRGO - The Perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Dominant in relationships. Conservative. Always wants the last word. Argumentative. Worries. Very smart. Dislikes noise and chaos. Eager. Hardworking. Loyal. Beautiful. Easy to talk to. Hard to please. Ha rsh. Practical and very fussy. Often shy. Pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;SCORPIO - The Intense One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Very energetic.  Intelligent. Can be jealous and/or possessive. Hardworking. Great kisser.  Can become obsessive or secretive. Holds grudges. Attractive. Determined.  Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Can be self-centered at times. Passionate and Emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;LIBRA - The Harmonizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Can't make up their mind. Have own unique appeal. Creative, energetic, and very social. Hates to be alone. Peaceful, generous. Very loving and beautiful. Flirtatious. Give in too easily. Procrastinators.  Very gullible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ARIES - The Daredevil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Energetic. Adventurous and spontaneous. Confident and enthusiastic. Fun. Loves a challenge. EXTREMELY impatient. Sometimes selfish. Short fuse. (Easily angered.) Lively, passionate, and sharp wit. Outgoing. Lose interest quickly - easily bored.  Egotistical. Courageous and assertive. Tends to be physical and athletic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;AQUARIUS - The Sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Optimistic and honest. Sweet personality. Very independent. Inventive and intelligent.  Friendly and loyal. Can seem unemotional. Can be a bit rebellious. Very stubborn, but original and unique Attractive on the inside and out.  Eccentric personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;GEMINI - The Chatterbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Smart and witty.  Outgoing, very chatty. Lively, energetic. Adaptable but needs to express themselves. Argumentative and outspoken. Likes change. Versatile. Busy, sometimes nervous and tense. Gossips. May seem superficial or inconsistent, but is only changeable. Beautiful physically and  mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;LEO - The Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Very organized. Need order in  their lives - like being in control. Like boundaries. Tend to take over  everything. Bossy. Like to help others. Social and outgoing. Extroverted.  Generous, warm-hearted. Sensitive. Creative energy. Full of themselves.  Loving. D oing the right thing is important to Leos. Attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;CANCER - The Protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Moody, emotional. May be  shy. Very loving and caring. Pretty/handsome. Excellent partners for life.  Protective. Inventive and imaginative. Cautious. Touchy-feely kind of  person. Needs love from others. Easily hurt, but sympathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;PISCES - The Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Generous, kind, and  thoughtful. Very creative and imaginative. May become secretive and vague.  Sensitive. Don't like details Dreamy and unrealistic. Sympathetic and  loving. Kind. Unselfish. Good kisser. Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;CAPRICORN - The Go-Getter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Patient and wise.  Practical and rigid. Ambitious. Tends to be good-looking. Humorous and  funny. Can be a bit shy and reserved. Often pessimists. Capricorns tend to  act before they think and can be unfriendly y at times. Hold grudges. Like competition. Get what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS - The Enduring One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Charming but  aggressive. Can come off as boring, but they are not. Hard workers.  Warm-hearted. Strong, has endurance. Solid beings who are stable and  secure in their ways. Not looking for shortcuts. Take pride in their  beauty. Patient and reliable. Make great friends and give good advice.  Loving and kind. Loves hard - passionate. Express themselves emotionally.  Prone to ferocious temper-tantrums. Determined. Indulge themselves often.  Very generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Happy-Go-Lucky  One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Good-natured optimist. Doesn't want to grow up (Peter Pan  Syndrome). Indulges self. Boastful. Likes luxuries and gambling. Social  and outgoing. Doesn't like responsibilities. Often fantasizes. Impatient.  Fun to be around. Having lots of friends. Flirtatious. Doesn't like rules.  Sometimes hypocritical. Dislikes being confined - tight spaces or even  tight clothes. Doesn't like being doubted. Beautiful inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-8274226702319573662?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8274226702319573662/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-your-personality.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8274226702319573662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8274226702319573662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-your-personality.html' title='Check Your Personality'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-8256535072246024553</id><published>2009-02-09T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:45:30.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Times  UP?'/><title type='text'>My Times  UP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Times  UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 54 year old woman had a heart attack and was taken to&lt;br /&gt;the  hospital.  While on the operating table she had a near death  experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing God she asked 'Is my time up?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God  said, 'No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and&lt;br /&gt;8 days to live.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and&lt;br /&gt;have a face-lift, liposuction, breast implants and a tummy tuck.&lt;br /&gt;She even had someone come in and change her hair color and brighten her teeth!&lt;br /&gt;Since she had  so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of  it.&lt;br /&gt;After her last operation, she was released from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;While crossing the street on her way home, she was killed by  an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving  in front of God, she demanded, 'I thought you&lt;br /&gt;said I had another 43 years? Why  didn't you pull me from&lt;br /&gt;out of the path of the  ambulance?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God replied: 'I didn't recognize you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-8256535072246024553?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8256535072246024553/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-times-up.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8256535072246024553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/8256535072246024553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-times-up.html' title='My Times  UP?'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-3586059571872369177</id><published>2009-02-04T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:31:22.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give your 100%'/><title type='text'>Give your 100%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn't sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; If you don't give your hundred percent in a relationship, you'll always keep doubting if the other person has given his / her hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship etc., Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-3586059571872369177?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3586059571872369177/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-your-100.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3586059571872369177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3586059571872369177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-your-100.html' title='Give your 100%'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-2084092886374640115</id><published>2009-01-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:39:02.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and the Hawk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Frog'/><title type='text'>The Mouse, the Frog, and the Hawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A Mouse who always lived on the land, by an unlucky chance, formed an intimate acquaintance with a Frog, who lived, for the most part, in the water. One day, the Frog was intent on mischief. He tied the foot of the Mouse tightly to his own. Thus joined together, the Frog led his friend the Mouse to the meadow where they usually searched for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, he gradually led him towards the pond in which he lived, until reaching the banks of the water, he suddenly jumped in, dragging the Mouse with him. The Frog enjoyed the water amazingly, and swam croaking about, as if he had done a good deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unhappy Mouse was soon sputtered and drowned in the water, and his poor dead body floating about on the surface. A Hawk observed the foating Mouse from the sky, and dove down and grabbed it with his talons, carrying it back to his nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frog, being still fastened to the leg of the Mouse, was also carried off a prisoner, and was eaten by the Hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL : "Choose your allies&lt;br /&gt;carefully"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-2084092886374640115?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2084092886374640115/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/mouse-frog-and-hawk.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Smiling Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"The person who is always smiling doesn't mean that he has no problems ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But the smile shows that he has ability to overcome all those problems .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-6710805604508924788?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6710805604508924788/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/smiling-person.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6710805604508924788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/6710805604508924788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/smiling-person.html' title='Smiling Person'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-3004253009476514573</id><published>2009-01-23T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T05:48:41.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abortion video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How abortion is did?'/><title type='text'>Abortion Video,</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Weakheart peoples please ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KLNr04Bgilo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KLNr04Bgilo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All womens please watch this video and say no to the abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very sad that the rate of abortion is increasing by decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womens should aware of their baby forms. There are so many birth control pills to avoid the baby formation. Abortion is one kind of murder. Though it is unborn baby it too have life so we are trying to kill it before it see the world. How horrible it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law should be there to punish the people who do the abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont want the child then why do you prefer this abortion. There are so many ways to control the birth. Birth control pills are available for women and so many precautions are there for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you definietly want the sex with your partner or boy friend and don't want pregnancy means then what is the need of this? you please go for birth control precautions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you go for this critical, ridiculous method?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womens should be aware of this. If you come across unexpected pregnancy or if you are not aware your pregnancy before marriage then it is acceptable. That too in most unavoidable situation you can prefer. But try to avoid that situation is much more better than killing a infant. That's your blood. You have given life to your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lot and lot of parents are suffering from impotence, and some are longing for the child. But nowadays pregnancy in school college days itself has become a fashion. Your beauty is there with you but it is not for your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can enjoy our life but there is also some standard. Just enjoying for 20 years and suffering for the rest of years is not the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be aware of before pregnancy and think lot and lot to do before abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think you are murdering.... :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find out birth control pills which will be helpful for womens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got any drugs pls post it. I will post it to the viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just think before you do any process. This will be very useful to get rid of many problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is not the entire life and that alone is not the enjoyment. Sharing, loving and tolerance are there. So think twice or thrice before you do any process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-3004253009476514573?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3004253009476514573/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/abortion-video.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3004253009476514573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3004253009476514573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/abortion-video.html' title='Abortion Video,'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-2728085496575683252</id><published>2009-01-22T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T04:58:37.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Which month Baby You are?'/><title type='text'>Which month Baby You are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 96px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/539_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294079385629018738" border="0" /&gt;Pretty/Handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/165_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294080514399580706" border="0" /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and Loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Love aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Get angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny, Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp, Love entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrifit. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/466_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294080935058178514" border="0" /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate, shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy, appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/514_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294083891622267218" border="0" /&gt;Suave and compromising. funny and humorous. stubborn. very talkative. calm and cool. kind and sympathetic. concerned and detailed. loyal. does work well with others. very confident. sensitive. positive attitude. thinking generous. good memory. clever and knowledgeable. loves to look for information. able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. able to motivate oneself and others. understanding. fun to be around. outgoing. hyper. bubbly personality. secretive. boy/girl crazy. love sports, music, leisure and traveling. systematic. hot but has brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 96px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/852_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294084490977753122" border="0" /&gt;Stubborn and hard hearted. strong willed and highly motivated. sharp thoughts. easily angered. attracts others and loves attention. deep feelings. beautiful physically and mentally. firm standpoing. needs on motivation. shy towards opposite sex. easily consoled. systematic. loves to dream. strong clairvoyance. understanding. sickness usually in the ear and neck. good imagination. good physical. weak breathing. loves literature and the arts. loves traveling. dislike being at home. restless. not having many children. harworking. high-spirited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/452_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294084774548911762" border="0" /&gt;Best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. you love to make new friends and be outgoing. you are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. it is alos more than likely that you have a massive record collection. you have a great choice in films and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/726_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294090640857963938" border="0" /&gt;Fun to be with. secretiv. difficult to fathom and to be understood. quiet unless excited or tensed. takes pride in oneself. has reputation. easily consoled. honest. concerned about people's feelings. tactful. friendly. approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. moody and easily hurt. witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. not revengeful. forgiving but never forgets. dislike nonsensical and unnecessary things. guides others physically and mentally. sensitive and forms impressions carefully. caring and loving. treats others equality. strong sense of sympathy. wary and sharp. judges people through observations. hardworking. no difficulties in studying. loves to be alone. always broods about the past and the old friends. waits for friends. never looks for friends. not agressive unless provoked. loves to be loved. easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/997_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294090925334152658" border="0" /&gt;outgoing personality. take risks, feeds on attention. no self-control. kind hearted, self confident. loud and boisterous. very revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an every things' peachy attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. hates not being trusted. big imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying in need of that someone. longs for freedom rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by no pain no gain caring. always a suspect. playful.mysterios. charming or beautiful to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Active and dynamic. decisive and haste but tends to regret. attractive and affectionate to oneself. strong mentality. loves attention. diplomatic. consoling, friendly and solves peoples problems. brave and fearless. adventurous. loving and caring. suave and generous. usually you have many friends. enjoys to make love. emotional. stubborn. hasty. good memory. moving, motivates oneself and others. loves to travel and explore. sometimes sexy in a way that only thier lover can understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/167_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294091840069899490" border="0" /&gt;loves to chat. loves those who love them. loves to takes things at the center. inner and physical beauty. lies but doesn't pretent. gets angry often. treats friends importantly. brave and fearless. always making friends. easily hurt but recovers easily. daydreamer, opinionated. does not care to control emotions. unpredictable. extremely smart but definitely the hottest and sexiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://www.pixens.com/images/654_www.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294094274550307586" border="0" /&gt;trustworthy and loyal. very passionate and dangerous. wild at times. knows how to have fun. sexy and mysterious. everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. playful, but secretive. very emotional and temperamental sometimes. meets new people easily and very social in a group. fearless and independent. can hold thier own. stands out in a crowd. essentially very smart. usually the greatest men are born in this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; 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height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXhKDF6ynsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yxAY5Mpq4Rc/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294062778962845378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-2137524575712837538?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2137524575712837538/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/airports.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2137524575712837538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/2137524575712837538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/airports.html' title='Airports'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXhKEL6iY9I/AAAAAAAAATw/GNeZYvdYyA0/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-5503889811726510284</id><published>2009-01-22T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:23:50.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3D Art Pictures'/><title type='text'>3D Art Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXg48PyVoMI/AAAAAAAAASw/7QYw2i3eLgE/s1600-h/mh9gd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXg47qv_v9I/AAAAAAAAASg/-KKZFCf3rnE/s400/64e5vl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294043959713054674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXg47bnE6AI/AAAAAAAAASY/-z9CbMlijnI/s1600-h/2zf055l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXg47bnE6AI/AAAAAAAAASY/-z9CbMlijnI/s400/2zf055l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294043955649112066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-5503889811726510284?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5503889811726510284/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/3d-art-pictures_22.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5503889811726510284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5503889811726510284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/3d-art-pictures_22.html' title='3D Art Pictures'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXg48PyVoMI/AAAAAAAAASw/7QYw2i3eLgE/s72-c/mh9gd4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-496490146528499939</id><published>2009-01-22T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:13:34.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3D Art Pictures'/><title type='text'>3D Art Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXg4qMZauSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HnyJml0IRek/s1600-h/2z6xe6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes", said the son. "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants to serve us, but they serve others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing ? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral Of The Story :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate every single thing you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-1973295448598477359?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1973295448598477359/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/perception.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1973295448598477359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/1973295448598477359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-5027160898340935103</id><published>2009-01-18T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:07:50.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man and his Finger'/><title type='text'>The Man and his Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A man once went to see a doctor complaining of aches and pains all over his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor my whole body hurts me," he moaned. The doctor asked him to show exactly where the pain was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man explained, "When I touch my shoulder, it hurts. When I touch my back it hurts. When I touch my legs, they hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor did a thorough examination and told the man-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, there is nothing wrong with your body. Your finger is broken. That is why it hurts wherever you touch. Get your finger plastered, rest it for a couple of weeks and all of your pains will disappear."!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIRITUAL COMMENTARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life so frequently it is our own perspective that causes us pain or pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go through life "feeling" the world with our fingers, if our finger is broken naturally we will experience pain everywhere. But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make the mistake of blaming the external world for our ailments:for example "My job is over-taxing, my husband is too demanding, my wife nags, my children are disobedient, my in-laws don't understand me, etc. etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you look throughout the world you will be able to find someone who has the same type of job, but is calm, or someone who has the same type of spouse but is happy, or someone who has the same type of children but is patient, or someone who has the same type of in-laws but is grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that allows 2 people to experience the same external situation but respond in 2 different ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own perspective.Our own perception.The key, then, is not to try to change every situation in our life, but rather to change the glasses through which we see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, if we have a fixable situation at the office or at home, we should definitely do our best to improve it. But, what we have observed is that if someone has the nature to be dissatisfied, or the nature to be stressed, or the nature to be pained, that person's nature is not going to change simply by changing the external situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massage for the back or shoulder or legs would not help the man in our earlier example because it is his finger which is broken. He could spend hundreds of dollars to ease the pain in his body, but unless he puts his broken finger in a splint, he will continue to experience pain every time that finger touches the various parts of his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, we run around through life trying to "fix" our jobs or marriages or family life, but frequently the reality is in our own perspective. If we spend the same amount of energy "fixing" our perspective as we spend trying to "fix" our spouse or children,everything would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that pains and troubles don't really exist in our day to day life. Of course they do.The man in our example may also have a stiff back or sore shoulders. But the excruciating pain he experienced was due not to the minor aches and pains in his body, but due to the severely broken finger with which he was touching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, our jobs and our families are taxing. They demand a lot of us. But the unbearable pain many of us experience is due not to the demands and commands from without, but due to the demands and commands from within ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bhagwat Gita it is said that we are our best friend and also our own worst enemy, depending upon how we live our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this New Year,let us all take some time to examine what our own personal "broken finger" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it within ourselves that causes us to experience pain in the world? What irrational fear, what unfulfillable desire, what selfish motive, what ego-driven need has broken the finger with which we feel the world or has colored the glasses with which we see? We spend so much time examining others, but very little time examining our own selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Source of all joy and peace lies within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blocked from that Source by a host of desires, fears and ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to finding and tapping into that Source must come from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us find the key within ourselves and unleash the Ocean of Divine Bliss in our lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-5027160898340935103?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5027160898340935103/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-and-his-finger.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5027160898340935103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5027160898340935103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-and-his-finger.html' title='The Man and his Finger'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4541300998283130634</id><published>2009-01-18T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:54:05.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Wealth, Love, Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No", she replied. "He's out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We do not go into a House together," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ol!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;d men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4541300998283130634?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4541300998283130634/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/wealth-love-success.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4541300998283130634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4541300998283130634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/wealth-love-success.html' title='Wealth, Love, Success'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-4280868290430635955</id><published>2009-01-18T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:52:34.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhagavat Geetha'/><title type='text'>Bhagavat Geetha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;An old Farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his  Bhagavat Geeta. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagavat Geeta just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget  as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bhagavat Geeta do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,  "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of  water." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back   to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to  the river with the basket  to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was  impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak  out before he got back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he   said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the  basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old  coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, that's what happens when you read the Bhagavat Geeta. You might not   understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be  changed, inside and out. That is the work of Krishna in our lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-4280868290430635955?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4280868290430635955/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/bhagavat-geetha.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4280868290430635955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/4280868290430635955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/bhagavat-geetha.html' title='Bhagavat Geetha'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-3086442515565163710</id><published>2009-01-18T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:43:03.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fish and the Turtle'/><title type='text'>The Fish and the Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time there was a fish. And just because it was a fish, it had lived all its life in the water and knew nothing whatever about anything else but water. And one day as it swam about in the lake where all its days had been spent, it happened to meet a turtle of its acquaintance who had just come back from a little excursion on the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good day, Mr. Turtle!" said the fish. "I have not seen you for a long time. Where have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh", said the turtle, "I have just been for a trip on dry land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On dry land!" exclaimed the fish.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean by on dry land? There is no dry land. I had never seen such a thing. Dry land is nothing."&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the turtle good-naturedly. "If you want to think so, of course you may; there is no one who can hinder you. But that's where I've been, all the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come," said the fish. "Try to talk sense. Just tell me now what is this land of yours like? Is it all wet?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, it is not wet," said the turtle. "Is it nice and fresh and cool?" asked the fish.&lt;br /&gt;"No, it is not nice and fresh and cool," the trutle replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it clear so that light can come through it?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, it is not clear. Light cannot come through it."&lt;br /&gt;"Is it soft and yielding, so that I can move my fins about in it and push my nose through it?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, it is not soft and yielding. You could not swim in it."&lt;br /&gt;"Does it move or flow in streams?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, it neither moves nor flows in streams."&lt;br /&gt;"Does it ever rise up into waves then, with white foams in them?" asked the fish, impatient at this string of Noes.&lt;br /&gt;"No!" replied the turtle, truthfully. "It never rises up into waves that I have seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There now," exclaimed the fish triumphantly. "Didn't I tell you that this land of yours was just nothing? I have just asked, and you have answered me that it is neither wet nor cool, not clear nor soft and that it does not flow in streams nor rise up into waves. And if it isn't a single one of these things what else is it but nothing? Don't tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well", said the turtle, "If you are determined to think that dry land is nothing, I suppose you must just go on thinking so. But any one who knows what is water and what is land would say you were just a silly fish, for you think that anything you have never known is nothing just because you have never known it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that the turtle turned away and, leaving the fish behind in its little pond of water, set out on another excursion over the dry land that was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-3086442515565163710?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3086442515565163710/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/fish-and-turtle.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3086442515565163710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/3086442515565163710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/fish-and-turtle.html' title='The Fish and the Turtle'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326203414174361048.post-5333183939794113356</id><published>2009-01-18T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:38:23.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rare Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat with Wings'/><title type='text'>Rare Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXQMwYubWcI/AAAAAAAAARU/cf2CKLnbJXg/s1600-h/cat_wings_Funzug.org_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXQMwYubWcI/AAAAAAAAARU/cf2CKLnbJXg/s400/cat_wings_Funzug.org_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292869487477610946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXQMwDzj7UI/AAAAAAAAARM/UCNW9a2I_Pw/s1600-h/cat_wings_Funzug.org_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXQMwDzj7UI/AAAAAAAAARM/UCNW9a2I_Pw/s400/cat_wings_Funzug.org_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292869481861999938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326203414174361048-5333183939794113356?l=rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5333183939794113356/comments/default' title='கருத்துரைகளை இடு'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/rare-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 கருத்துரைகள்'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5333183939794113356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326203414174361048/posts/default/5333183939794113356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rare-pictures-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/rare-pictures.html' title='Rare Pictures'/><author><name>Eswari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470711054810158659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/R0FfTYAabMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UWhZw8KbcYg/s320/venky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLyhWAfB64U/SXQMwYubWcI/AAAAAAAAARU/cf2CKLnbJXg/s72-c/cat_wings_Funzug.org_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
