<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:02:58.820-07:00</updated><category term='parents'/><category term='Time'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Mothers love'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>i, me, myself....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-2111113536256696699</id><published>2008-11-08T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:03:16.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The duke &amp; I - Julia Quinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="184" height="182" id="biWidget" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.harpercollins.com/services/browseinside/widget.aspx?hc.guid=7e104707-6100-4b18-b86d-e9fb322613cc"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="isbn=9780380800827&amp;amp;guid=7e104707-6100-4b18-b86d-e9fb322613cc&amp;amp;siteId=2"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.harpercollins.com/services/browseinside/widget.aspx?hc.guid=7e104707-6100-4b18-b86d-e9fb322613cc" flashvars="isbn=9780380800827&amp;amp;guid=7e104707-6100-4b18-b86d-e9fb322613cc&amp;amp;siteId=2" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="184" height="182" name="biWidget" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-2111113536256696699?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2111113536256696699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=2111113536256696699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/2111113536256696699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/2111113536256696699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/11/duke-i-julia-quinn.html' title='The duke &amp; I - Julia Quinn'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-5819977916295515978</id><published>2008-10-31T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:40:48.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Install love,  it is really quite simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SRqyeTKSAcI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/FfALV47RYNY/s1600-h/cupid-pictures001-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SRqyeTKSAcI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/FfALV47RYNY/s400/cupid-pictures001-1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267718947772432834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech support :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, how can i help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer :&lt;/span&gt; well, after much consideration, i've decided to install love. can u guide me through the     process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech support :&lt;/span&gt; Yes, i can help u. are u ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer :&lt;/span&gt; Well i'm not very technical, but i think i'm ready, as long as u walk me through the steps. tell me now, what do i do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tech support :&lt;/span&gt; The first step is to open ur heart. have u located ur heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Customer : &lt;/span&gt;Yes, but there are several other programmes running now. is it okay to install love while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech support :&lt;/span&gt; Er...what programmes are running, can u list them for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer : &lt;/span&gt;Let's see, i have past hurt, low self-esteem, grudge &amp;amp; resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tech support : &lt;/span&gt;No problem, you can go right ahead. love will gradually erase past hurt from ur current operating system. it may remain in ur permanent memory but will never never disrupt other programmes. love will eventually override low self-esteem with a module of its own called high self- esteem. however, u have to completely turn off grudge &amp;amp; resentment those programmes prevent love from being properly installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me can u turn those off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Customer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ummm...let me see. actually, i don't know how to turn them off. can you tell me how? please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tech support : &lt;/span&gt;With pleasure. it's really quite simple . go to your start menu and invoke forgiveness. do this as many time as necessary until grudge &amp;amp; resentment have been completey erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Customer :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;okay, done! wow, love has started installing itself. is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech support :&lt;/span&gt; Yes, but remember that you have only the base programme . it's quite basic . you need to begin connecting to other hearts inorder to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer :&lt;/span&gt; oops! i have an error message already. it says, 'Error - programme not run on external components.' what should i do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech suport :&lt;/span&gt; Don't  worry, relax. it means that the love programme is set up to run on internal hearts, but has not yet been run on your heart. in non - technical terms, it simply means you have to love yourself before u love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer : &lt;/span&gt;so, what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tech support : &lt;/span&gt;Pull down self - acceptance; then click on the following files: forgive self; realize ur worth; &amp;amp; acknowledge your limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer :&lt;/span&gt; Okay, done. that wasan't too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tech support : &lt;/span&gt;Now, copy them to the 'My heart' directory. the system will overwrite any conflicting files &amp;amp; begin patching faculty programming. also u need to delete verbose self criticism from all directories &amp;amp; empty ur recycle bin to make sure it is completely gone &amp;amp; never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer : &lt;/span&gt;Got it, hey! my heart is filling up with new files. smile is playing on my moniter &amp;amp; peace &amp;amp; contenment are copying themselves all over my heart. is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tech support :&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes for others it takes a while, but eventually it gets it at the proper time. so love is installed &amp;amp; running. one more thing before we hang up. love is free-ware. be sure to pass it &amp;amp; its various modules around to every-one you meet. they will inturn share with others &amp;amp; return some cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Customer :&lt;/span&gt; Thank you, thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOURCE : "The times of India" dated on 12.11.2008&lt;/span&gt; ( read this article today in times of India found it to be intresting &amp;amp; something which is very true....so juzz wanna share it with those of them who didnt get to read this lovely article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-5819977916295515978?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5819977916295515978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=5819977916295515978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/5819977916295515978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/5819977916295515978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/10/install-love-it-is-really-quite-simple.html' title='Install love,  it is really quite simple'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SRqyeTKSAcI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/FfALV47RYNY/s72-c/cupid-pictures001-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-8673582571984721784</id><published>2008-09-22T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:41:11.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Every second counts!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SNiO_LLb0aI/AAAAAAAABus/UOb9lDFKLJg/s1600-h/DaliTime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SNiO_LLb0aI/AAAAAAAABus/UOb9lDFKLJg/s400/DaliTime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249102581683966370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ONCE YOU READ THIS YOU WILL        UNDERSTAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A        young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next        door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been        some time since Jack had seen the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old man.        College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In        fact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt; moved        clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of        his busy life,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sidharth&lt;/span&gt; had little time to think about the past and often no        time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and        nothing could stop him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the        phone, his mother told him, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr. Venkat&lt;/span&gt; died last night. The funeral is        Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he        sat quietly remembering his childhood days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;, did        you hear me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, sorry,        Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm        sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;        said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, he        didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing.. He'd        reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he        put it,' Mom told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I loved        that old house he lived in,' &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;, after your father died, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr. Venkat&lt;/span&gt; stepped in to make sure you had a        man's influence in your life,' she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He's the        one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if        it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought        were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;       said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As busy as        he was, he kept his word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; caught the next flight to his hometown.        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr.. Venkat's&lt;/span&gt; funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his        own, and most of his relatives had passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night        before he had to return home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; and his Mom stopped by to see the old        house next door one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in        the doorway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into        another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as        he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of        furniture.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; suddenly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's        wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;?' his Mom asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The box is        gone,' he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What box?'        Mom asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There was        a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked        him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing        I value most,'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was        gone. Everything about the house was exactly how  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;remembered it,        except for the box. He figured someone from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Venkat's&lt;/span&gt; family had taken        it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now I'll        never know what was so valuable to him,'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;said. 'I better get some        sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been        about two weeks since &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr. Venkat&lt;/span&gt; died. Returning home from work one day        Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package.        No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three        days,' the note read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the        next day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like        it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to        read, but the return address caught his attention. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Mr. Venkatraman'&lt;/span&gt; it        read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There        inside was the gold box and an envelope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; hands shook as he read the        note inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SNiL4dddheI/AAAAAAAABuk/8CtTx1cc2j0/s1600-h/depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SNiL4dddheI/AAAAAAAABuk/8CtTx1cc2j0/s400/depression.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249099167797446114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Upon my        death, please forward this box and its contents to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;. It's the        thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was taped to the letter. His        heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; carefully unlocked the box.        There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running his        fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.        Inside he found these words engraved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;,        Thanks for your time! -Venkatraman.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The thing        he valued most was...my time'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sidharth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;held        the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his        appointments for the next two days. 'Why?' Charu, his assistant        asked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I need        some time to spend with my son,' he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, by the        way, Charu, thanks for your time!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life is        not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take        our breath away,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think about this. You may        not realize it, but it's 100% true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; At least 2 people in this world love you so much they        would die for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; At least 15 people in this world love you in some        way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even        if they don't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go        to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; You mean the world to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; If not for you, someone may not be        living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; You are special and unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; When you think you have no chance of getting what you        want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best,        and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something        better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good        can still come from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; When you think the world has turned its back on you,        take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; Someone that you don't even know exists loves        you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; Always remember the compliments you received. Forget        about the rude remarks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you        will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; If you have a great friend, take the time to let them        know that they are great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-8673582571984721784?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/8673582571984721784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=8673582571984721784' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/8673582571984721784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/8673582571984721784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-second-counts.html' title='Every second counts!!!!!!!'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SNiO_LLb0aI/AAAAAAAABus/UOb9lDFKLJg/s72-c/DaliTime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-5350084454469530258</id><published>2008-08-31T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:36:49.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers love'/><title type='text'>"A DATE WITH A WOMAN"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLqPfNtGxPI/AAAAAAAABpM/Ef7n2q-CYZQ/s1600-h/adult-son-mother_%7EHPF014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLqPfNtGxPI/AAAAAAAABpM/Ef7n2q-CYZQ/s400/adult-son-mother_%7EHPF014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240658882816558322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--PIM--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;!--PIM--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman      out&lt;br /&gt;to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other      woman&lt;br /&gt;loves you and would love to spend some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The      other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has&lt;br /&gt;been a      widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three&lt;br /&gt;children had      made it possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called      to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's wrong, are      you well,' she asked? My mother is the type of woman&lt;br /&gt;who suspects that a      late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign&lt;br /&gt;of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I      thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,' I responded. 'Just&lt;br /&gt;the      two of us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I      would like that&lt;br /&gt;very much.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove      over to pick her up I was a bit&lt;br /&gt;nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When I arrived at her      house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;nervous about our date. She      waited in the door with her coat on. She had&lt;br /&gt;curled her hair and was      wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;her last wedding      anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an      angel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son,      and they were&lt;br /&gt;impressed, 'she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't      wait to hear&lt;br /&gt;about our meeting'. We went to a restaurant that, although      not elegant,&lt;br /&gt;was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were      the First&lt;br /&gt;Lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;After we sat down, I had to      read the menu. Large print. Half way through&lt;br /&gt;the entries, I lifted my      eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic smile was on      her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were      small,' she&lt;br /&gt;said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then it's time that you relax and let me return      the favor,' I&lt;br /&gt;responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable      conversation - nothing&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of      each other's life. We&lt;br /&gt;talked so much that we missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As      we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again,&lt;br /&gt;but      only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How was your dinner date?'      asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice&lt;br /&gt;Much more so than I could have      imagined,' I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive      heart attack. It happened&lt;br /&gt;so suddenly that I didn't have time to do      anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy      of a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;receipt from the same place mother and I had      dined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't      sure that&lt;br /&gt;I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one      for you&lt;br /&gt;and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night      meant&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love you, son.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At      that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;YOU!'      and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in&lt;br /&gt;life is      more important than God and your family. Give them the time they&lt;br /&gt;deserve,      because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's mothers love isn't!!!!!.......people never mind where u are &amp;amp; what u are doing please do reciprocate your love which your mother shows to you &amp;amp; do spend some time with them because they expect nothing else from you except for your care, love &amp;amp; affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-5350084454469530258?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5350084454469530258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=5350084454469530258' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/5350084454469530258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/5350084454469530258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/08/date-with-woman.html' title='&quot;A DATE WITH A WOMAN&quot;'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLqPfNtGxPI/AAAAAAAABpM/Ef7n2q-CYZQ/s72-c/adult-son-mother_%7EHPF014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-2137492363063608481</id><published>2008-08-31T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:26:50.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><title type='text'>"TRUE LOVE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmHGvhcI/AAAAAAAABok/MhJy7kI-HGY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmHGvhcI/AAAAAAAABok/MhJy7kI-HGY/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240574338908784066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmWJdZhI/AAAAAAAABos/Pkxlw0GX53U/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmWJdZhI/AAAAAAAABos/Pkxlw0GX53U/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240574342946711058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmT8vNwI/AAAAAAAABo0/bSe5uKuzdH4/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmT8vNwI/AAAAAAAABo0/bSe5uKuzdH4/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240574342356481794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmqchV4I/AAAAAAAABo8/ku_O3aDwgOw/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmqchV4I/AAAAAAAABo8/ku_O3aDwgOw/s320/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240574348395370370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmxEf7NI/AAAAAAAABpE/5qQ697SWwGM/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmxEf7NI/AAAAAAAABpE/5qQ697SWwGM/s320/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240574350173662418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never underestimate the amazing power of love to change hearts and mindsets. Love can even give fresh inspiration to tackle what seems to be impossible"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The virtue of true love is not finding the perfect person, but loving the imperfect person perfectly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is giving and sometimes giving means giving in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a mirror. When you love another you become his mirror and he becomes yours....And reflecting each other's love you see infinity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The man had fought for the US in the War against IRAQ and after returning, he had got married with the girl he was in Love with… Real true Love indeed… Hats off… She is one of the great women in the world as far as I can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24;"&gt;This is a true love. Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-2137492363063608481?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/2137492363063608481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=2137492363063608481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/2137492363063608481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/2137492363063608481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-love.html' title='&quot;TRUE LOVE&quot;'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLpCmHGvhcI/AAAAAAAABok/MhJy7kI-HGY/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-5253272870636974456</id><published>2008-08-21T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:20:44.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>"FAITH"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SK7aup2zwAI/AAAAAAAABn0/1BYco2oOoas/s1600-h/journey_of_faith1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SK7aup2zwAI/AAAAAAAABn0/1BYco2oOoas/s400/journey_of_faith1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237363911723040770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"faith is small as a mustard seed can move mountains"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this is wat i  learnt in my childhood in a form of a song or rhyme or watever it is!!!!......the following conversation between a professor &amp;amp; a student seems brilliant &amp;amp; mindblowing....u 'll end up wit surprise wen u get to know who the student is!!!! ......more than tat u'll get to know the real meaning of faith, not only about whether god does exist or not but on each &amp;amp; every aspect of life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof&lt;/span&gt;: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt; Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt; Student: Sure. Prof: Is God all-powerful? Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm? (Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt;  You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt; Is Satan good? Student: No. Prof:Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Student:&lt;/span&gt; From...God... Prof:That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt; Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt; So who created evil? (Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt;  Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof: &lt;/span&gt;So, who created them? (Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt;  Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof: &lt;/span&gt;Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student: &lt;/span&gt;No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof: &lt;/span&gt;Yet you still believe in Him? Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt; According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof: &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prof: &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; No sir. There isn't. (The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat.But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that.There is no such thing as cold . Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat . We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy . Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it . (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Student:&lt;/span&gt; What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt;Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Student :&lt;/span&gt;You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright   light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Prof:&lt;/span&gt; So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Student&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt; Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Student:&lt;/span&gt;Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Prof:&lt;/span&gt;If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir? (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain? (The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Student:&lt;/span&gt; Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir? (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Prof:&lt;/span&gt; I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son. Student:That is it sir... The link between man &amp;amp; god is FAITH . That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...  .......this is a true story, and the student was none other than..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;APJ Abdul Kalam, the former president of India&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/3096723787575604260-5253272870636974456?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5253272870636974456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=5253272870636974456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/5253272870636974456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/5253272870636974456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/08/faith.html' title='&quot;FAITH&quot;'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SK7aup2zwAI/AAAAAAAABn0/1BYco2oOoas/s72-c/journey_of_faith1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-6612023813553028781</id><published>2008-08-20T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:57:17.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>"VALUE OF PARENTS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SKwUkq0r2CI/AAAAAAAABnc/YcBPYTrBf8Y/s1600-h/my+sweet+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SKwUkq0r2CI/AAAAAAAABnc/YcBPYTrBf8Y/s400/my+sweet+family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236583086928156706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;this is smethng tat evry youngster must read.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A father was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Son replied “It is a crow”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, what is this?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-129"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, “What is this?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;From today say this aloud, “I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-6612023813553028781?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/6612023813553028781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=6612023813553028781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/6612023813553028781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/6612023813553028781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/08/value-of-parents.html' title='&quot;VALUE OF PARENTS&quot;'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SKwUkq0r2CI/AAAAAAAABnc/YcBPYTrBf8Y/s72-c/my+sweet+family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-7040643316388907239</id><published>2008-08-17T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:15:05.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"A LOVABLE LOVE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SKkRs4T9DqI/AAAAAAAABm8/YG4LhXLSsvM/s1600-h/Like_To_You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SKkRs4T9DqI/AAAAAAAABm8/YG4LhXLSsvM/s400/Like_To_You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235735504522907298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I dunno whether dis is a real luv story or not....but the moment i read this story i was vry much touched by the kind of love the guy &amp;amp; the gal shared in dis story ........it was really awesome, adorble, wonderful, heart touching.......wat more to say.....to know wat true love is juzz read this story.... it tells it all....especially the last words of the guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after&lt;br /&gt;her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the&lt;br /&gt;party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but&lt;br /&gt;due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was&lt;br /&gt;too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please,&lt;br /&gt;let me go home…. suddenly he asked the waiter. “would you please give me&lt;br /&gt;some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he&lt;br /&gt;put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why&lt;br /&gt;you have this hobby? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near&lt;br /&gt;the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty&lt;br /&gt;coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my&lt;br /&gt;hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”. While&lt;br /&gt;saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-147"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can&lt;br /&gt;tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home,&lt;br /&gt;has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about&lt;br /&gt;her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice&lt;br /&gt;talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets&lt;br /&gt;all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was&lt;br /&gt;such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!&lt;br /&gt;Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess&lt;br /&gt;married to the prince, then they were living the happy life…. And,&lt;br /&gt;every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she&lt;br /&gt;knew that’s the way he liked it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“My dearest,&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I&lt;br /&gt;said to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so&lt;br /&gt;nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It&lt;br /&gt;was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be&lt;br /&gt;the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times&lt;br /&gt;in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to&lt;br /&gt;lie to you for anything..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like&lt;br /&gt;the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty&lt;br /&gt;coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for&lt;br /&gt;anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my&lt;br /&gt;whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you&lt;br /&gt;and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee&lt;br /&gt;again”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what’s&lt;br /&gt;the taste of salty coffee? It’s sweet. She replied.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear&lt;br /&gt;but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one&lt;br /&gt;you like will leave you for the one they love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who calls you back when you hang up on him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he&lt;br /&gt;cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, “…that’s&lt;br /&gt;her.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-7040643316388907239?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/7040643316388907239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=7040643316388907239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/7040643316388907239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/7040643316388907239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovable-love.html' title='&quot;A LOVABLE LOVE&quot;'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SKkRs4T9DqI/AAAAAAAABm8/YG4LhXLSsvM/s72-c/Like_To_You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-5744893799904018333</id><published>2008-07-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:28:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my scribblings during leisure time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SIH58z-201I/AAAAAAAABk0/NePQjatBvYQ/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SIH58z-201I/AAAAAAAABk0/NePQjatBvYQ/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-5744893799904018333?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/5744893799904018333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=5744893799904018333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/5744893799904018333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/5744893799904018333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-my-scribblings-during-leisure.html' title='one of my scribblings during leisure time'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SIH58z-201I/AAAAAAAABk0/NePQjatBvYQ/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096723787575604260.post-4168384740364511870</id><published>2008-05-22T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:09:12.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My scraps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SDZs0o3h1hI/AAAAAAAABZs/NjBF6aQ9THc/s1600-h/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SDZs0o3h1hI/AAAAAAAABZs/NjBF6aQ9THc/s400/5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203466071052506642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the reason why i've started blogging is.....not to share something which is very intresting or informative but to just while away time tats it.... sounds stupid but yet cant help it..... the things which i would like to share, are those which of intrest to me...... so it would be something related to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; hmmm everything might seem to be unrelated but that is how my life is being carried all these days with full of surprises &amp;amp; diffrent perspectives toooooo...... so my following blogs would be related to the above mentioned intrestsss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3096723787575604260-4168384740364511870?l=bhavanilingam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/feeds/4168384740364511870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3096723787575604260&amp;postID=4168384740364511870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/4168384740364511870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3096723787575604260/posts/default/4168384740364511870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhavanilingam.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-scraps.html' title='My scraps'/><author><name>"Its my world"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656538469944988176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SLZB5U4NwGI/AAAAAAAABoM/GPMreMF1dt8/S220/1036-042-60-1654.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jJC--TZqdxo/SDZs0o3h1hI/AAAAAAAABZs/NjBF6aQ9THc/s72-c/5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
