<?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-1395853499866871953</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:02:18.327+05:30</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='It&apos;s Joke Time'/><category term='Fun n Knowledge'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='computers'/><category term='Horrible'/><category term='God'/><category term='God Stories'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Who teachs us:- Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about what we learn from our life since our birth till our death.
There are very interesting stories in this blog, just read them and learn, not everything but at least something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-7041181933475727746</id><published>2009-01-01T12:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:28:36.291+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>feelings (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Friends&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a very happy new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kaise chal rahi hai life? Plz friends main jo bhi likhu agar kisi ki life mein kuchh aisa huya ho jo shayad meri nazar mein galat ho aur aapko wo sahi laga ho to plz mujhe apna dost samjh kar maaf kar dena, coz main kisi ko hurt karne ke liye kuch nahi likhta ye sab mere saath ho chuka hai ya fir hone wala hai or in short feelings jo kisi ki bhi kisi ke liye bhi ho sakti hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj main kuchh Sameer ke bare mein btata hu, shayad aap mein se koi samjh jaye use. Sameer- ek aisa insaan jiske paas bahut se dost hokar bhi koi dost nahi hai. Uske liye kisse-kahaniyaan bahut mayene rakhte hain, is liye bachpan se hi wo bas khwabo ki duniya mein hi jeeta aa raha hai aur aaj bhi ye sab isliye likh raha hu kyuki aaj bhi main un khwabo ki duniya se bahar nahi niklana chahta coz is duniya mein jo log rehte hain wo sirf apne bare mein hi sochte hain, nahi jeena chahta main ek tarfa zindagi,maine kabhi kisi ka bura nahi chaha par na jane kyu har baar mere saath bura hi hota hai, kisi se kuchh nahi manga par agar kuch expect kar bhi liya to usme bura hi kya hai, par is duniya ke insaan is baat ko samjhna hi nahi chahte, ye sab sirf mere saath nahi ho raha bahut se aur log bhi hain jinke liye kisi aur ki zindagi khud ki zindagi se jyada mayene rakhti hai, kyu nahi milta unko jise wo pana chahte hain? Kyu nahi milti unhe chhoti chhoti khushiyan? Kya unhe koi haq nahi hai khushiyan pane ka? Mujhe pata hai kyu, kyuki wo jo pana chahte hain wo galat hai, us insaan ki nazar mein jis-se wo expect karta hai, kyu bhul jate hain ke wo khushiyaan pane ke liye nahi balki khushiyaan baatne ke liye aaye hain is duniya mein. Bas un swarthi logo ko dekhkar khud bhi kuchh na kuchh pane ki zidd mein chal padte hain us raah par jis raah se sivaye khalipan ke kuchh nahi milta, Us raah par us insaan ka saath bhi nahi mil pata jise wo pyaar karta hai, kyuki wo hi to uski sabse badi galati hoti hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends life mein bahut kuch aisa ho gaya jise kabhi expect nahi kiya tha aur waise bhi hota to wahi hai na jo expect na kiya ho, waise bhi mujhe khud nahi pata kyu likh raha hu main ye sab, shayad apne aap ko samjhne ki ya fir samjhane ki koshish kar raha hu, umeed hai koi aur to samjh nahi paya shayad kisi din khud samjh jayu apne aapko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahut baar socha hai ke sochna hi chhod du par kya karu, kabhi bhi khud ko rok nahi saka aisa karne se kyuki maine kaun sa apne bare mein kuchh sochna hota hai, sochna hota hai to hamesha apne friends ke bare mein hi sochna hota hai. Main ye sab isliye nahi likh raha ke ise padh kar shayad mujhe koi dost mil jaye, ya fir koi aisa person jo shayad mujhe samjh sake. Bas kuchh feelings hain jo kisi na kisi aur ke mann bhi hoti hain jise wo us insaan se nahi keh pata jise wo apna sabse achha dost samjhta hai lekin uske dost ke liye wo bas ek dost hai sirf ek dost jo shayad baki dosto jaisa hi hai, jinki uski zindagi mein koi jagah nahi hai, sach kahu to sirf unke liye likh raha hu jo is sameer jaisa hi hai par use koi samjh nahi paya. Aur ab to main khud nahi chahta ke mujhe koi aisa mile jo mujhe bhi samjhe, sahayd ab itni himmat nahi hai ke kisi ko ye ehsaas dilane ki bhi koshish karu ke wo mujhe apna sabse achha dost samjh sakta hai. Really i don’t need ya kahu k i dont want any friend, bas jo hain wo hi kafi hain. Agar dhundne jayu to pata nahi kitne hi sameer mil jayenge par har ek ka dard bhi to nahi baant sakta aur jiska baatna chaha wo khud hi nahi chahta. Kyu hota hai life mein aisa?Kyu banate hain hum kuchh anjaan rishte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer- sab kehte hain sameer hawa ka wo jhonka hota hai jo kisi na kisi ke liye us waqt aata hai jab use uski sabse jyada jarurat hoti hai, ek tohfa hota hai par kya ye sach hai? sahi hi to hai hawa ka jhonka hi to hota hai jo to aata hai aur ek pal mein hi chala jata hai, pata nahi kitne hi hawa ke jhonke aakar chale jate hain aur jane se pehle sabke ke liye ek message chhod jate hai, bas ye keh kar chala jata haihar jhonka ke jane se pehle kuchh aisa de jayo jise log zindagi bhar yaad kare. Bas main bhi kuchh aisa hi karke jana chahta hu, pata nahi life mein kya likha hai, kya karna hai, kuchh samjh mein nahi aata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ke hume kuchh aise dost milte hain jinhe hum to kisi ke bhi samne apna dost keh sakta hain,par wo shayad kisi ke samne hume apna dost nahi keh sakte, pata nahi ye unka darr hai ya fir yu kahe ke hum hi unke kabil nahi ke wo log hume apna dost samjh sake. Kitna aasaan hota hai kisi dost ke liye ye kehna ke main tumhe chhodna chahta hu, bina kuch soche samjhe..............., bas keh diya, kya bas kehne se rishte khatam ho jate hain? Par wo ye kyu nahi sochta ke jise wo chhodna chahta hai wo insaan use kitna pyaar karta hai. Kisi ke jane se kisi ki zindagi to nahi rukti par shayad mere jaise kuchh log jo dost ko khud se jyada mante hain unki life mein khalipan jarur aa jata hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waise maine aaj tak kisi ko nahi bataya but mere paas ek aisa dost hai jise main kuchh bhi kahu, kuchh bhi puchhu wo mujhe ans jarur deta hai, Pata hai kaun................. Bhagwan,,,,,, Sabke paas hota hai ye dost par bas sirf use uski galatiyaan hi btate hain kyuki shyad hume is duniya se sikhne ke liye hi bas ye mila hai. Jab bhi kabhi main toot jata hu i alwayz ask him ke aapne mere saath aisa kyu kiya to mujhe mere sawal ka ans jarur milta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Ek din maine puchha ke kyu bheja hai mujhe is duniya mein jaha sab apne bare mein sochte hain, kisi ka kisi se koi wasta nahi? Jaha log hass kar dhokha dete hain or us dhoke ko ek saza kehkar bhul jate hain, Kya wo saza baar baar milni jaruri hai? To bhagwan ne kaha.” Maine to tujhse pehle hi kaha tha ke mat ja par ye teri hi zidd thi ke nahi main jaunga aur sab kuchh badal dunga, sabko pyaar karna sikha dunga, rishton ki paribhasha samjhaunga aur ab kyu ro raha hai. Yahan ke log bas dard dena jante hain dard sehna pade to use kisi ki galati jo wo khud kabhi karte hi nahi. Maine tujhe bheja tha ke tu jaye aur sabko ye bataye ke kisi ko pyaar kaise dena hai, kisi ko vishwaas kaise dena hai aur agar aa hi gaye hain to bas dena hi sikho lena nahi, Par tu bhi yaha pahunch kar badal gaya aur aaj mujhse sawal kar raha hai ke maine tere saath ye sab kyu kiya hai? Tu bhi in logo jaisa ho gaya galati khud karte hain aur naam kis aur ka, Jaise sab dard dete hain waise hi tune bhi mujhe diya. Maine socha tha ke tu mera dost hai aur sab thik kar dega par tu bhi is duniya ka ho gaya, gaya to tu un logo ko sikhane ke liye par aaj mujhe padha raha hai ke maine galat kiya hai sabke saath. Kya maine kabhi kisi ko aise chhoda jiase wo mujhe chhod dete hain. Jab Jarurat padti hai to meri yaad aa jati hai warna khud mein hi khoye rehte hain, kya kabhi kisi ne ye socha ke mujhe mere dosto ki koi parwah nahi, main hamesha unke paas rehta hu par kya kabhi mere liye kisi ne kuchh kiya, jise main keh saku ke ye hai mera dost”. ........................... Ab aap hi socho dosto Main bhagwan ko kya jawab deta unke is sawal ka. Sach hi to kaha unhone mujhse, hum badal hi to gaye hain, Jab dil chaha kisi ko chhod diya aur jab ji chaha apna bana liya. Sachi mein tang aa gaya hu is behaviour se, kabhi kabhi sochta hu chhod du sabko par fir darr rehta hai ek baat ka ke agar aise chhod gaya to fir se ye sun-na padega ke tumne dhoka diya, tum chhod kar gaye the hum nahi, Kyuki kisi ne kisi ko na samjhne ki zidd jo kar rakhi hai aur isi zidd ki wajah se aksar lag chhod dete hain ek aise insaan ko jo shayad........................ I don’t hav words for dat person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek din maine bhagwan se puchha ke har insaan ke paas koi aisa hai jise wo bahut pyaar karta hai par mujhe kyu nahi diya koi aisa to he said ke tujhe pyaar dene ke liye bheja hai pane ke liye nahi, Kabhi agar tu kisi ke bare mein sochega bhi to bhi wo tujhe pyaar nahi karega par haan tujhe ye haq hai ke tu use bina btaye us-se pyaar kar sakta hai par kabhi bhul se bhi use mat btana warna use hamesha ke liye kho bhi sakta hai, kyuki is duniya mein aksar aise hi log milte hain, jinke liye apna pyaar to sab kuchh hai par tere jaise dost ka pyaar samjhne ke liye waqt nahi hai ya fir tera pyaar unke liye bas ek pagalpan hai jo sirf tujhse hi shuru hota hai aur tujhpe hi khatam. Maine puchha ke aakhir kya hai ye pyaar jo log itna bhagte hain iske pichhe he said :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar ek ehsaas hai jise kabhi kisi ko samjhaya nahi ja sakta, kisi ko bataya nahi ja sakta, kisi insaan ko kuchh aisa dena jise kabhi usne expect na kiya ho par ye zaruri nahi ke aapko bhi wo mile. Ye kisi bhi rishte ko bandh ke rakhta hai aur rishta agar dosti ka ho to shayad koi koi hi samjh sakta hai is pyaar ko. Agar aap kisi ko mann se pyaar karte hain to ye zaruri nahi ke wo bhi aapse pyaar kare Par iska matlab ye nahi ke aap us insaan se pyaar karna hi chhod do, aap use pyaar karte raho kyuki ho sakta hai ek din wo badle, ho sakta hai use samjh aaye ke wo kya kho raha hai agar kabhi na bhi samjh paya to main ek aise insaan ko jarur bhejunga jo tumhe wo pyaar dega jiska tumhe intzaar hai par isme bahut waqt lag sakta hai. Pyaar sirf dene ke liye hai na ke paane ke liye, aap kabhi kisi galat insaan se pyaar nahi karte aap to hamesha sahi insaan se hi pyaar karte ho par shayad wo insaan hi aapko ya aapke pyaar ko samjh nahi pata ya fir uske paas aapke liye itna waqt hi nahi hai par ek din jarur aata hai jis din use iska ehsaas hota hai lekin sharat hai ke aapka pyaar uske liye sacha hona chahiye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na jane kyu hum log bas ek chhota sa ehsaas dene se bhi darte hain..... Pyaar.......kya nahi de sakte hum sabko, agar sabko nahi bhi de sakte to kuchh aise logo ko hi jo hamare bahut kareeb hote hain ya jinke liye hum bahut mayene rakhte hain. Kabhi socha hai ke unki humse kuchh umeeden hain kya hum unki un umeedon ko pura kar payenge. Haan shayad tab jab hamari khud ki abhilashayen puri hogi tab aur agar na ho payi to kabhi kisi ko kuchh nahi denge chahe kuchh bhi ho jaye hota hai na aksar aisa hi??? Chalo ji chhodo hume kisi se kya lena hum khush hain to kisi ki khushi se hume kya. Har waqt kuchh pane ki chah hume kuchh dene se rok deti hai. Aksar hum sochte hain agar hume pyaar nahi mil paya to hum kisi aur ko kyu de aur agar mil jaye to fir hume aur kisi se kya hamare paas to hai na. Kya pyaar kisi ek insaan se hi kiya jata hai.............................shayad sab kahenge haan........Par main nahi manta is baat ko pyaar to har us insaan se kiyaja sakta hai jo aapke bare mein sochta hai, jise aap par sabse jyada vishwaas hai, jisko aapse kayi umeeden hai par na jane sirf insaan ke liye hum har rishte ko apne se alag karne se bhi nahi katrate. Kyu bhul jate hain un rishton ko jinhone bachpan se hume sambhala hai?Kyu bhul jate hain hum un insaano ko jinhone humari har galati ko maaf kiya? Kyu bhulna chahte hain har us insaan ko jo hume pyaar karta hai? ...............Bas ek insaan ke liye jise hum sabse jyada pyaar karte hain, wo hi sab kuchh hai hamare liye. Kyu karte hain hum aisa apne saath?....... main janta hu ke ek din aata hai jab yahi galatiyaan hume sabse jyada rulati hain aur us din koi nahi hota hume sun-ne wala, aur na hi koi puchhta hai ke kya huya hai. Us din hume is baat ka ehsaas hota hai humne kya khoya hai aur kya paya hai. Lekin us waqt tak jo hum kho dete hain wo shayad fir kabhi nahi mil pata...............Friends waqt sab kuchh dikhata hai, wo bhi samne aata hai jo hum kisi ke saath karte hain aur sochte hain ke jo kiya tha sahi tha par jab samne aata hai to pata chalata hai ke kitne galat the hum par us waqt kisi ko ilzam bhi to nahi de sakte, kyuki kiya bhi to humne hi tha. Kyu hota hai aisa jo insaan apni har galati ke liye kisi aur par ilzam lgata raha ek din jab khud aayine ke samne khada hota hai to khud se nazarein bhi nahi mila pata, tab kisi ko ilzam nahi de pata, kyu ??????????? Shayad iska jawab hi hume us din milta hai jis din hum bahut kuchh kho chuke hote hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arey yaar it’s 3:00 a.m. Aaj ke liye itna hi aur waise bhi aaj se to mera new year resolution start huya hai aur agar aaj hi use bhul jayunga to bas fir to ho gaya kaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care Friends Sameer’ll be back.&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/1395853499866871953-7041181933475727746?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7041181933475727746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7041181933475727746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2009/01/feelings-3.html' title='feelings (3)'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-4897971445789312675</id><published>2008-12-23T18:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:48:11.484+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>feelings (2)</title><content type='html'>Hello friend&lt;br /&gt;How are you? must be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i’m here with you to share my oh sorry our feeelings with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dosti” shayad is shabd ko samjhne ke liye hi hume ek umar chahiye par kya wo bhi bahut hogi ye samjhne ke liye? Dost jo shayad hamare liye to sirf ek aisa naam hai jo hum kisi ko bhi de sakte hain par kisi aur ke liye ek umeed, ek aisa ehsaas jise hum kabhi bhi samjh na payen.Samjhe bhi kyu jab hume uski koi jarurat hi nahi hai aur agar hai bhi to bas us waqt jab kuchh chahiye, arey jiski jarurat hai agar wo hume mil raha hai to bhala uska kya karna jo humse dur jata hi nahi. Par kya sach mein wo humse kabhi dur nahi jayega???? Ek din aisa hoga  jab hum to use pukarenge par wo wapis nahi aayega, hum royenge bhi par wo hume nahi puchhega, kya tab hum dosti ko samjh chuke honge...........................????????? Shayad haan ya fir abhi bhi nahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dost shayad jiski priksha hum har waqt lete hain aur wo hamesha usme paas hokar bhi fail hota hai hamare liye. Chahe dhup ho, chahe barsaat, chahe dhund ho ya fir andheri raat par hanara dost koi parwah kare bina hamare paas pahunch hi jayega par kya hamara pyaar .......................???? aayega......But not sure!!!!!!!!! Kyu dost ko hum bas is liye apne paas rakhte hain, kya har baar priksha uski hi honi chahiye kabhi hum khud uski jagah nahi khade ho sakte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dost jise hum par khud se jyada vishwaas hai par hume us par nahi. Kya ye kami usme hai? Nahi ye kami to hamare andar hai jise jante huye bhi hum dur nahi kar sakte kyu ki jis insaan se hum pyaar karte hain, hamara vishwaa/s to wo hai. Pyaar, pyaar pyaar ek ratt jo sab kuchh bhula deti hai, jise humne apne mann mein basa rakha hai, wo hi sab kuchh hai. Kya dost ka pyaar pyaar nahi ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar jise hum apna har ek pal de sakte hain, jiske saath har sham bita sakte hain, jiske bina zindagi hi adhuri si hai. Kya dost ko wo pal nahi de sakte, kya uske bina hum adhure nahi hain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dost  jise hamari har baat achhi lagti hai, jise hamari har galati bhi apni si lagati hai, har daant ek mithi  jhapi si lagti hai,jo hamari ek muskurahat mein bhi apni khushi dhundh leta hai, hamari narazgi bhi hass ke seh leta hai, hamara har dukh apna samjhta hai, aakhir kyu karta hai wo aisa......???????&lt;br /&gt;Kya chahta wo humse? Kyu hai wo hamare itne kareeb? Kya rehta hai har pal hamare saath? Kyu sochta hai sirf hamari hi khushi, Kya use khushi ka koi haq nahi hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya humne kabhi socha hai ke bhagwan ne ye dosti ka rishta hi kyu banaya? Kya jarurat thi iski? Sab khush to hain. Kisi ko dost ki jarurat hi kya hai?................. Kyuki Shayad ye hi wo rishta hai jo hume har rishta nibhana sikhata hai. Shayad  isi rishte main do insaan ek dusre ko sikhate hain ke kisi ko pyaar kaise diya jata hai. Shayad yahi wo rishta hai jo kisi se bhi banaya jata hai ...................aur haan  shayad yahi to wo rishta hai jise aasani se toda ja sakta hai, shayad isj rishte ko hum aasani se bhula sakte hain, shayad yahi rishta hai jo kisi ko kareeb aur kisi ko dur le jata hai. Par kya sach mein ye kisi ko dur le jata hai...........?.............. Nahi dosto sirf ye hi to wo rishta hai jo do ajnabi logo ko itna kareeb le aata hai jise hum pyaar kehte hain, Agar ye rishta hi pyaar ki neev hai to kahi isi wajah se to nahi hum isse dur bhagte, kya isi wajah se hi to nahi hum apne dost ko bhulna chahte? Par kya ye thik hoga...............................?Kya kisi dost ke pyaar ko thukrana sahi hai ...?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek dost jo sacha hai, jiske mann aap har pal ek vishwaas bankar rehte hain bhala uske pyaar ko kyu thukrana? Jo insaan hamesha aapki hi khushi chahta hai bhala usse dur kyu jana? Jiske mann mein koi chhal nahi use khud se kyu dur karna? Jo bina swarth ke har pal aapke saath ke liye tarasta hai use kyu chhodna? Jiski zindagi ek dost se shuru hoti hai aur us rishte ko samjhne ke baad wo apne har rishte ko nibha raha hai, aakhir wo insaan galat kaise ho sakta  hai? ...........Galat to shayad hum hain jo use jaan nahi paate kyuki hum kisi se pyaar karte hain aur hamari zindagi usi se shuru hoti hai aur usi pe khatam...........................bhala hum ek dost ke pyaar ko kyu samjhenge.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab kabhi bhi hum us insaan se baat kar rahe hote hain jise hum pyaar karte hain aur agar hamare dost ka phone aa jaye to hum use ignore kar dete hain, kyuki wo hamre liye jaruri nahi hai. Aur agar kabhi dost se baat kar rahe ho aur uska phone aa jaye to dost ko bina kuchh kahe hi phone disconnect kar dete hain, Kyu? Kya dost ki baat jaruri nahi ho sakti? Kya us waqt usko hamari jarurat nahi ho sakti ?Kya uski baat hamare liye koi mayane nahi rakhti? Kyu pal pal hum use ye ehsaas dilate hain ke meri zindagi mein teri jagah kuchh nahi hai, tu apni jagah bnane ki koshish mat kar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe nahi malum ke ye ehsaas kab pura hoga par mujhe uski jarurat aaj bhi hai jiske bina shayad ye hamesha hi adhura rahega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosto its 2.00 a.m., take care,  i promise i'll be back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;writtten by Sameer&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/1395853499866871953-4897971445789312675?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/4897971445789312675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=4897971445789312675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4897971445789312675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4897971445789312675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2008/12/feelings-2.html' title='feelings (2)'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-5529271134387455217</id><published>2008-12-19T14:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:50:06.813+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="City" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="State" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDheeraj%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;object id="ieooui" classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Cambria Math"; 	panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:1; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-unhide:no; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} .MsoChpDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	mso-default-props:yes; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:45.0pt .75in 1.0in .75in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;feelings (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Hum log Dosti ko Pyaar aur Pyaar ko dosti ka naam dete hain, Lekin main aaj tak nahi samajh paya ke mujhe pyaar huya hai ya dosti coz I feel dosti ho ya pyaar dono hi ek ehsaas hai jo hum kisi aise insaan ke liye apne mann mein rakhte hain jo hamare bahut hi kareeb hota hai ya fir wo jise hum apna samjh lete hain, shayad itna apna ke uske aage kuchh aur nahi. Par ye hai kya Dosti ya Pyaar, samjhne mein hi waqt nikal jata hai. Main isme sirf ik aise dost ki feelings bata raha hu jiske liye uska dost bahut mayane rakhta hai par uske dost ke liye koi aur……… haan jise wo pyaar karta hai. Ye baatein sirf wo hi insaan samjh sakta hai jo dosti aur pyaar ke rishte ko samjh sakta hai. Jisko apne dost ki feelings ki bhi parwah hai. Mujhe ab tak apna pyaar to nahi mil paya par aise dost jarur mile hain jo sirf apne pyaar ke liye mujhe chhod ke chale gaye ya fir koi aisa hai jise maine chhod diya wo bhi apne pyaar ke liye, aisa wo sochta hai, par main use kuchh nahi keh sakta kyuki main bhi majboor hu, Dosti ki kuchh misunderstandings hi hamare rishte ko khatam kar gayi hain. Lekin shayad ab bahut der ho chuki hai aur ab……….ab kuchh nahi bach &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; hai. Lekin uski feelings kya hain mere liye wo main achhi trah samjh sakta hu. Kehte hain ke bhagwan sab ko ek jaise din dikhata hai shayad isliye aaj hum ek dusre ke paas hote huye bhi bahut dur hain. So friends please kabhi dost ko mat chhodo wo bhi apne pyaar ke liye. Main manta hu ki jab pyaar hota hai to dost ki jagah nahi rehti hamari zindagi mein par ye bhi sach hai ke dost hi dur rehkar bhi hamare sabse kreeb rehta hai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;I don’t understand ki agar koi ladka aur ladki dost hain to log unke relation ko sirf pyar ka naam hi kyu dete hain? Jab do ladke best friends ban sakte hain to ek ladka aur ladki kyu nahi? Kya unme kabhi dosti nahi ho sakti? Kya unki feelings ek dusre ke liye sirf achhi dosti tak nahi rehti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;I strictly believe ke ek ladka aur ek ladki ache nahi, balki bahut achhe friends ban sakte hain shayad do ladko se bhi ache. Bas sharat ye hoti hai k unko ek dusre par vishwas kitna hai. Jab tak unme vishwas ka dhaga kachha hai wo ek dusre ko samajh nahi payenge. Main manta hu k ek ladki ko kisi ladke par vishwas karne ke liye waqt chahiye to kya ek ladke ko bas milte hi vishwas kar lena chahiye? Kya use us ladki ko jan-ne ka mauka nahi milna chahiye? Kya use waqt nahi chahiye? Ladko par vishwas karna mushkil aur ladki par mushkil nahi, kyu, aisa kyu hota hai ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Dosti jise shayad hum kabhi nahi samjh pate aur shayad bas kuch misunderstandings ki wajah se hi raste mein chhod jate hain, bina ye jane ke wo dusra insaan jiske liye hum bahut ehmiyat &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rakhte hain, uski feelings kya hai hamare liye, hume uski koi parwah nahi, kyuki shayad sach mein hume uski koi parwah nahi hoti. Ho sakta hai us waqt koi aur hamare kareeb ho jata hai, par ye bhi to galat hai kisi apne ke liye hum us insaan ki feelings ko hurt kare jiske liye hum bahut kuchh hain. Hum kyu bhul jate hain koi hai jo shayad bina kahe, bina kisi sawarth ke hamari care karta, humse pyaar krta hai lekin, hum usse anjaan rehte hain, ya shayad jaan bujh kar aisa karne lagte hain, sirf is liye, kyuki wo sirf hamara dost hai hamara pyaar nahi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Hum aisa kyu karte hain kya us insaan ke kuchh sapne nahi hain hamare liye? Kya use hume apna pyaar dene ka koi haq nahi hai? Hum kyu chhod dete hain us insaan ko jo hum par vishwaas karta hai, kyu tod dete hain uske vishwaas ko? Kyu uski koi parwah nahi rehti, bas is liye ke wo sirf hamara dost hai hamara pyaar nahi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Agar aisa hi karna hota hai to hum kyu use apni zindagi mein ek jagah dete hain, jise wo chhodta hai to use dukh hota hai, par hume……….. koi fark nahi padta. Arey agar aisa hi karna hota hai to hum use apni zindagi mein laate hi kyu hain? Kyu use ye sapne dikhate hain ke uske bina hum adhure hain? Kyu usko ye vishwaas dilate hain ke uske paas ek dost hai jise wo apne mann ki har baat keh sakta hai.?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Har insaan dosti ka majak uda jata hai. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kisi&lt;/st1:place&gt; ko kisi ki feelings ka koi khayal nahi hai. Ek insaan jo hamare liye kuchh bhi kar sakta hai, kyu hum use hurt karte hain? aur ek taraf wo…………, chahe jitna bhi hurt ho par uf tak nahi karta, kyuki wo usi mein khush hai. Uski khushi to hamari khushi mein hoti hai. Aur hamari khushi shayad usko ye ehsaas dila ke ki ab teri jarurat nahi hai shayad ab mere paas wo insaan hai jiski mujhe talash thi. Aur dost ka kya hai wo to mil hi jate hain. Kya kisi dost ki feelings hamare liye koi mayane nahi rakh sakti. Aksar hum us insaan ko nazarandaz karte hain jiske liye hum khush nahi ho sakte par wo hamari har khushi mein shamil hota hai. Ho bhi kyu woe k dost hai hamara pyaar nahi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Dosti ho ya pyaar, ye to bas ek aisa ehsaas hai jo hume sikhata hai ke hume kisi ko kya dena hai aur kaise dena hai. Hum kisi ko de hi kya sakte hain, bas thodi si care, pyaar, vishwaas aur respect jo shayad hume khud ko na mile to apne aap ko adhura sa lagta hai, kuchh kami si lagti hai. lekin agar ye dene mein bhi hum sochte reh jayenge to shayad hum kabhi kisi ko kuchh nahi de sakte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Main manta hu ke hume hamesha aise do insaan milte hain jo hume khud se jyada pyaar karte hain aur hum sirf ek ko aur jo dusra hota hai wo hota hai hamra sabse achha dost jise shayad hum to bhula sakte hain par wo hame kabhi nahi bhula sakta Jab kabhi wo insaan jise hum pyaar karte hain hume ignore karta hai to hume bahut dukh hota hai par jab hum apne dost ko ignore karte hain to ye kyu nahi sochte ke wo kitna hurt ho raha hai? Bas isliye kyuki wo sirf hamara dost hai hamara pyaar nahi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Kya humne kabhi dost ko samjha hai kya hai ye dost ? Hamare liye koi bhi insaan jo hume mil jata hai jise hum thode din mein jan-ne lagte hain wo hamara dost hai, par kya ye sach hai? Haan dost bnana to aasan hai par dosti nibhana its difficult coz kisi ko samjhna aur uska saath dena bahut mushkil hai. Aur baat sirf ek dost ki ho to fir to bahut hi mushkil hai kyuki wo sirf ek dost hai hamara pyar nahi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Dost jo shayad hamari zindagi ke har pal ka dhyan humse jyada rakhta hai. Jise humse jyada hamare bare mein pata hota hai, jise humse jyada hamari fikar hoti hai, jise hamare aane se pehle hamare aane ka ehsaas hota hai, jo bina kahe hi hume samjh sakta hai, jise hamari har jarurat ka khayal humse jyada hota hai, jiski har dua mein bhi hamara hi naam hota hai, par hum kyu nahi samjhte uski feelings ko?bas isliye kyuki wo sirf hamara dost hai hamara pyar nahi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Dost wohi hota hai jo hamesha har mushkil mein hamara sath deta hai aur shayad jab mushkil mein hote hain to hi hume yaad aata hai. I feel ke dost wo nahi jo hume galti karne se rokta hai, jise pata ho ke hum jo kar rahe hain wo galat hai, aur agar galati kar lete hain to hume kehta hai ke main kuchh nahi kar sakta tumne khud galati ki hai tum hi bhugto, par sacha dost to wo hai jo jante huye bhi ke aapne uske rokne par bhi galati ki hai, aapke galati karne ke baad bina kuchh kahe bas itna kehde ke “you don’t worry” main hu na. Koi bhi mushkil ho main tujhe nikal lunga, tu girne laga to sambhal lunga aur agar gir bhi &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to tujhe sahara dunga. Chahe wo har pal hamare sath hai, har pal hume sambhalta hai par hume usse kya kyuki wo sirf hamara dost hai hamara pyar nahi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Dost agar ladka hai aur agar wo kisi ladki ki care karta hai, agar har pal uske bare mein sochta hai to use pyaar kaha jata hai. Main puchhta hu ke agar wo pyaar karta bhi hai to kya galat hai. Agar wo ladki ki care karta bhi hai to usme kya burayi hai, hum log unhe galat kyu samjhte hai, arey log hi kya wo ladki khud bhi yahi sochti hai k shayad us ladke se dosti karke usne &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;galati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; ki kyuki wo sirf uska dost hai uska pyaar nahi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Main manta hu ke jise hum pyar karte hain usse hamari expectations bahut badh jati hain. Lekin agar ek ladka ek apni dost se kuchh expectations rakhtaS hai to usme galat hi kya hai par haan wo kabhi shayad use nahi keh payega coz use pata hai ke wo kisi aur se pyaar karti hai aur wo isi mein khush hai k wo ladki khush hai, par ye jaruri to nahi ke is ehsaas ko pyaar ka naam hi diya jaye, kya ye ehsaas kisi dost ke liye nahi ho sakta hai. Wo sirf is liye us ladki ke sath hota hai ke agar wo kahi galat bhi hai to wo use sambhal lega, chahe kuchh bhi ho, chahe har insaan use ek raaste pe aakar uska saath chhod jaye par wo hamesha use ye ehsaas dilane ke liye uske paas rehta hai ke main hamesha se tumhare saath hu, tumhare paas hu. Lekin wo ladki uske is ehsaas ko kabhi nahi samjh payegi kyuki wo sirf uska dost hai uska pyaar nahi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Kyu hum apne dil mein ye baat bana kar rakhte hain ke jise hum pyaar karte hain wo hi hamare liye sab kuchh hai aur hamare dost sirf jab jarurat pade to hume chahiye. Jyadatar log bas aisa hi karte hain jab dost ki jarurat ho use yaad karo or baki ek insaan jise wo chahte hain wo to unke paas hai na, aur unhe kya chahiye, par kabhi ye socha ke us dost ko kaisa lagta hoga jab jarurat padne par hi hum use yaad karte hain, kya sirf jarurat ka naam hi to dosti nahi hai? Shayad hamari soch hi aisi hai ke dost to dost hai jab kabhi yaad karege aa hi jayega, usne kahan jana hai, hamare bina usne jana hi kahan hai, par agar wo dost hi aapse ruth kar chala jaye to …………………..???????? Shayad iska jawab hum khud apne aap se puchh sakte hain ke wo hume chhod kar &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:city&gt; hi kyu, humne aisi kaun si &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;galati&lt;/st1:city&gt; ki jisse ruth kar wo humse dur chala &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, kya humne uski kabhi parwah ki?, kya kabhi humne use puchha ke tu mujhse kya expect karta hai? Kya kabhi uske paas jakar puchha tujhe meri jarurat to nahi? Lekin kyu puchhe wo sirf dost hai hamara pyaar nahi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Hume hamesha is baat ka intzaar rehta hai ke jis dost ko hum pyaar karte hai, jiski hum care karte hain, kabhi wo bhi hume pyaar dega, kabhi wo bhi hamare liye sochega, kabhi wo bhi hamari care karega. Lekin aksar ye sab ek sapna ban kar hi reh jata hai kyuki aisa bahut kam hota hai ya fir kabhi nahi hota is ka karan hai ke hum ye bhul jate hain ke hum sirf ek dost hain us insaan ka pyaar nahi jise shayad hum khud se bhi jyada mante hain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Hum kabhi use jakar nahi kehte ke tujhe jo chahiye bol main dunga tujhe, kabhi wo toot bhi raha ho to use jakar apna sahara nahi nahi dete, kabhi uske girte aansuyo ko nahi rokte, kabhi uske sar par hath rakhkar nahi kehte ke teri har problem meri hai, kabhi ye nahi kehte ke mujhe teri dosti chahiye, kbhi usko thanx nahi kehte ke tere jaisa dost mujhe nahi mila, kabhi ye nahi kehte ke tere bina mera koi aur sahara nahi ban sakta, arey kahen bhi kyu yaar wo kaun sa hamara pyaar hai wo to sirf ek dost hai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Kitne khudgarj hain hum log jo apne dost ki feelings ko nahi jaan sakte, ya fir yu kahe ke kabhi uske bare mein sochna hi nahi chahte, kyuki hum use ek jagah de chuke hain or us jagah pe pata nahi kitne aur log hain, aur wo jagah hai dost ki, pata nahi kitne hi aur dost hain kis kis ke bare mein soche aur is wajah se hum us khas insaan ko bhi nahi puchhte.lekin agar ye baat hamare pyaar ke liye ho to hum kisi ko bhi chhod sakte hain chahe wo koi bhi rishta ho hum tod sakte hain, bina kuchh soche samjhe, kya hum apne dost ke liye kabhi apne pyaar ko chhod sakte hain, …………………..??????? Nahi shayad kabhi nahi kyuki wo hamara pyaar hai hamara dost nahi. Aur dost ko to hum kabhi bhi chhod sakte hain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Jise hum pyaar karte hain agar wo koi &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;galati&lt;/st1:city&gt; kare to hum uski &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;galati&lt;/st1:city&gt; ko dekhkar bhi andekha kar dete hain par agar koi chhoti si bhi &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;galati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; hamara dost karde to………….? To use har pal us &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;galati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; ka ehsaas dilate hain. Har pal use yaad dilate hain ke teri wajah se ye huya hai, bina ye jane ke us dost pe kya beet rahi hai, chahe wo &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;galati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; usne hamari wajah se ki ho par fir bhi hum kabhi uska saath nahi denge, kabhi ye bhi nahi jan-na chahenge ke kahi use hamari jarurat to nahi hai? Kahi wo hamare bina akela to nahi ho jayega. Aakhir kyu soche wo kaun sa hamara pyar hai wo to sirf ek dost hai. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Hume kabhi is baat ka ehsaas nahi hota ke hamara dost bhi hume kuchh kehna chahta hai, humse kuchh sun-na chahta hai.Use kabhi itna bhi nahi puchhte ke “kaise ho” par chahe us insaan ko jise hum pyaar karte hain baar baar puchhte rahe. Din ho ya raat usse baat kare bina kuchh pal nahi guzar sakte par kya kabhi dost ko khud apne aap phone karke bhi puchhte hain ke kaise ho? Wo har subha se sham tak bas ye intzar karta hai ke shayad aaj hum khud use puchhenge par hamare paas uske liye waqt kahan hai, hamare paas agar waqt hai to sirf uske liye jise hum pyaar karte hain. Hum sara din uske saath baat kar sakte hain par apne dost ke liye do pal bhi nahi hote. Par hum uske sath baat kare bhi to kyu wo kaun sa hamara pyaar hai wo to dost hai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Mere liye mere dost hamesha aise hote hain jaise hamare parents ke liye hum, hamesha unse pyaar kiya, unki care ki, unhe respect di, unki har galati mein unka saath diya, par kuchh dost hi aise mile jinke liye sahyad ye sab words pyaar, care, vishwaas, respect koi ehmiyat nahi rakhte the aur agar koi ehmiyat thi bhi to bas kisi aur ke liye jinhe wo sabse jyada pyaar karte the. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; kabhi unse ye expect nahi kiya par hota to hamesha wahi hai na jo kabhi expect nahi kiya jata. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Dear Friends its 3:30 a.m. now so abhi tak ke liye itna hi , hope all you’ll like my feelings or I can say our feelings jo shayad hum us insaan se kabhi nahi keh sakte jise hum apna dost samjhte hain, jiski hume fikar hai par use hamari nahi……………anywayz ye dosti ka ehsaas kabhi khatam nahi ho sakta ye yuhi chalta rahega aur hamari feelings hamesha badhti hi hain par us dost ko kya, aakhir hum to uske liye sirf dost hain uska pyaar nahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Please friends forward this link to others so that they can leave their comments &amp;amp; feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Its true and happened with most of us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By Sameer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;+91-98728-39621&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;Will be back……………………………………………...to be continue……………….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-5529271134387455217?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/5529271134387455217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=5529271134387455217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5529271134387455217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5529271134387455217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2008/12/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-7756567985939361257</id><published>2007-10-03T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:02:52.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life is Gift</title><content type='html'>Life is a GiftThere was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's alwaysthere for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that if she could only see the world, she would marryher boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, willyou marry me?"The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blindtoo, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letterto her saying."Just take care of my eyes dear."This is how human mental thoughts changes when their status changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is A GiftToday before we think of saying an unkind word&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we complain about the taste of our food&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we complain about our husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before we complain about life&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we complain about our children&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we argue about our dirty house, someone didn't clean or sweep&lt;br /&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance we drive&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we are tired and complain about our job&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wishedthey had our job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we think of pointing the finger or condemninganother&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answerto one maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get us down&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on our face and thank God we're alive and still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift&lt;br /&gt;Live it&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMBRACE IT&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let The LORD &amp; The LIGHT OF THE WORLD Bless You...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-7756567985939361257?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7756567985939361257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7756567985939361257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-gift.html' title='Life is Gift'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8833689386399456546</id><published>2007-08-27T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:19:06.038+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Paintings by Mr. M.F. Hussain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrxll6wyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UaJpEwbUI5Q/s1600-h/unknown7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103330196157285154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrxll6wyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UaJpEwbUI5Q/s320/unknown7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrtVl6wxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uNcEZk1fB4k/s1600-h/unknown6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103330123142841106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrtVl6wxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uNcEZk1fB4k/s320/unknown6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKroVl6wwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5LdTI5Fie2I/s1600-h/unknown5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103330037243495170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKroVl6wwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5LdTI5Fie2I/s320/unknown5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrkll6wvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/golwkNxDCAc/s1600-h/unknown4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329972818985714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrkll6wvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/golwkNxDCAc/s320/unknown4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrgll6wuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/E07DBnFw6Oc/s1600-h/unknown3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329904099508962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrgll6wuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/E07DBnFw6Oc/s320/unknown3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrc1l6wtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vw81BAlMU3g/s1600-h/unknown2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329839674999506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrc1l6wtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vw81BAlMU3g/s320/unknown2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrYFl6wsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZKUSsg3zWok/s1600-h/unknown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329758070620866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrYFl6wsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZKUSsg3zWok/s320/unknown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrOVl6wrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Zjhnu-JOF-E/s1600-h/unknown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329590566896306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrOVl6wrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Zjhnu-JOF-E/s320/unknown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1395853499866871953-8833689386399456546?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8833689386399456546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8833689386399456546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/08/paintings-by-mr-mf-hussain.html' title='Paintings by Mr. M.F. Hussain'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RtKrxll6wyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UaJpEwbUI5Q/s72-c/unknown7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1385746930587366255</id><published>2007-08-24T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:21:53.604+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Ans this Q :-</title><content type='html'>A consumer purchased few toys from a supermarket for RS. 35, he gave 100 Rs. currency to the salesperson but the salesperson had no loose change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he collected loose change from the next shop and pay off the balance amount Rs 65 to the consumer.After few hours the owner of next shop comes to the supermarket and says the Rs 100 the sales man gave to him was a duplicate currency and he want to change the currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sales man got no option but to change the duplicate currency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this transaction find the loss of supermarket and explain how????????? ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1385746930587366255?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1385746930587366255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1385746930587366255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1385746930587366255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1385746930587366255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/08/ans-this-q.html' title='Ans this Q :-'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-2737569136963031134</id><published>2007-08-03T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:23:44.992+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Smiles of d year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLKItJVZUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/io74hPNly4A/s1600-h/2007-03-27_120924_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094356379415962946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLKItJVZUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/io74hPNly4A/s320/2007-03-27_120924_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLKEtJVZTI/AAAAAAAAAII/Psw8Pq1mfZk/s1600-h/2007-03-27_121032_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094356310696486194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLKEtJVZTI/AAAAAAAAAII/Psw8Pq1mfZk/s320/2007-03-27_121032_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLJ_dJVZSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XMIFxyIoZgI/s1600-h/2007-03-27_121147_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094356220502172962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLJ_dJVZSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XMIFxyIoZgI/s320/2007-03-27_121147_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLJ6tJVZRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BZ5BDf436hY/s1600-h/2007-03-27_121633_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094356138897794322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLJ6tJVZRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BZ5BDf436hY/s320/2007-03-27_121633_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLJ29JVZQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_qC9PTNVJMU/s1600-h/2007-03-27_121736_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094356074473284866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLJ29JVZQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_qC9PTNVJMU/s320/2007-03-27_121736_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1395853499866871953-2737569136963031134?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2737569136963031134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2737569136963031134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/08/smiles-of-d-year.html' title='Smiles of d year'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RrLKItJVZUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/io74hPNly4A/s72-c/2007-03-27_120924_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-2796373545516716605</id><published>2007-07-28T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:24:29.396+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Japan Inventions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrwZ9JVZPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/25qRWCVhqsM/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqrv_NJVZOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5FUMXXrINv4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092146197835375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqrv_NJVZOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5FUMXXrINv4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrvLtJVZNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NCtefe5WpoA/s1600-h/unt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092145313072112850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrvLtJVZNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NCtefe5WpoA/s320/unt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrvDtJVZMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7CkfTp_UpOE/s1600-h/507qhs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092145175633159362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrvDtJVZMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7CkfTp_UpOE/s320/507qhs9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqruyNJVZLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XqAc7qKGqH8/s1600-h/6b40xdt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092144874985448626" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrqENJVZDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VyzDWt3rdRo/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqrp1NJVZCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LfWayAVQRGU/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092139428966917154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqrp1NJVZCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LfWayAVQRGU/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrpWtJVZBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sVWlxWu9q_4/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092138904980907026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrpWtJVZBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sVWlxWu9q_4/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrpH9JVZAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XJRjtj4PjFI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092138651577836546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrpH9JVZAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XJRjtj4PjFI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqrowdJVY_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/03mMQo0fidg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqroatJVY9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SFMJHGnPOnE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1395853499866871953-8449846841009699909?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8449846841009699909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8449846841009699909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/07/miss-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='! miss uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqrr1tJVZJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GPKtnGm1WyQ/s72-c/untitled9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-6173649339451873825</id><published>2007-07-26T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:29:34.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alphabate &amp; Numeric</title><content type='html'>This is quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 4 alphabets ( 'a', 'b', 'c' &amp; 'd') which are quite commonly used; do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 99 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 'd' comes for the first time in Hundred)Letters 'a', 'b' &amp; 'c' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 999 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 'a' comes for the first time in thousand)Letters 'b' &amp; 'c' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 999,999,999 !(Letter 'b' comes for the first time in Billion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 'c' does not appear anywhere in the spellings of entire English Counting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-6173649339451873825?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6173649339451873825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6173649339451873825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/07/alphabate-numeric.html' title='Alphabate &amp; Numeric'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-4193728812302648066</id><published>2007-07-26T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:27:55.154+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>New Sholay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhwANJVY8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/kt3qxI60_wU/s1600-h/cooltext61363775.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; RGV's new take on Sholay turns the gaon ki gori Basanti, played by Hema Malini, into a Mumbaiya tapori called Ghungroo played by Nisha Kothari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhvndJVY7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/z6ZdAXIKdDQ/s1600-h/Image[1].image006.jpg@01C7B1A9.65365F40"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091442102371705778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhvndJVY7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/z6ZdAXIKdDQ/s320/Image%5B1%5D.image006.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jajdeep made Soorma Bhopali a household name in the old Sholay . Now, meet Rajpal Yadav playing Soorma in RGV's adaption of the classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqhu8dJVY6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qxhDGjAGc4A/s1600-h/Image[1].image009.jpg@01C7B1A9.65365F40"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091441363637330850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqhu8dJVY6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qxhDGjAGc4A/s320/Image%5B1%5D.image009.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Gabbar Singh saying "Arre o Sambha!" Mac Mohan takes on the role of the main villain's side-kick Sambha as Sushant Singh in the new Sholay . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqhuz9JVY5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XRkyiq2DQew/s1600-h/Image[1].image008.jpg@01C7B1A9.65365F40"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091441217608442770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqhuz9JVY5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XRkyiq2DQew/s320/Image%5B1%5D.image008.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing Sanjeev Kumar's role as the hardened Thakur, the cop-turned-man-on-a-mission out to get Gabbar, is southern star Mohanlal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhuWtJVY3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-POiywsEDJ4/s1600-h/Image[1].image007.jpg@01C7B1A9.65365F40"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091440715097269106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhuWtJVY3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-POiywsEDJ4/s320/Image%5B1%5D.image007.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushmita Sen as Durga, slips into the character of the quiet widow Radha that Jaya Bachchan immortalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhuRdJVY2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/iopCaEzMufI/s1600-h/Image[1].image005.jpg@01C7B1A9.65365F40"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091440624902955874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhuRdJVY2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/iopCaEzMufI/s320/Image%5B1%5D.image005.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajay Devgan takes on the role of Dharmendra, essaying the character of the flirtatous Veeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhuNdJVY1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Cs7Yy6bZ5wE/s1600-h/Image[1].image004.jpg@01C7B1A9.65365F40"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091440556183479122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhuNdJVY1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Cs7Yy6bZ5wE/s320/Image%5B1%5D.image004.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In place of Amitach Bachchan is newcomer Prashant Raj who plays the small-time crook, good-at-heart Jai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhuE9JVY0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Kds8chJi0n8/s1600-h/Image[1].image003.jpg@01C7B1A9.65365F40"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091440410154591042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhuE9JVY0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Kds8chJi0n8/s320/Image%5B1%5D.image003.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Amjad Khan played big baddie Gabbar Singh in the old version, none other than Amitabh Bachchan plays the new-age villain in the new Sholay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhtwtJVYzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wZi6e5Je_5U/s1600-h/Image[1].image002.jpg@01C7B1A9.65365F40"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091440062262240050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhtwtJVYzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wZi6e5Je_5U/s320/Image%5B1%5D.image002.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1395853499866871953-4193728812302648066?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4193728812302648066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4193728812302648066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-sholay.html' title='New Sholay'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhvndJVY7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/z6ZdAXIKdDQ/s72-c/Image%5B1%5D.image006.jpg%4001C7B1A9.65365F40' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-4515798204556016774</id><published>2007-07-26T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:11:57.828+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><title type='text'>Panasonic's Colorful Notebooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhsGNJVYxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kxC810UQ3wE/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091438232606171922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhsGNJVYxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kxC810UQ3wE/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqhr09JVYwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5yypT0PD0E0/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091437936253428482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqhr09JVYwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5yypT0PD0E0/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhrM9JVYvI/AAAAAAAAADs/5vpQgVF9woc/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091437249058661106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RqhrM9JVYvI/AAAAAAAAADs/5vpQgVF9woc/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Rqhp79JVYuI/AAAAAAAAADk/1ISe3-lgc-M/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091435857489257186" style="DISPLAY: block; 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  He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...God won't ask the square footage of your house,&lt;br /&gt;        He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet,&lt;br /&gt;   He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4...God won't ask what your highest salary was,&lt;br /&gt;   He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5...God won't ask what your job title was,&lt;br /&gt;   He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6...God won't ask how many friends you had,&lt;br /&gt;  He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7... God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived,&lt;br /&gt;    He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8...God won't ask about the color of your skin,&lt;br /&gt;   He'll ask about the content of your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9... God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation,&lt;br /&gt;   He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-3361166459443574991?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/3361166459443574991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=3361166459443574991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/3361166459443574991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/3361166459443574991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-god-wont-ask.html' title='Things God won&apos;t ask......'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-4444796370649251565</id><published>2007-06-26T18:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:20:12.926+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>7 Don'ts after Meal</title><content type='html'>*    Don't smoke- Experiment from experts proves that smoking a cigarette after meal is comparable to smoking 10 cigarettes (chances of   cancer is higher). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't eat fruits immediately - Immediately eating fruits after meals will cause stomach to be bloated with air. Therefore take fruit 1-2 hr after meal or 1hr before meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't drink tea - Because tea leaves contain a high content of acid. This substance will cause the Protein content in the food we consume to be hardened thus difficult to digest.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't loosen your belt - Loosening the belt after a meal will easily cause the intestine to be twisted &amp; blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't bathe - Bathing will cause the increase of blood flow to the hands, legs &amp;amp; body thus the amount of blood around the stomach will therefore decrease.  This will weaken the digestive system in our stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't walk about - People always say that after a meal walk a hundred steps and you will live till 99. In actual fact this is not true. Walking will cause the digestive system to be unable to absorb the nutrition from the food we intake.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't sleep immediately - The food we intake will not be able to digest properly. Thus will lead to gastric &amp;amp; infection in our intestine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-4444796370649251565?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4444796370649251565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4444796370649251565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-smoke-experiment-from-experts.html' title='7 Don&apos;ts after Meal'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-2927415258551372506</id><published>2007-06-26T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:02:25.547+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile a bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEHPbicuXI/AAAAAAAAADE/RR_Me0kPSf8/s1600-h/ShowLetter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEHPbicuXI/AAAAAAAAADE/RR_Me0kPSf8/s320/ShowLetter3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080349816322308466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEHPricuYI/AAAAAAAAADM/piTbW6jF3jI/s1600-h/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEHPricuYI/AAAAAAAAADM/piTbW6jF3jI/s320/ShowLetter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080349820617275778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEG_bicuWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QdiqCjOvueA/s1600-h/ShowLetter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEG_bicuWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QdiqCjOvueA/s320/ShowLetter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080349541444401506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEGzbicuVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IsdhKpg3P-k/s1600-h/ShowLetter6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEGzbicuVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IsdhKpg3P-k/s320/ShowLetter6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080349335285971282" 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/1395853499866871953-2927415258551372506?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2927415258551372506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2927415258551372506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/smile-bit.html' title='Smile a bit'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RoEHPbicuXI/AAAAAAAAADE/RR_Me0kPSf8/s72-c/ShowLetter3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-4241562948839053586</id><published>2007-06-26T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:53:34.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funniest one line Jokes.</title><content type='html'>Judge: Why did you hit your husband with a chair?"&lt;br /&gt;Wife: "I couldn't lift the table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did one ghost say to another?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a fine watch dog.&lt;br /&gt;At any suspicious noise he wakes the dog and the dog begins to bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Room Service? Can you send up a towel?"&lt;br /&gt;"Please wait someone else is using it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told the doctor about my loss of memory, he made me pay in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you get those big eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;"They came with the face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went alone on our honeymoon. My wife had already seen Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the psychiatrist really helped me a lot. I would never answer the phone, because I was afraid. Now I answer it whether it rings or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight. Then I took a second look !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, guide, here are some lion tracks."&lt;br /&gt;"Good. You see where they go and I'll find out where they came from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think I"ll lose my looks as I get older?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes if you're lucky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A modern artist is one who throws paint on canvas, wipes it off with a cloth and sells the cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has there been any insanity in your family?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, doctor. My husband thinks he's the boss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of becoming a doctor. I have the handwriting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife doesn't know what she wants."&lt;br /&gt;"You're lucky. My wife does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a quiet home life. I don't speak to her and she doesn't speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do use for washing dishes?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I tried many things but found my husband best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you give your husband a divorce?"&lt;br /&gt;"What, I have lived with him for ten years and now I should make him happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young man, do you think you can handle a variety of work?"&lt;br /&gt;"I ought to be able to. I've had 12 different jobs in four months."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-4241562948839053586?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4241562948839053586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4241562948839053586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/funniest-one-line-jokes.html' title='Funniest one line Jokes.'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-3931337447072972046</id><published>2007-06-26T17:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:48:30.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>30Lines to make u Smile :-)</title><content type='html'>1.. My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.. I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.. I Work Hard Because Millions On Welfare Depend on Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.. I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.. Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.. I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy,&lt;br /&gt;why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.. God must love stupid people; He made so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.. Being "over the hill" is much better than being under it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.. Procrastinate Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24..They call it PMS because MadCow Disease was already taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25..He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26..A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27..Ham and eggs. A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.. The trouble with life is there's no background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.. The original point and click interface was a Smith and Wesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.. I smile! because ! 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Your loyalty can never be doubted. You are&lt;br /&gt;quite hone st and sincere when it comes to your attitude towards working.&lt;br /&gt;You are a very simple person, indeed. Absolutely hassle free, humble and&lt;br /&gt;down-to-earth!! That explains the Reason. Why your friends cling on to you!&lt;br /&gt;You have a good taste for clothes. If your wardrobe is not updated with&lt;br /&gt;what is trendy, you sure are depressed. Popular and easy-going. You have a&lt;br /&gt;little group of dignified friends, all of them being quality-personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Mouse :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always up to some sort of a mischief! The mischievous gleam in your eyes is&lt;br /&gt;what makes you so cute and attractive to everyone. You are an extremely&lt;br /&gt;fun-to-be-with kind of person. No wonder, people seek for your company and&lt;br /&gt;look forward to include you for all get-togethers. However, you are&lt;br /&gt;sensitive, which is a drawback. People need to select their words while&lt;br /&gt;talking to you. If someone tries to fiddle around and play with words while&lt;br /&gt;dealing with you, it is enough to invite your wrath. God bless the person&lt;br /&gt;then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Lion :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite contradictory to your name, you are a peace loving person. You best&lt;br /&gt;try to avoid a situation wherein you are required to fight. An outdoor&lt;br /&gt;person, you dislike sitting at one place for a long duration. You are a&lt;br /&gt;born leader, and have it in you how to tactfully derive work from people.&lt;br /&gt;You love being loved, and when you receive your share of limelight from&lt;br /&gt;someone, you are all his or hers!!!! Well, Well... Hence some people could&lt;br /&gt;even take an advantage, flatter you to the maximum and get their work done.&lt;br /&gt;So be careful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Cat :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extremely lovable, adorable person, sometimes shy, with a passion for&lt;br /&gt;quick wit. At times, you prefer quietness. You love exploring various&lt;br /&gt;things and going into depth of each thing. Under normal circumstances&lt;br /&gt;you're cool, when given a reason to, you are like a Volcano waiting to&lt;br /&gt;erupt. You're a fashion bird. People look forward to you as an icon&lt;br /&gt;associated with fashion. Basically, you mingle along freely but don't like&lt;br /&gt;talking much to strangers. People&lt;br /&gt;feel very easy in your company. You observe care in choosing your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Turtle :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are near to perfect and nice at heart. The examples of your kindness&lt;br /&gt;are always circulated in groups of people. You, too, love peace. You&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't like to retaliate even to a person who is in the wrong. You are&lt;br /&gt;loved due to this. You do not wish to talk behind one's back. People love&lt;br /&gt;the way you always treat them. You can give, give and give love, and the&lt;br /&gt;best part is that you do not expect it back in return. You are generous&lt;br /&gt;enough. Seeing things in a practical light is what remains the best trait&lt;br /&gt;of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Dove :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You symbolize a very happy-go-lucky approach in life. Whatever the&lt;br /&gt;surroundings may be, grim or cheerful, you remaining unaffected. In fact,&lt;br /&gt;you spread cheer wherever you go. You are the leader of your group of&lt;br /&gt;friends and good at consoling people in their times of need. You dislike&lt;br /&gt;hypocrisy and tend to shirk away from hypocrites. They can never be in your&lt;br /&gt;good books, no matter what. You are very methodical and organized in your&lt;br /&gt;work. No amount of mess, hence, can ever encompass you. Beware, it is easy&lt;br /&gt;for you to fall in love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Panther :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mysterious. You are someone who can handle pressure with ease, and&lt;br /&gt;can handle any atmosphere without going berserk. You can be mean at times,&lt;br /&gt;and love to gossip with your selected group. Very prim and proper. You like&lt;br /&gt;all situations and things to be in the way you desire, which sometimes is&lt;br /&gt;not possible. As a result, you may lose out in some relationships. But&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, you love to help people out from difficult and tight spots when&lt;br /&gt;they really need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Monkey :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very impatient and hyper!!! You want things to be done as quickly as&lt;br /&gt;possible. At heart, you are quite simple and love if you are the centre of&lt;br /&gt;attraction. That way, you people are unique. You would like to keep&lt;br /&gt;yourself safe from all the angles. Shall your name be dragged or featured&lt;br /&gt;in any sort of a controversy, you then go all panicky. Therefore, you take&lt;br /&gt;your precautions from the very beginning. When you foresee anything wrong,&lt;br /&gt;your sixth sense is what saves you from falling in traps. Quite a money&lt;br /&gt;minded bunch you people are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8505590844266195452?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8505590844266195452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8505590844266195452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-u-are.html' title='Who u are?............'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8500141719743747668</id><published>2007-06-26T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:30:20.154+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shayari........................</title><content type='html'>1) Mere Wajod Mein Kash Tu utar Jaye, Main Dekhoon Aayina Aur Tu Nazar Aaye, Tu Ho Samne Aur Waqt Thehar Jaye,Ye Zindagi Tujhe Yuhin Dekhte Huye Guzar Jaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sachi hai Dosti aajmake dekh lo,Karke yakin mujh pe mere paas aake dekh lo.&lt;br /&gt;Badalta nahi kabhi Sona apna rang,Chahe jitni baar marji aag mein jalaake dekh lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Apne DIL ki baat hum unse keh nahi sakte.. Eh khuda aisi takdeer bana de ke woh humse khud aa kar kahe ke wo hamare bin reh nahi sakte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) hum to pehle se hi aapke hai sanam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya zarurat hai hume aazmane ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad na karo to koi gam nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;par khawahish na karna kabhi bhool jaane ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Roshan hui dunia jab se unse apni pahchan hui !&lt;br /&gt;koi dil-e-gum nahi, ab jo pyar ka jhoka hai !!&lt;br /&gt;Mil jaye to jeevansathi hai na mile to dhokha hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Har kamyabi pe apka nam hoga,&lt;br /&gt;apke har kadam pe duniya ka salam hoga,&lt;br /&gt;mushkilo ka samna himmat se karna,&lt;br /&gt;dua hai ek din waqt bhi apka gulam hoga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) En duriyon ko meri bewafai na samjna, is khamoshi ko meri narazgi na samjna. Har hal me denge sath tera,meri is DOSTI ko tu kamjor na samjna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Doston ka to aana jana hai,Par yeh dost tera purana hai,Iss Dost ko bhula na dena kabhi mere yaar,Kyun ki yeh dost teri dosti ka deewana hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Aaj kuch kami hai tere bagair,&lt;br /&gt;na rang hai na roshni hai tere bagair,&lt;br /&gt;waqt apni raftar se chal raha hai bus dharkan thami hai tere bagair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Kissi mod pe akela na chodna,armaano se bhare dil ko yun na todna, duniya begani ban jaye to kya hua tamana yahi hai ki aap hamara sath kabhi mat chodna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8500141719743747668?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8500141719743747668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8500141719743747668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/shayari.html' title='Shayari........................'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8715036171101505879</id><published>2007-06-26T16:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:25:46.369+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Gift (Story)</title><content type='html'>There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always&lt;br /&gt;there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she&lt;br /&gt;can see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will&lt;br /&gt;you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind&lt;br /&gt;too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter&lt;br /&gt;to her saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just take care of my eyes dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how human mental thoughts changes when their status changed.&lt;br /&gt;Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been&lt;br /&gt;there even in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is A Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before we think of saying an unkind word&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we complain about the taste of our food&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we complain about our husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before we complain about life&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we complain about our children&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we argue about our dirty house, someone didn't clean or&lt;br /&gt;sweep&lt;br /&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance we drive&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we are tired and complain about our job&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished&lt;br /&gt;they had our job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we think of pointing the finger or condemning&lt;br /&gt;another&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer&lt;br /&gt;to one maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get us down&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on our face and thank God we're alive and still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift&lt;br /&gt;Live it&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;EMBRACE IT&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let The LORD &amp;amp; The LIGHT OF THE WORLD Bless You...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8715036171101505879?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8715036171101505879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8715036171101505879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-inventions-of-all-time.html' title='Life is a Gift (Story)'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8193429523414852568</id><published>2007-06-23T18:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:11:14.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*    Don't smoke- Experiment from experts proves that smoking a cigarette after meal is comparable to smoking 10 cigarettes (chances of   cancer is higher). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't eat fruits immediately - Immediately eating fruits after meals will cause stomach to be bloated with air. Therefore take fruit 1-2 hr after meal or 1hr before meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't drink tea - Because tea leaves contain a high content of acid. This substance will cause the Protein content in the food we consume to be hardened thus difficult to digest.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't loosen your belt - Loosening the belt after a meal will easily cause the intestine to be twisted &amp; blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't bathe - Bathing will cause the increase of blood flow to the hands, legs &amp;amp; body thus the amount of blood around the stomach will therefore decrease.  This will weaken the digestive system in our stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't walk about - People always say that after a meal walk a hundred steps and you will live till 99. In actual fact this is not true. Walking will cause the digestive system to be unable to absorb the nutrition from the food we intake.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't sleep immediately - The food we intake will not be able to digest properly. Thus will lead to gastric &amp;amp; infection in our intestine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8193429523414852568?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8193429523414852568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8193429523414852568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-smoke-experiment-from-experts_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-6342952952376509666</id><published>2007-06-09T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:00:42.238+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Article on Media Lab Asia</title><content type='html'>Article on MLA (Media Lab Asia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media Lab Asia was promoted by Department of Information technology, MCIT, Govt. of India as a not for profit company in 2001. The objective of the company was set to bring the benefits of ICT to the common man. It started with the functional activity areas such as World Computer (Affordable, ubiquitous computing &amp; access devices), Bits for All (Low Cost, High bandwidth connectivity) and Tomorrow's Tool (Rurally relevant applications). However it was later changed to application areas such as ICT for- Healthcare , Education , livelihood , Empowerment of Disabled , and Wireless Connectivity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then the company has taken up 75 development projects and some of the projects are now being rolled out at the national level. The company has a unique way of growth by working with an expanding network of research laboratories for undertaking development work. It started with creating a hub at some of the IITs and the list of such project partners has grown to more than 40. The partners are a combination of academic and R&amp;amp;D institutions, industry, NGOs and Govt. Agencies. The projects can be sponsored by Corporate Bodies, Govt. (Central/State) and Local Municipal Bodies/Panchayats etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After development the technology is taken from lab to land for pilot testing/ large scale deployment through a unique scheme of provider/user membership under PPP model. MLAsia is poised for developing relevant &amp;amp; sustainable technologies and culturally appropriate solutions touching daily lives of common people in years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-6342952952376509666?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6342952952376509666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=6342952952376509666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6342952952376509666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6342952952376509666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/article-on-media-lab-asia.html' title='Article on Media Lab Asia'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-7272904628842638942</id><published>2007-06-09T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:38:10.624+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Photography: Way to Recall</title><content type='html'>There are some moments in life that we always want to recall or remember. For that, the most convenient and suitable medium is “Photographs”. By having a look on our childhood photographs we often get so happy and touched that once again, we have that innocent feeling in our heart. Photographs remind us of those wonderful moments that we use cherish with our friends, parents or relatives. They remind us of the beauty of the place that we have ever visited and loved that trip.It’s very common to have a love for photography and it can be in any age. I always had a passion for photography. I always try to capture the best moments in my life in my camera. The most beautiful thing I always want to capture in my camera is nature. It has always been the most loving thing to me. Nature helps us to calm down our mind and emotions. And sometimes there are so beautiful landscapes that you just cannot resist taking the photographs and capture that beauty in your camera forever to enjoy it throughout your life. When I was a little girl I took the 1st wedding photos for a close friend of the &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.higharticles.com/photography/waytorecall.html#" target="_top"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; and that when this big passion became bigger, I was so young but still able to take such great photos.I currently photograph everything that I can. I can be pretty creative when I want. I have amazing photos of some hilly areas and some sky sceneries that look awesome. I capture them when the sky gives such beautiful colours combinations that a &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.higharticles.com/photography/waytorecall.html#" target="_top"&gt;painter&lt;/a&gt; cannot even imagine. Really, it is true that no one can copy what god has made. May it be nature or any creativity in the sky.I have been taking photographs for various events like: 1) Birthday parties2) College Events 3) &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink2" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" href="http://www.higharticles.com/photography/waytorecall.html#" target="_top"&gt;Weddings&lt;/a&gt;But frankly saying, nature has always been my first love for photography. Also I love taking photographs of beautiful creatures on earth. May it be animals, birds or pets. Learn to capture every moment. If you miss it, than you missed it as it will never be repeated.One day I hope to become a professional. It's all about having that special "eye" for the photo and making sure that it's perfect. Cause we have only, this one medium of recalling our life and some great moments that we always want to remember. So why not make them perfect one and keep them with us forever.Keep taking those photos and keep the memories going !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article sent by Kunika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-7272904628842638942?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/7272904628842638942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=7272904628842638942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7272904628842638942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7272904628842638942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/photography-way-to-recall.html' title='Photography: Way to Recall'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-5613378993700494609</id><published>2007-06-03T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:53:50.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love, Health &amp; Wealth</title><content type='html'>A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not recognize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. "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. "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"  " We do not go into a House together," they replied.   "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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 n ice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?"  Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"  "Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife. "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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 2 also got up and followed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success !!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-5613378993700494609?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5613378993700494609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5613378993700494609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-health-wealth.html' title='Love, Health &amp; Wealth'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8148617527596508986</id><published>2007-05-08T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:16:54.436+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Humourous Story</title><content type='html'>A married couple was in a terrible accident where the man's face wasseverely burned. The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from his body because he was too skinny. So the wife offered to donatesome of her own skin. However, the only skin on her body that the doctorfelt was suitable would have to come from her buttocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where theskin came from, and they requested that the doctor also honour their secret After all, this was a very delicate matter. After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the man's new face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked more handsome than he ever had before! All his friends andrelatives just went on and on about his youthful beauty!One day, he was alone with his wife, and he was overcome with emotion ather sacrifice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I possibly repay you?""My darling," she replied, "I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8148617527596508986?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8148617527596508986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=8148617527596508986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8148617527596508986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8148617527596508986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/05/humourous-story.html' title='Humourous Story'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-5494964062062599662</id><published>2007-05-08T10:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:37:22.879+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Shortcuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keyboard Shorcuts (Microsoft Windows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CTRL+C (Copy)&lt;br /&gt;2. CTRL+X (Cut)&lt;br /&gt;3. CTRL+V (Paste)&lt;br /&gt;4. CTRL+Z (Undo)&lt;br /&gt;5. DELETE (Delete)&lt;br /&gt;6. SHIFT+DELETE (Delete the selected item permanently without placing the item in the &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-37.html" target="_top"&gt;Recycle Bin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;7. CTRL while dragging an item (Copy the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;8. CTRL+SHIFT while dragging an item (Create a shortcut to the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;9. F2 key (Rename the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;10. CTRL+RIGHT ARROW (Move the insertion point to the beginning of the next word)&lt;br /&gt;11. CTRL+LEFT ARROW (Move the insertion point to the beginning of the previous word)&lt;br /&gt;12. CTRL+DOWN ARROW (Move the insertion point to the beginning of the next paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;13. CTRL+UP ARROW (Move the insertion point to the beginning of the previous paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;14. CTRL+SHIFT with any of the arrow keys (Highlight a block of text) SHIFT with any of the&lt;br /&gt;arrow keys (Select more than one item in a window or on the desktop, or select text in a&lt;br /&gt;document)&lt;br /&gt;15. CTRL+A (Select all)&lt;br /&gt;16. F3 key (Search for a file or a folder)&lt;br /&gt;17. ALT+ENTER (View the properties for the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;18. ALT+F4 (Close the active item, or quit the active program)&lt;br /&gt;19. ALT+ENTER (Display the properties of the selected object)&lt;br /&gt;20. ALT+SPACEBAR (Open the shortcut menu for the active window)&lt;br /&gt;21. CTRL+F4 (Close the active document in programs that enable you to have multiple&lt;br /&gt;documents open simultaneously)&lt;br /&gt;22. ALT+TAB (Switch between the open items)&lt;br /&gt;23. ALT+ESC (Cycle through items in the order that they had been opened)&lt;br /&gt;24. F6 key (Cycle through the screen elements in a window or on the desktop)&lt;br /&gt;25. F4 key (Display the &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-37.html" target="_top"&gt;Address bar&lt;/a&gt; list in My Computer or Windows Explorer)&lt;br /&gt;26. SHIFT+F10 (Display the shortcut menu for the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;27. ALT+SPACEBAR (Display the System menu for the active window)&lt;br /&gt;28. CTRL+ESC (Display the Start menu)&lt;br /&gt;29. ALT+Underlined letter in a menu name (Display the corresponding menu) Underlined&lt;br /&gt;letter in a command name on an open menu (Perform the corresponding command)&lt;br /&gt;30. F10 key (Activate the &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-37.html" target="_top"&gt;menu bar&lt;/a&gt; in the active program)&lt;br /&gt;31. RIGHT ARROW (Open the next menu to the right, or open a submenu)&lt;br /&gt;32. LEFT ARROW (Open the next menu to the left, or close a submenu)&lt;br /&gt;33. F5 key (Update the active window)&lt;br /&gt;34. BACKSPACE (View the folder one level up in My &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-37.html" target="_top"&gt;Computer&lt;/a&gt; or Windows Explorer)&lt;br /&gt;35. ESC (Cancel the current task)&lt;br /&gt;36. SHIFT when you insert a CD-ROM into the CD-ROM drive (Prevent the CD-ROM from&lt;br /&gt;automatically playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dialog Box Keyboard Shortcuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CTRL+TAB (Move forward through the tabs)&lt;br /&gt;2. CTRL+SHIFT+TAB (Move backward through the tabs)&lt;br /&gt;3. TAB (Move forward through the options)&lt;br /&gt;4. SHIFT+TAB (Move backward through the options)&lt;br /&gt;5. ALT+Underlined letter (Perform the corresponding command or select the&lt;br /&gt;corresponding option)&lt;br /&gt;6. ENTER (Perform the command for the active option or button)&lt;br /&gt;7. SPACEBAR (Select or clear the check box if the active option is a check box)&lt;br /&gt;8. Arrow keys (Select a button if the active option is a group of option buttons)&lt;br /&gt;9. F1 key (Display Help)&lt;br /&gt;10. F4 key (Display the items in the active list)&lt;br /&gt;11. BACKSPACE (Open a folder one level up if a folder is selected in the Save As or Open &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-37.html" target="_top"&gt;dialog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microsoft Natural Keyboard Shortcuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Windows Logo (Display or hide the Start menu)&lt;br /&gt;2. Windows Logo+BREAK (Display the System Properties dialog box)&lt;br /&gt;3. Windows Logo+D (Display the desktop)&lt;br /&gt;4. Windows Logo+M (Minimize all of the windows)&lt;br /&gt;5. Windows Logo+SHIFT+M (Restore the minimized windows)&lt;br /&gt;6. Windows Logo+E (Open My Computer)&lt;br /&gt;7. Windows Logo+F (Search for a file or a folder)&lt;br /&gt;8. CTRL+Windows Logo+F (Search for computers)&lt;br /&gt;9. Windows Logo+F1 (Display Windows Help)&lt;br /&gt;10. Windows Logo+ L (Lock the keyboard)&lt;br /&gt;11. Windows Logo+R (Open the Run dialog box)&lt;br /&gt;12. Windows Logo+U (Open Utility Manager)&lt;br /&gt;13. Accessibility Keyboard Shortcuts&lt;br /&gt;14. Right SHIFT for eight seconds (Switch FilterKeys either on or off)&lt;br /&gt;15. Left ALT+left SHIFT+&lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-37.html" target="_top"&gt;PRINT SCREEN&lt;/a&gt; (Switch High Contrast either on or off)&lt;br /&gt;16. Left ALT+left SHIFT+NUM LOCK (Switch the MouseKeys either on or off)&lt;br /&gt;17. SHIFT five times (Switch the StickyKeys either on or off)&lt;br /&gt;18. NUM LOCK for five seconds (Switch the ToggleKeys either on or off)&lt;br /&gt;19. Windows Logo +U (Open Utility Manager)&lt;br /&gt;20. Windows Explorer Keyboard Shortcuts&lt;br /&gt;21. END (Display the bottom of the active window)&lt;br /&gt;22. HOME (Display the top of the active window)&lt;br /&gt;23. NUM LOCK+Asterisk sign (*) (Display all of the subfolders that are under the selected&lt;br /&gt;folder)&lt;br /&gt;24. NUM LOCK+Plus sign (+) (Display the contents of the selected folder)&lt;br /&gt;25. NUM LOCK+Minus sign (-) (Collapse the selected folder)&lt;br /&gt;26. LEFT ARROW (Collapse the current selection if it is expanded, or select the parent folder)&lt;br /&gt;27. RIGHT ARROW (Display the current selection if it is collapsed, or select the first&lt;br /&gt;subfolder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shortcut Keys for Character Map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you double-click a character on the grid of characters, you can move through the grid by using the keyboard shortcuts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RIGHT ARROW (Move to the right or to the beginning of the next line)&lt;br /&gt;2. LEFT ARROW (Move to the left or to the end of the previous line)&lt;br /&gt;3. UP ARROW (Move up one row)&lt;br /&gt;4. DOWN ARROW (Move down one row)&lt;br /&gt;5. PAGE UP (Move up one screen at a time)&lt;br /&gt;6. PAGE DOWN (Move down one screen at a time)&lt;br /&gt;7. HOME (Move to the beginning of the line)&lt;br /&gt;8. END (Move to the end of the line)&lt;br /&gt;9. CTRL+HOME (Move to the first character)&lt;br /&gt;10. CTRL+END (Move to the last character)&lt;br /&gt;11. SPACEBAR (Switch between Enlarged and Normal mode when a character is selected)&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Management Console (MMC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Window Keyboard Shortcuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CTRL+O (Open a saved console)&lt;br /&gt;2. CTRL+N (Open a new console)&lt;br /&gt;3. CTRL+S (Save the open console)&lt;br /&gt;4. CTRL+M (Add or remove a console item)&lt;br /&gt;5. CTRL+W (Open a new window)&lt;br /&gt;6. F5 key (Update the content of all console windows)&lt;br /&gt;7. ALT+SPACEBAR (Display the MMC window menu)&lt;br /&gt;8. ALT+F4 (Close the console)&lt;br /&gt;9. ALT+A (Display the Action menu)&lt;br /&gt;10. ALT+V (Display the View menu)&lt;br /&gt;11. ALT+F (Display the File menu)&lt;br /&gt;12. ALT+O (Display the Favorites menu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MMC Console Window Keyboard Shortcuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CTRL+P (Print the current page or active pane)&lt;br /&gt;2. ALT+Minus sign (-) (Display the window menu for the active console window)&lt;br /&gt;3. SHIFT+F10 (Display the Action shortcut menu for the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;4. F1 key (Open the Help topic, if any, for the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;5. F5 key (Update the content of all console windows)&lt;br /&gt;6. CTRL+F10 (Maximize the active console window)&lt;br /&gt;7. CTRL+F5 (Restore the active console window)&lt;br /&gt;8. ALT+ENTER (Display the Properties dialog box, if any, for the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;9. F2 key (Rename the selected item)&lt;br /&gt;10. CTRL+F4 (Close the active console window. When a console has only one console window,&lt;br /&gt;this shortcut closes the console)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remote Desktop Connection Navigation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CTRL+ALT+END (Open the Microsoft Windows NT Security dialog box)&lt;br /&gt;2. ALT+PAGE UP (Switch between programs from left to right)&lt;br /&gt;3. ALT+PAGE DOWN (Switch between programs from right to left)&lt;br /&gt;4. ALT+INSERT (Cycle through the programs in most recently used order)&lt;br /&gt;5. ALT+HOME (Display the Start menu)&lt;br /&gt;6. CTRL+ALT+BREAK (Switch the client computer between a window and a full screen)&lt;br /&gt;7. ALT+DELETE (Display the Windows menu)&lt;br /&gt;8. CTRL+ALT+Minus sign (-) (Place a snapshot of the active window in the client on the&lt;br /&gt;Terminal server clipboard and provide the same functionality as pressing PRINT SCREEN&lt;br /&gt;on a local computer.)&lt;br /&gt;9. CTRL+ALT+Plus sign (+) (Place a snapshot of the entire client window area on the&lt;br /&gt;Terminal server clipboard and provide the same functionality as pressing ALT+PRINT&lt;br /&gt;SCREEN on a local computer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microsoft Internet Explorer Navigation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CTRL+B (Open the Organize Favorites dialog box)&lt;br /&gt;2. CTRL+E (Open the Search bar)&lt;br /&gt;3. CTRL+F (Start the Find utility)&lt;br /&gt;4. CTRL+H (Open the History bar)&lt;br /&gt;5. CTRL+I (Open the Favorites bar)&lt;br /&gt;6. CTRL+L (Open the Open dialog box)&lt;br /&gt;7. CTRL+N (Start another instance of the browser with the same Web address)&lt;br /&gt;8. CTRL+O (Open the Open dialog box, the same as CTRL+L)&lt;br /&gt;9. CTRL+P (Open the Print dialog box)&lt;br /&gt;10. CTRL+R (Update the current Web page)&lt;br /&gt;11. CTRL+W (Close the current window)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-5494964062062599662?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/5494964062062599662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=5494964062062599662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5494964062062599662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5494964062062599662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/05/shortcuts.html' title='Shortcuts'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1713330017805789000</id><published>2007-05-08T10:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:28:34.428+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Can you answer these questions?</title><content type='html'>If you have the answers to any of these questions, then please post it as a comment along with the Question Number below:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What goes up and down the stairs without moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What can you catch but not throw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's black and white and red all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What goes around the world but stays in a corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Throw it off the highest building, and I'll not break. But put me in the ocean, and I will. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A certain crime is punishable if attempted but not punishable if committed. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn't find it. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I am weightless, but you can see me. Put me in a bucket, and I'll make it lighter. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I never was, am always to be, No one ever saw me, nor ever will, And yet I am the confidence of all To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for much more than a minute. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I'm double, I'm single, I'm black, blue, and gray, I'm read from both ends, And the same either way. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1713330017805789000?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1713330017805789000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1713330017805789000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1713330017805789000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1713330017805789000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-you-answer-these-questions.html' title='Can you answer these questions?'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-2984410150949247785</id><published>2007-05-03T10:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-03T10:49:52.187+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Business World</title><content type='html'>1. The person who launched airline in 1932 which has become international carrier now was Jahangir Ratanji Dadabhoy Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The corporate bigwig who worked at shop floor level and became chairman and CEO of group companies and whose pet passion is production of a small car, is Ratan Naval Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The person who worked with Shell Oil Refinery in the US at teen age and started his own commodity trading and export company in Mumbai which became a flagship company and was awarded Dean’s Medal for his outstanding leadership, was Dhirajlal Hirachand Ambani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The person whose brand name has been almost synonymous with chocolates and the product is John Cadbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “I have three priorities: God, family and (fill in blank) McDonald’s, and at work these get reversed” said Ray Kroc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Laxmi Narayan Mittal who is the world’s richest Indian is in the business of Steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Indian politician who as the chairman of a certain state’s Industrial Development Corporation signed record number of Memorandums of Understandings and is called by his nickname as “M.O.U-DA” is Somnath Chatterjee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The person who once said that he belonged to zero club and sent his two sons abroad to study business management, was Dhirubhai Ambani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The person who gave the world a product called scooter, was Enrico Piaggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The American industrialist who was praised by Hitler in his autobiography, was Henry Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The woman who is named as America’s smartest businesswoman by the Forbes magazine in 1992, is Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The lawyer who started to manufacturing surgical instruments during the British period but had to close his venture and who has become the world largest producer of denim, is Arvind Lalbhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Lala Juggilal Singhania and Lala Kamlpat Singhania started a group company called J.K. Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. R. Lynn, Larry Hillblorn and A. Dalsey founded DHL company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The inventor friend who employed Henry Ford in his company, was Thomas Alva Edison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Industrialist, Mukesh Agarwal who married Rekha and committed suicide was the owner of consumer durable, Hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The founder of Premier Automobiles Ltd. Was Walchand Hirachand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The person who was inspired and founded the world’s most leading and diversified health care company, was Robert Wood Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The person who made his clothes as ready-to-ear collections, is Pierre Cardin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Jack Welch, CEO of General Electric is known lovingly as “Neutron Welch”, because A neutron bomb kills all living beings but leaves all buildings intact. Similarly, Welch turned around GE by downsizing and laying off thousands of employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The Indian brand which was founded by Dr. S.K. Burman is Dabur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The person who was among the two most powerful leaders in the world and acts in Pizza Hut commercials, is Mikhail Gorbachev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The Indian who is heading the one of the largest and most revered publishing houses in the world, is Sonny Mehta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The who after serving as IAS moved to BHEL as a director and retired as a managing director from a Indo-Japanese joint venture in 1997, is Rabindra Chandra Bhargava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The person who served his company for 53 long years and was a longest serving chairman of any company in India was Rusi Mody and his company’s name is Tisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The woman whose name is synonymous with herbal beauty care and who was honoured by the US based Success magazine as “The world’s Greatest Woman Entrepreneur”, is Shahnaz Hussain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The non-sportsman client of the management company IMG in India is Harsha Bhogle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The person who became the group chairman after the death of his father, Aditya Vikaram Birla, is Kumarmangalam Birla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The business man who produced jeeps in collaboration with Kesar Jeep Corporation and took the tractor division of his company to a prime position in the country and has collaborations with Ford and Mitsubishi to manufacture cars and mini vans, is Keshub Mahindra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A Harvard Business School graduate who was one of the founders of the Bombay Club and supported the concept of Swadeshi outlined by BJP, is Rahul Bajaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The person who was the single largest shareholder of Tata Sons Ltd and was a chairman of the cement major ACC, is Pallonji S. Mistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The business person under whose leadership, Wipro grew from a tiny Rs.7 crore company to a Rs.1830 crores corporation, operating in services, technology, consumer products and information technology, is Azim H. Premji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The Japanese legend who built his motorcycle and car empire from the ruins of World War II which he used to call “Truman’s Gifts”, is Soichiro Honda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. The Holywood man who boasted that “He had had more stars than there were in heaven” is Louis B. Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The American legend whose words, “Enthusiasm is at the bottom of all progress. With it, there is accomplishment. Without it, there are only alibis” are featured in the advertisements of his company, is Henry Ford and his company, Ford Motor Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The person who remarked about General Motors when he was a senior executive that “The first thing people do at GM when they see a snake is hire a consultant on snakes. Then they get a committee on snakes, and then they discuss it for a couple of years”, and also observed that “You get to the top of GM not by doing something, but by not making a mistake and changing GM is like teaching an elephant to tap dance”, is H. Ross Perot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The business legendary who dubbed as “Self Reliance” and who combined shrewdness with American style entrepreneurship and Japanese penchant for technology and was nominated in the Asiaweek Business Hall of Week, was Dhirubhai Ambani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. The person who was a grandson of G.D. Birla and his group companies named after his death, was Aditya Vikram Birla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. The person who was the chairman and managing director of Procter &amp; Gamble and was a well-known write and play-wright, was Gurcharn Das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. The person who is the Chairman of National Dairy Development Board and is behind India’s “Operation Flood”, is V. Kurein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. The Secretary of State who was prepared to eat every ounce of steel that Tata could produce when he was approached by Sir Jamseji Tata in London, was Lord Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. During the British Raj, an eminent industrialist and Indian Nobel laureate’s father was Rabindra Nath Tagore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. The Hinduja Group was founded by Paramanand Deepchand Hinduja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. The IIT-trained man who was first Asian to become CEO of the consulting giant, McKinsey &amp; Co., is Rajat Gupta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. The BITS Pilani alumnus who founded Hotmail and sold it to Microsoft company is, Sabeer Bhatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. The audio inventor who founded Bose Corporation in USA for the supply of the most advanced audio equipment to the leading institutions in the world, is Amar Gopal Bose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. The person who started a software company along with his six friends with a sum of Rs.10,000 and called their company as India’s first software company “of the professionals, for the professionals, ;and by the professionals”, is N.R. Narayana Murthy and his company, Infosys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. The heir-apparent to his family-owned company that makes and sells cars and who is major in film-making, not in management, is Anand Mahindra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Dilip Chabria is involved in the field of Design and restyling of automobiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. The woman who started her industry with a borrowed sum of Rs.35000 and has become an undisputed queen of the herbal beauty concept throughout the world, is Shahnaz Hussain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Simone who married to Naval Tata and was awarded Udyog Ratan Award in 1988 for her contribution to Indian industry, was the head of the Tata Group Company, Lakme Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. The Industralist who set up Mecca of Indian management education, the Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad, was Kasturibhai Lalbhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. The industrialist who was not allowed by the then British government to satisfy huge demands for his pr9oducts and declared that “he was ready to go to jail for excess production just as both his parents had for the freedom struggle”, is Rahul Bajaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. The industrialist who set up industries in Egypt, Thailand, Malayasia and Indonesia was Aditya Vikram Birla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. The legendary business clan of Birla was founded by Baldev Das Birla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. The industrialist who was known as “College King” for the establishment of several colleges and educational and research institutes in Delhi, was Lala Sriram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. The entrepreneur who quit the pharma company, IDPL and started his own venture of pharmaceuticals, involved in controversy because of violation of product patent in the US and decided to globalise his venture, is Dr. Anji K. Reddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Matching of names of the industrialists and institutions they founded:Name Institute1. Jamsetji Tata III. Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore. 2. Lala Sriram IV. Shri Ram College of Commerce, Delhi3. Braj Mohan Birla II. BIT, Meshra (Ranchi)4. ARAM Annamalai I. Annamalai University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. The four brothers, Jugal Kishore, Rameswar Das, Ghanshyam Das and Brij Mohan belonged to Birla clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. The first Indian who was elected as the head of International Chambers of Commerce, was Bharat Ram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. The industrialist who actively participated in India’s freedom struggle was Jamnalal Bajaj.62. The person who founded Bengal Chemicals during the British Raj and is considered to the pioneer of Indian pharmaceutical industry, is Sir P.C. Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. The most popular person in IT world is Sumit Kalia who born in 1981 in punjab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. The legendary Indian engineer who inspired the Tatas, Birlas and Walchand Hirachand to venture into car production which resulted in setting up of Hindustan Motors and Premier Automobiles, was Sir M. Visveswaraiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. The person who actively participated in Dandi March and Quit India Movement and fathered and nurtured companies like, Bajaj Auto Ltd., Mukand Ltd. And Bajaj Electricals Ltd. Was/is Kamalnayan Bajaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. A Maharashtrian, who was the first in the country to produce modern equipment for farmers and his company is well-known for diesel engines, farm equipment, electric motors, transformers, generators and oil engines, was Laxman Rao Kashirao Kirloskar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. The legend who launched Scindia Steamship Navigation Cjo. In 1919 was Walchand Hirachand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. The Indian who was chairman of London Metal Exchange and who has been awarded a peerage by the British government was Lord Raj Kumar Bagri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hamanka who controlled five per cent of the world market for copper and whose manipulations on the London Metal Exchange caused a huge crash, belonged to Sumitomo company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Kim Woo Chong who desired to share his personal experience with younger Koreans as is described in his autography in English version “Every Street is Paved With Gold, was the chairman of Daewoo company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. The name of the book, in which it is described in the beginning that “Business is going to change more in the next ten years than it has in the last fifty and ended with I strongly believe that if companies empower their employees to solve problems and give them potent tools to do this with, they will always be amazed at how much creativity and initiative will blossom forth”, is Business @ The Speed of Thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Andy Grove in his book “Only the Paranoid Survive” calls companies as SIPs or strategic inflection points – times when they ‘have’ to change, reorganize and restructure themselves before they are forced to do so by external forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. The charismatic Detroit legend who rose through the ranks of Ford Motor Company and later joined Chrysler Motor Company because of ego clash with Henry Ford II turned it around, was Lee Iacocca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. The greatest business man in American history on whose life a book “Titan” was released was/is, John D. Rockefeller, Sr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. The stalwart whose biography “Dare to Dream” is, M.S. Oberoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. The name of the inventor of the process of vulcanization of rubber and gave his name to a tyre company, is Charles Goodyear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. The person who changed his name from Paul Julius Reuter and founded the news agency, Reuter, is Israel ben Beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. The Indian legend whose autobiography, “Beyond the Last Blue Mountain”, is J.R.D. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. The person who was employed with D.J. Keymers and advertised for Canthardine Hair Oil, was Satyajit Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. The name of the famous American CEO who wrote while speaking on management, “You’ve got to know how to talk to them, plain and simple” was Lee Iacocca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. The name of the Indian millionaire who shattered all records at the University of Michigan by completing his Ph.D in Pharmacy in two years, is Dr. Parvinder Singh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. The person who is synonymous with political and other types of polling in the United States, is George Gallup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. The great industrialist who won a transcontinental plane race organized by the Aga Khan, appointed as Wing Commander of the Indian Air Force and chairman of IATA, was J.R.D. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. The person who flew his microlight aircraft around the world and has been featured as an example of the “Complete Man” in a Raymond’s advertisement, is Vijaypat Singhania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. The name of the industrialist, who melted rusty cannons to get the required iron and whose factory is now one of the largest heavy engineering groups, is S.L. Kirloskar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. The IIT alumnus who started Patni Computer Systems with his associates which has now become one of the largest IIT companies, is N.R. Narayanamurthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. The achievement of Edwin L. Drake in August 1859 was that he drilled the first oil well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. The US ambassador who started his career as the head of an advertising agency in India, is Chester Bowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. The owner of the jewellery import/export firm, Artex based in the US, is Robert Vadhra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. The person who heads the Monarch group of companies, has a record for featuring in the largest number of flop movies, is Mithun Chakraborty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The person who is known in India for his collection of vintage cars and the popular liquors his company brews and his feud with Shaw Wallace, is Vijay Mallya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. The CEO on whose brave act a bestselling novel, “On Wings of Eagles” was published for rescuing two executives of his company as well as 30,000 other prisoners in the process, was Ross Perot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. The Indian industrialist who was a French citizen and served in a French cavalry regiment and later awarded French Legion Honour for his distinguished industrial career, was J.R.D. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. The brilliant inventor who had gained wide respect for his work and shot himself leaving a suicide note which read “My work is done. Why wait”, was George Eastman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. The name of the inventor whose products are used in GM cars, Zenith and Philips TV divisions, NASA space shuttles, the Queen Elizabeth liner and Broadway theatres, etc. was Dr. Amar Gopal Bose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. The chemist who solved his country’s problem and patented his technology of controlled blast of nitroglycerine in 1863, was Alfred Nobel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. One of the co-founders of Sony Corporation, beside Akio Morita is Masaru Ibuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Founder of one of the heavy engineering groups in India and furthered the cause of medicine in a unique way, donated his body for medical research, was S.L. Kirloskar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. The CEO under whose leadership Intel also became synonymous with computer microprocessors, is Dr. Andrew S. Grove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. The magazine which was born out of the idea of DeWott Wallace that went on to pioneer the direct mail marketing of books, magazines, recorded music collections, home videos, and other products, is named as Reader’s Digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. The Indian woman who holds the distinction of being first woman to graduate from Harvard University, is Naina Lal Kidwai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. The person who worked with GE Plastics and rose to become company’s youngest GM and later CEO, is John F Welch, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. The company established by Rai Bahadur Janki Das to manufacture saddles and other bicycle parts and was the first one to introduce the fully Indian made bicycle was, Atlas Cycle Industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Melinda French’s famous rich husband is Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Beyond the Boundaries is the autobiography of a leading industrialist, Lord Swaraj Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. The author of the book, The Klone and I, a story of venture capitalist Thomas J Perkins, and who later married to Perkins, is Danielle Steele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Margaret Thatcher said “I like him; we can do business together” this about Russian President, Mikhail Gorbachev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. The term used by Japanese for word, meaning “Great Lord” or “Great Prince” is Tycoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Areez Khambhatta in Ahmedabad is the man behind Indian brand, Rasna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. The Indian tyre company controlled by K.M. Mammen Mappillai and family, is MRF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Bollywood actor with which the Monarch International College of Hotel Management at Ooty is associated, is Mithun Chakraborty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Bimantata Citra and Citra Marga companies are owned by The Suhartos of Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. The person who left India for UK and later became the first High Commissioner and set up a publishing house, Penguin, was V.K. Krishna Menon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Saudi billionaire and sponsor of international terrorism Osama Bin Laden made his money through the source of construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. The company which Anita Roddick founded is Body Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. The greatest investors in the world who was also a philanthropist and supporter of Human Rights Organisation, is George Soros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. At the time of his death, P.R. Kumarmangalam was holding the charge of Ministry of Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. The person who could not get exclusive TV rights to test cricket and made up his own teams with the best players in the world and started World Series Cricket, is Kerry Packer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. The woman who rose from shop floor level to a high rank of CMD of Exim Bank, is Tarjani Vakil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. An ecology house costing $ 97 million on the shores of Lake Washington was built by Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. The cosmetic and perfume maker who said this “In my factories I make perfume; in the market, I sell hope” was Charles Revlon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. The businessman who contributed Rs.22,000 towards Sir C.V. Raman’s Nobel Prize-winning research, was G.D. Birla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. The institution of national importance set up by the visionary industrialist, Jamsetji Nusserwanji Tata, was Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. The person who is remembered today for his saying “What is good for General Motors is good for the USA, was Charles E. Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. The American industrialist who remarked, “A man who dies rich, dies disgraced”, was Andrew Carnegie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. The person who was granted patents for inventions ranging from light bulb, typewriter and electric pen to the phonograph, motion-picture camera and alkaline storage battery and left 3500 notebooks containing thousands of new products ideas after his death, was Thomas Alva Edison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Scientist, Surendra Mohan Bose founded Bengal Waterproof Ltd. In 1920.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. The veteran freedom fighter and industrialist who was considered by Mahatma Gandhi as his fifth son, was Kamalnayan Bajaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. The software giant, Bill Gates was a drop out from Harvard University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. The woman whose cosmetic business spread over in 46 countries and said, “I hate the beauty business. It lies. It cheats. It exploits women”, is Anita Roddick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. The person who built a huge bungalow on the shores of Lake Washington with almost everything computer controlled, is Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. The industrialist who was a close associate of Mahatma Gandhi, was G.D. Birla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. The former Soviet leader who maintained his eager-to-please style after reading the Dale Carnegie’s American bestseller, “How to Win Friends and Influence People” to make himself most effective leader, was Mikhail Gorbachev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Bharat Ratna, the highest civilian honour of the country was awarded to the industrialist, J.R.D. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. The person who gifted $8,500,000 to the UNO for building its permanent headquarters in New York, was John D Rockefeller, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. M.M. Kothari’s claim to fame is that he is the original paan masala king who popularized paan masala in sachets under Pan Parag brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. The former cavalry officer, Giovanni Agnelli founded Fiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. V.V.R. Western Ghat Oil Company was launched by Raman Pillai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. The German gentleman, a denim supplier, along with Jacob Davis, a Latvian tailor, who got the style of putting metal rivets to strengthen trouser pockets patented, was Levi Strauss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. The entrepreneur whose products bear badges with letters DC on them, is Dilip Chabria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. The products which were discovered by Charles Plank and Edward Rosinski together in the shape of synthetic catalyst which helps to produce end product, are Petroleum and petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. A retired super coup who was hired by the association of the Indian music industry to help check the menace of audio piracy, was Julio Ribeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. The person who started his business with locks and whose group is now in businesses, like iron safes, typewriters, soaps and detergents, food products and many more, was Ardeshir Godrej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. The two men hired by Richard to handle repairs at his watch company were Sears and Roebuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. The woman who set up her business of beauty products at Neiman Marcus was Estee Lauder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. The entrepreneur who is known as the “Queen of Green” because of her high-profile campaigns on animal rights, recycling and Third World aid, is Anita Roddick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. The person who was awarded by the League of Nations and started the “Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow”, is Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. The sales manager who said at a meeting of advertising heads that “The trouble with every one of us is that we don’t think enough. We don’t get paid for working with our heads. Any man on the selling force could make two dollars where he now makes one if he could think along the right lines. I don’t think has cost the world millions of dollars”, was Thomas Watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. The person who started his business of dry goods, later served as a Sunday School Superintendent and set up a trust to control 80% of a particular industry followed by other industries, was John D. Rockfeller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. The person who with inspiration of Thomas Alva Edison got the idea of assembly lines while watching Chicago meat-packers, was Henry Ford.1592. The CEO of one of American corporate giants who was approached by Drucker to conduct a study on his company, is Alfred P Sloan and company, General Motors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. The American industrialist who hired a police chief to keep a close watch on his executives so that they do not make decisions of their own, was Henry Ford, Sr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151. The businessman who donated a million pound sterling to save the London zoo which has been given name of his daughter after her death, is Lord Swaraj Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152. The great American industrialist on whose history the book, Titan is released, was John D. Rockefeller, Sr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. The only woman who has become the Director of Bombay Stock Exchange, is Deena Mehta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154. The lawyer who gave up his profession and took up to lock-making business, is Ardeshir Burjorjee Godrej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155. The person who founded the oil company Shell which was named it after his father’s death, was Marcus Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. The CEO who ran for presidency against two successive US presidents, is Ross Perot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. The chairman of the UK based Capro Group of companies, is Swaraj Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. The Doyen of Indian hospitality industry who created the first International business hotel in India is/was Rai Bahadur Mohan Singh Oberoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. The founder of the eponymous group Cadbury Schweppes was John Cadbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160. Colonel Drake’s first achievement in Pennsylvania in the US, was that He drilled the world’s first oil well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161. The co-founder of an American company which is the world leader in business and who bequeathed the bulk of his billion-dollar to medical research and other charities, was Larry Hillblom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;162. Ross Perot was the CEO of Electronic Data Systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163. The American CEO who said to his employees that “The only job security any employee has in this company comes from quality, productivity and satisfied customers”, is Lee Iacocca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. The person who landed in India as the agent of East India Company and founded Calcutta comprising three villages: Kolkata, Sutanuti and Govindpur, was Job Charnock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165. Common to Ashok Ganguly, Jagdish Narayan Sapru, Sushim Mukul Datta, and Keki B. Dadiseth is that All have headed Hindustan Lever Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;166. At the age of 31, the person who became the Managing Director of a public sector company was Harish Bardhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167. The CMD whose company is known mainly for cigarettes and hotels, is K.L. Chugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168. Common to Dhirubhai Ambani, Aditya Birla, Rahul Bajaj, Ratan Tata, R.P. Goenka, B.M. Khaitan and Bharat and Vijay Shah is that All have been profiled in Gita Piramal’s book, as Business Maharaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169. Brothers Harsh Vardhan and Sanjeev Goenka lead the business group, namely RPG Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170. Brijmohan Lal Munjal is associated with the business group of Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171. The founder of the Philips manufacturing company was Gerard Philips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. The IT Moghul, for whom his fans campaigned to make him the President of India, is N.R. Narayan Murthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;173. The brand ambassador in India and the rest of the world for the Swiss watch-maker, Longines is Aishwarya Rai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. The free e-mail service concept was pioneered by Sabeer Bhatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175. The Indian Managing Director who said, “I am not working for remuneration. In any case, I earn half the salary of sweeper in France, was Rusy Mody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. The business family which lives at Seawind in Mumbai, is The Ambanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This info. maybe wrong somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-2984410150949247785?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/2984410150949247785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=2984410150949247785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2984410150949247785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2984410150949247785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/05/business-world.html' title='Business World'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-6319914241538910826</id><published>2007-05-03T10:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-03T10:29:21.619+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Computerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>1. In Japan Abacus is called Soroban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The first company in the world which manufactured computers for commercial use was Remington Rand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The analytical engine was also known as Babbage’s Folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The IBM was known before 1924 as Computer Tabulating &amp; Recording Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The first generation of electronic computer was UNIVAC-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The first computer which used the concept of stored programs was EDSAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The inventor of wooden-box mouse with two small wheels and whose work was funded by NASA, was Doug Engelbrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The first company which distributed mouse with personal computers was Apple Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first computer was installed in India at Indian Statistical Institute, Calcutta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Intel microprocessor which started the PC revolution was 8088.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The first microprocessor chip was Intel 4004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Intel stands for Integrated Electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. MIPS by which computer power is measured stands for Million Instructions Per Second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Till date 5 generations of computers have been developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The classifications of computers into different generations is based on Electronic circuits that make the hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. PC (personal computer) was a trade name of IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Mouse droppings in a computer are Pixels that are not properly restored when the mouse is moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The computer company which is popularly known as “Big Blue” is IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. GW in Basic language stands for Gate Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The first commercial microprocessor, Intel-4004 was developed by Dr. Ted Hoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The computer which defeated the world class champion, Gary Kasparov was Deep Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The first Indian film magazine on the Internet was G Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Hopper found an insect which she jockingly named it as “Bug” in A moth and Harvard Mark II machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The programming law, ‘Adding manpower to a late software project makes it later’ is known as Brooke’s Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The power of a super computer is measured in terms of FLOPS (Floating Point Operations Per Second).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. MMX (a microprocessor from Intel) stands for Multi Media extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. RISC, a technology on which stations and servers run, stands for Reduced Instruction Set Computing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. CISC on which technology microprocessors operate, stands for Compounded Instruction Set Computing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The difference between RISC and CISC technology is that RISC chips are powerful but preparatory chips, whereas CISC chips are more open and easily adopted by the manufacturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The Silicon Valley company which did not start in garage was Sun Micro Systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The company which was named after incorporating the surnames of two classmates and is now a prestigious company in the computer industry, is Hewlett-Packard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The default search engine on the Internet run by Lawrence Page and Sergey Brin is Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. SWIFT, a global network stands for Society for Worldwide Interbank Financial Telecommunications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. The satellite consortium through which hotline linking White House and Kremlin passes is Intelsat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The first geostationary communication satellite to be launched in orbit was Intelsat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The computer language which was developed by Brian Kernighan and Dennis Ritchi is ‘C’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The computer language which has become standard on Internet and compatible on all the chips and operating systems is Java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. The company which developed Java language was Sun Microsystems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. The owner of the spreadsheet software brand Lotus 1-2-3 is IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. The special effects for the block-buster Jurassic Park were developed on a Silicon Graphics Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. The server which has been installed both by Mumbai and Chennai Stock Exchanges is Tandem’s Himalayan Server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 The PowerPC chip has been jointly developed as an alternative to Intel’s chip by IBM, Apple and Motorola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Common to INFORMIX, ORACLE, SYBASE, and INGRESS is that All are relational database management systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. The City which is known as Ingress City among IT circles due to large concentration of Ingress RDBMS, is Coimbatore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 CASE stands for Computer Aided Software Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. OS/2 is an operating system from IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. The misuse of on line service, Compuserve on the Internet was suspended because of child pornography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. The company which developed Iridium, a world-wide network of small communication satellites, is Motorola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. The first truly electronic computer was ENIAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. ENIAC stands for Electronic Numeric Integrator and Calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. A computer database is protectable under the Copyright Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. The Indian who developed the Pentium microprocessor is Vinod Dham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. The telecom acronym WLL stands for Wireless in Local Loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 The two computer languages which do not form acronyms are PASCAL and ADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 The famous computer pioneer who was an opium addict/gambler was Ada Lovelace.1204. Spamming in Internet jargon refers to Sending thousands of junk e-mails at the same time to recipients across a wide geographical area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Spoofing in Internet jargon refers to The technique of hiding his/her identity from the recipients by the junk e-mailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. In Internet typing of all letters in capital is considered rude, because it is like shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The Courier type of fonts which almost takes up the same amount of horizontal space are called Monospace fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. With regard to computers common to Nehru Place in Delhi, Lamington Road in Mumbai and M.G. Road in Bangalore is that All are grey markets for computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. APL stands for A Programming Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. An operating system CP/M stands for Control Programming for Micro-computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. The new word coined by Karl Cape for worker, was Robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. The more common name of the IEEF 802.3 standard is Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. A computer virus is actually A small malicious pr9ogram written in machine language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. The multimedia part of Internet is called World Wide Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 The USA state in which famous Silicon Valley is situated is California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. The first computer virus was created at Bell Laboratories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68 The name of the recently developed computer virus which affects programmes written in Java is Strange Brew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. In Internet jargon when a file is moved by you from a remote computer to your own, you are Downloading the file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. GOPHER a facility available on the Net is different from WWW, because GOPHER contains no graphics whereas WWW does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. ‘http’ letters stand for Hyper Text Transfer Protocol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Flaming in Net means A message that contains insults or other derogatory content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. The name of the IBM RS/ 6000 SP super computer is Deep Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Microsoft launched the products Windows 95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Intel did not name its Pentium microprocessor as 586 because to avoid the confusion created earlier by so many x86 chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. A potent combination of Windows and Intel is being popularly called as Wintel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. In his statement “If he was a plumber, he would control all the water in the world and force anyone who wants some of the precious liquid, to cut a deal with him”, Larry Ellison, CEO of Oracle Corporation was referring to Bill Gates of Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. A software which has not been paid for by the customer until he tried it and which is distributed on a bullion board or on free disks, is called Shareware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Windows NT stands for Networking Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. The computer technology which used The Rolling Stone’s hit number ‘Start Me Up’ as the theme song for its launch was Windows 95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. The Microsoft launched Windows 95 in submarine because to show the reports what it was like to live in a windowless world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. In the punch-line ‘Flight 4.0 in Chicago Is Delayed’, IMB in an advertisement was referring to Microsoft’s delay in launching Windows 95 (code named Chicago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. K6 microprocessor is manufactured and marketed by Advanced Micro Devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. IBM at the Watson Research Centre, New Jersey, developed Deep Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. The company which IBM chose for providing the operating system for its upcoming PC was Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. The geostationary communication satellite, Telstra was launched by AT&amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87 The first microcomputer used 4004 microprocessor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Distinction enjoyed by System 360 was that It was the first commercial computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 The only computer ‘star’ or personality in the film based on a novel, “A Space Odyseey” written by Arthur C. Clarke, was HAL 9000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The well-known author who dreamt up a un-patented system on which the Telstra, the first geostationary communication satellite, was Arthur C. Clarke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. A software which is in the developing stage is called Beta Software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 The Arpanet, a decentralized network designed to survive nuclear attack was funded by NASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Yahooligans is the kids’ section/webguide of Yahoo portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. The Intel microprocessor which was used by the first IBM PC was 8088.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. The World Wide Web (WWW) was created by Tim Berner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. The IT company founded by Len Bosack and his wife Sandy Lerner was Cisco Systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. The company which was set up under the leadership of F.C. Kohli, who was considered the father of Indian software industry was. Tata Consultancy Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. The best sources from which various parts of computer are bought is known as Body shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. The IT business common to SAP Ag, Peoplesoft, Baan, QAD and Oracle is Enterprise Resource Planning (ERP) package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. SAP stands for Systems Applications and Products in data processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. The computer company which was born in garage at Addison Avenue was Hewlett Packard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. The line “We are driven by the new technology and take all new and old competition seriously” was written in a book by Andy Grove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. The free version of the Unix operation system for network is called Linux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. We are talking about Silicon Valley which lies between Santa Cruz Mountains on the west and the Hamilton range to the east and stretches from Santa Clara to Menlo Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Make of transponder through which the words of Neil Armstrong upon reaching mood, “One small step for man, a giant step for the mankind” came was Motorola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. The Stanford University engineering students encouraged by their professor started a new venture called The Silicon Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. In Sillywood, Movies are made by a collaboration between Silicon Valley and Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. The computer company which was founded on April Fool’s Day in 1976 was Apple Computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. The CEO whose company keeps introducing newer versions of software which requires several more megabytes of RAM and hard disk space than the previous versions, is Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110 The term which Lou Gerstner of IBM coined for a product which never gets off the drawing board is, Vaporware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. The name of the operating system which was called Quick and Dirty Operating System, is MS-DOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. The name of the corporate which was coined by taking a little word from a play, was IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113 The words on the huge tomb which is in the lobby of Cyrix Corp., a chip maker, inscribed are Intel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Hotmail along with Sabeer Bhatia was founded by Jack Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. In Soho segment, Soho stands for Small office home office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. The person who said “I think the total world potential for computers is somewhere around five in number” was Thomas Watson, founder of IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. The person who borrowed the idea, from the announcement by IBM for a new kind of business software, and turned into a product before IBM did, was Larry Ellison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Ananova is the world’s first virtual newscaster on Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Domain names ending with “com” was registered by National Centre for Software Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. The person and the company began to use electronic mail company-wide in 1989 and has brought a revolution in the personal computing are Andy Grove and Intel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. The author of the book, “Only the Paranoid Survive” is Andy Grove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. Android means A robot which looks like a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. The industry which is leading user of robots, is Automobile industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. The author of the book, “The Computer Prophets” containing biography of men who developed computer devices, is Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Customer information magnetically encoded on the back strip of a debit card are (a) Credit limit and (b) Account number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Illegal entry to computers or files through remote terminals or PCs is called Hacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. The name of the computer virus which originated from Pakistan in January 1986 and which can infect only 5.25 inch floppies is Brain virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Dos cannot retrieve any data from a disk if computer virus corrupts its File Allocation table (FAT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. A hard disk becomes totally inaccessible when a computer virus corrupts its Partition Table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. The idea of self-replicating program which often damages the other computer programs was given by John von Neumann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. The name of the professor who coined the name virus for self-replicating program was Fred Cohen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. In India, software piracy became legal offence in 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. The other company which was sued along with Microsoft by Apple Computer Inc. for their copyright infringement was Hewlett-Packard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. The dot.com company which claims that the “A” in their name stands for “Anything” is Amazon.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. The Professor who coined the word “artificial intelligence” in 1956 at Stanford University was John McCarthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. The particular generation of computers associated with artificial intelligence is Fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Commercial use of artificial intelligence (AI) in products like microwave ovens, washing machines, automobiles etc. is named as Fuzzy logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. The name of the logic that allows computers to assign numerical values that fall somewhere between 0 and 1 is Fuzzy logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. The best chess playing human who beat the chess playing computer Deep Thought in a chess tournament held in 1989, was Garry Kasparov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. The animation technique is known as Rotoscoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. The person who designed the Doordarshan News logo in which the news symbol flips in and letters curve around it glow, was Prahlad Kakkar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. The super computer’s use denied by USA to the Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore for misuse regarding nuclear applications, was Cray Y-MP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. The information network set up to connect various government offices and public sector companies was National Informatics Centre Network (NICNET).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. The mobile phone of which ‘Human Technology’ is a trademark is Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. The telecom acronym WAP stands for Wireless Application Protocol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. The role that Network Solutions, Inc. plays in cyber world is that It registers top level dotcom domains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. The full form of Geneva-based WIPO Centre is World Intellectual Property Organization (Arbitration and Mediation) Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148 The true statements about websites, web pages and portals are (I) A website comprises of more than one web-pages linked to one another through HTML – hyper text markup language and (II) A portal comprises of more than one website whereas a particular website provides a gateway to another website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149 In the cyber world, “cybersquatters” are People who grab a well-known trademark and register it as domain name for ulterior purpose, such as selling the domain name back to the rightful owners for a fancy price, or making the Internet users believe that they are associated with the famous trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. The software on which both IBM and Microsoft companies run their business but is not made by them, is Enterprise Resource Planning (ERP) packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151. GSM means Global System for Mobile Communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152 The hacker who was jailed by FBI for five years and was prohibited from using any computer or a cellular phone, was Kevin Mitnick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153 The Hollywood animated films, Toy Story, A Bug’s Life and Toy Story 2 were created by John Lasseter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154 The name of the computer-generated animation software which created dinosaurs in Jurassic Park and The Lost World, and battle-droids in Star Wars: Episode One, was RenderMan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155. The computer-generated animation software RenderMan has been pioneered by Pixar Animation Studios company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. The statements which are true regarding WAP (Wireless Application Protocol) are (I) This protocol specifies the conversion of an HTML (Hyper Text Markup Language) document of a web page into UML (Universal Markup Language) or XML, (extensive Markup Language) because the mobile phone has lesser display area and the LCD display may not support all kind of graphics, and (II) WAP actually is a trade mark owned by certain companies together known as WAP Forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157 The supercomputer Cray series is sold by Silicon Graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158 The programmer who pressed “shift” and “2” keys to launch a single character “@” in e-mail address, was Ray Tomilnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. The definition “It is a programmable multifunction manipulator designed to move materials, parts, tools or specialized devices through variable programmed motions for the performance of a variety of tasks” is of a Robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160 The term branded as typewriters coined first by IBM and then MTST (Magnetic Tape Selectric Typewriters) because of use of magnetic tapes to store pages of text, we are talking about is Word processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161. The woman whose image is carried on the watermark of a software is Ada Byron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;162. Portable Document Format (PDF), Open eBook (OEB), and TK3 are used in e-Book publishing area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163. Hart’s endevours to create Project Gutenberg which includes more than 2000 classic works online is called First digital book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164 The company which was given his name by Aldus Manutius, an inventor in printing, publishing and typography is Pagemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165The website which was launched by Tarun Tejpal was Tehelka.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;166. Search engine in Internet jargon is Programs that hunt for Web pages in response to specific words or phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167. The word “google” means The numerical one followed by a hundred zeros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168 The telecom acronym CPP stands for Calling Party Pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169. The protocol which is designed to fit into mobile phones and pagers is Wireless Application Protocol (WAP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170. The Internet terminology URL stands for Uniform Resource Locator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171. The e-mail software Eudora, which got its name from Eudora Welty was named so because Eudora software is based on POP – Post Office Protocol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. The benchmark of artificial intelligence in which a human judge cannot distinguish machine responses from human responses, is called Turing test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;173 “Stricky site” in Internet jargon is A site where a user spends a large amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. A portion of a domain name in www.economictimes.com, is called Secondary domain name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175 “.com” is an example of Primary domain name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. By Moore’s Law Computing power doubles every 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177 The word “cyberspace” was coined by William Gibson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178. The special text files which are stored through a website in a hard disk are called Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179 Personal Computer which has been named after a popular variety of applies in USA, is Macintosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180 The Indian state which installed first ever Computer Crime Cell is Karnataka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181. The Indian software product which Bill Gates on his visit to India in 1997 endorsed was Ramco’s Marshall Enterprise Management System.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-6319914241538910826?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6319914241538910826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=6319914241538910826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6319914241538910826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6319914241538910826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/05/computerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Computerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-7276339383713704677</id><published>2007-05-02T10:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:46:27.613+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How to Love Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjgenJAe-rI/AAAAAAAAABk/sS_QRNz_coQ/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059827839132433074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjgenJAe-rI/AAAAAAAAABk/sS_QRNz_coQ/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You see this water carefully contained on my hand?" It symbolizes Love. "This was how I saw it. As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give and don't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advise, but don't order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask, but never demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passing thought: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is beautiful, Live it !!! "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you (without you having to plead and beg), its yours forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-7276339383713704677?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/7276339383713704677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=7276339383713704677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7276339383713704677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7276339383713704677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-love-someone.html' title='How to Love Someone'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjgenJAe-rI/AAAAAAAAABk/sS_QRNz_coQ/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1325471473340482711</id><published>2007-05-02T10:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:41:52.087+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Most Powerful 'Three Word Phrases'</title><content type='html'>The following three-word phrases can enrich every relationship. These are just three little but very powerful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'll Be There&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever had to call a friend in the middle of the night, to take a sick child to hospital, or when your car has broken down some miles from home, you will know how good it feels to hear the phrase “I’ll be there.” Being there for another person is the greatest gift we can give. When we're truly present for other people, important things happen to them &amp; us. We are renewed in love and friendship. We are restored emotionally and spiritually. Being there is at the very core of civility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Miss You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps more marriages could be saved &amp;amp; strengthened if couples simply &amp; sincerely say to each other "I miss you." This powerful affirmation tells partners they are wanted, needed, desired &amp;amp; loved. Consider how ecstatic you would feel, if you received an unexpected phone call from your spouse in the middle of your workday, just to say "I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Respect You / I Trust You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect and trust is another way of showing love. It conveys the feeling that another person is a true equal. If you talk to your children as if they were adults you will strengthen the bonds &amp; become close friends. This applies to all interpersonal relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you’re Right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase is highly effective in diffusing an argument and restoring frayed emotions. The flip side to "maybe you're right" is the humility of admitting maybe "I'm wrong". Let's face it. When you have a heated argument with someone, all you do is cement the other person's point of view. They, or you, will not change their stance and you run the risk of seriously damaging the relationship between you. Saying "maybe you're right" can open the door to further explore the subject, in which you may then have the opportunity to get your view across in a more rational manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Forgive Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many broken relationships could be restored and healed if people would admit their mistakes and ask for forgiveness. All of us are vulnerable to faults and failures. A man should never be ashamed to own up that he has been in the wrong, which is saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Thank You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude is an exquisite form of courtesy. People who enjoy the companionship of good, close friends are those who don't take daily courtesies for granted. They are quick to thank their friends for their many expressions of kindness. On the other hand, people whose circle of friends is severely constricted often do not have the attitude of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Count On Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is one who walks in when others walk out. Loyalty is an essential ingredient for true friendship; it is the emotional glue that bonds people. Those that are rich in their relationships tend to be steady and true friends. When troubles come, a good friend is there indicating "you can count on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let Me Help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends see a need and try to fill it. When they spot a hurt they do what they can to heal it. Without being asked, they pitch in and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Understand You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People become closer and enjoy each other more if they feel the other person accepts and understands them. Letting your spouse know in so many little ways that you understand them, is one of the most powerful tools for healing relationship. This applies to any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go For It &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all unique individuals. Don't try to get your friends to conform to your ideals. Support them in pursuing their interests, no matter how weird they seem to you. Everyone has dreams, dreams that are unique to that person only. Support and encourage your friends to follow their dreams. Tell them to "go for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most important three words that you can say. Telling someone that you truly love them satisfies a person's deepest emotional needs. The need to belong, to feel appreciated and to be wanted. Your spouse, your children, your friends and you, all need to hear those three little words "I love you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1325471473340482711?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1325471473340482711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1325471473340482711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1325471473340482711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1325471473340482711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-powerful-three-word-phrases.html' title='The Most Powerful &apos;Three Word Phrases&apos;'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-7496200166006605914</id><published>2007-05-02T10:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:50:25.096+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I asked GOD !!!</title><content type='html'>I asked God why I wasn't rich. He showed me a man with the wealth of a thousand kings, who was lonely, and had no one to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't beautiful. He showed me a woman more beautiful than any other, who was ugly because of her vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why He'd allowed me to become old. He showed me a boy of 16, who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I didn't have a bigger house. He showed me a family of six, who had just been evicted from their tiny shack, and were forced, to live on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I had to work. He showed me a man, who couldn't find a decent job, because he'd never learned to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't more popular. He showed me a socialite with a thousand friends, who all left the moment the money and parties were no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't smarter. He showed me a natural born genius, serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then how much He loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-7496200166006605914?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/7496200166006605914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=7496200166006605914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7496200166006605914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7496200166006605914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-asked-god.html' title='I asked GOD !!!'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8210185209488477211</id><published>2007-04-28T17:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:42:31.343+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Bad Temper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM575Ae-qI/AAAAAAAAABc/7g6YAYY1xWI/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058450507545115298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM575Ae-qI/AAAAAAAAABc/7g6YAYY1xWI/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he would have to hammer a nail into the fence in the backyard. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to control his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him back to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say things in anger, you also leave scars just like these holes." Next time you are about to lose your cool with someone dear to you, think about the fence full of holes and reconsider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all is said and done, "YOU CAN NEVER TAKE BACK SOMETHING YOU SAY BUT YOU CAN SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE APOLOGIZING FOR IT."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8210185209488477211?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8210185209488477211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=8210185209488477211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8210185209488477211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8210185209488477211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-temper.html' title='Bad Temper'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM575Ae-qI/AAAAAAAAABc/7g6YAYY1xWI/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1013700254677290434</id><published>2007-04-28T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:39:32.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Who is Responsible??????</title><content type='html'>A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1.       What were the five words?&lt;br /&gt;2.       What is the implication of this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband just said "I am with you Darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her. If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is really worth reading. Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out some warmth in human relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1013700254677290434?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1013700254677290434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1013700254677290434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1013700254677290434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1013700254677290434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-is-responsible.html' title='Who is Responsible??????'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-2564654692177552097</id><published>2007-04-28T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:37:23.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Need some coins to stop them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM405Ae-pI/AAAAAAAAABU/-sw8uvN_lvs/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058449287774403218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM405Ae-pI/AAAAAAAAABU/-sw8uvN_lvs/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pretty cube-shaped alarm clocks are not your average clock. These little suckers, called BanClock, have no snooze button. To shut them up, you gotta feed them coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an effective way to start saving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dimensions: 10×10x10cm. Price: 5,985 YEN (~US$50)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-2564654692177552097?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/2564654692177552097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=2564654692177552097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2564654692177552097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2564654692177552097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/need-some-coins-to-stop-them.html' title='Need some coins to stop them'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM405Ae-pI/AAAAAAAAABU/-sw8uvN_lvs/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-4746862284275959183</id><published>2007-04-28T17:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:35:06.740+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Mother is Mother</title><content type='html'>His mom only had one eye. He hated her. She was such an embarressment. His mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell anything for the money they needed. She was such an embarressment. There was this one day during elementary school. It was field day, and his mom came. He was so embarressed. How could she do this to me, He thought and threw her a hateful look and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at school... "Your mom only has one eye?" ..and they taunted him.&lt;br /&gt;He wished that his mom would just disappear from this world so he said to his mom, "Mom.. why dont you have the other eye?! If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why dont you just die?" His mom did not respond.. He felt a little bad for behaving like this, but at the same time, it felt good to think that he had said what he wanted to say all this time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because his mom hadn't punished him, but he didn't thought that he had hurt her feelings very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.  His mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake him. He took a look at her, then turned away because of the thing he had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at him in the corner of his heart. Even so, he hated her mother who was crying out of her one eye.&lt;br /&gt;So he told himself that he would grow up and become successful because he hated his one-eyed mom and their desperate poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he studied real hard. He left his mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence he had. Then, he got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought a house of his own. Then he had kids, too. Now he was living happily as a successful man. He liked it here because it's a place that doesn't remind him of his mom. This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;...it was his mother still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on him. His little girl ran away, scared of his mom's eye and he asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!" as if trying to make that real. He screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and to this, his mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address" and she dissappeared out of sight. Thank goodness... She doesnt recognize him, he thought. He was quite relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told himself that he was not going to care, or think about this for the rest of his life. Then a wave of relief came upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to his house. So, lying to his wife that he was going on a business trip, he went. After the reunion,  he went down to the old shack, that he used to call a house...just out of curiosity to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, he found his mother fallen on the cold ground. But he did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand. It was a letter to him.&lt;br /&gt;"My Son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life has been long enough now and i wont 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 and I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarressment 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 mom, I could not 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 of times that you were angry with me, I thought to myself, 'It's because he loves me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son... Oh, My Son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want you to cry for me, because of my death. Please dont cry my son, i love you so much."He burst into tears. He could never forgive himself for making the biggest mistake of a lifetime. He realized how lucky he was to have a mom like her and how selfish he was that he never even cared for her. It was the extremely sad day for him. He would never get her mom back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-4746862284275959183?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/4746862284275959183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=4746862284275959183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4746862284275959183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4746862284275959183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/mother-is-mother.html' title='Mother is Mother'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-3006579352818300961</id><published>2007-04-28T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:33:13.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Message by a Brick</title><content type='html'>A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-74.html" target="_top"&gt;new Jaguar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young boy was apologetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded." I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-74.html" target="_top"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message  "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"  God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-3006579352818300961?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/3006579352818300961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=3006579352818300961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/3006579352818300961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/3006579352818300961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/message-by-brick.html' title='Message by a Brick'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-6411261751604804484</id><published>2007-04-28T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:31:23.751+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Preception of a Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM3b5Ae-oI/AAAAAAAAABM/gWwJIgf0xuk/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058447758766045826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM3b5Ae-oI/AAAAAAAAABM/gWwJIgf0xuk/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-90.html" target="_top"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It was great, Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh yeah," said the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The son answered:&lt;br /&gt;"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have imported &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-90.html" target="_top"&gt;lanterns&lt;/a&gt; in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy's father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Life is too short and friends are too few." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-6411261751604804484?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6411261751604804484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=6411261751604804484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6411261751604804484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6411261751604804484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/preception-of-son.html' title='Preception of a Son'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM3b5Ae-oI/AAAAAAAAABM/gWwJIgf0xuk/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-545909924968808068</id><published>2007-04-28T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:27:38.037+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Why Women Cry Easily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM2hJAe-nI/AAAAAAAAABE/bFO98k0eKQ8/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058446749448731250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM2hJAe-nI/AAAAAAAAABE/bFO98k0eKQ8/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, a young boy asked his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because I'm a woman" she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't understand," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will, but that's okay." Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mom seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All women cry for no reason" was all his dad could say. The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry finally, he put in a call to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God got back to him, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God answered, "When I made women, I decided she had to be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet her arms gentle nough to give comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come, even from her own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue, without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave her sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances even when her child has hurt her badly. She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager's &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-139.html" target="_top"&gt;anxieties&lt;/a&gt; and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults, and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife but some times tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed, It is her's to use whenever needed and is her only weakness."When you see her cry, tell her how much u love her and all she does for everyone and even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-545909924968808068?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/545909924968808068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=545909924968808068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/545909924968808068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/545909924968808068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-women-cry-easily.html' title='Why Women Cry Easily'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjM2hJAe-nI/AAAAAAAAABE/bFO98k0eKQ8/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-210433607579008818</id><published>2007-04-28T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:24:23.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lesson of Life</title><content type='html'>1.       It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, Never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.       It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.       Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.       Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.       Always put yourself in the other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, It probably hurts the person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.       A careless word may kindle strife; a cruel word may wreck a life; a timely word may level stress; a loving word may heal and bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.   Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.   When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-210433607579008818?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/210433607579008818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=210433607579008818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/210433607579008818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/210433607579008818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/lesson-of-life.html' title='Lesson of Life'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1369488647075309178</id><published>2007-04-28T17:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:23:14.639+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Things in Life</title><content type='html'>1.       At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.       Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.       You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.       If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.       You are special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.       Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.   When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.   When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.   Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.   Always tell someone how you feel about them,.You will feel much better when they know. A Minute: They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Take the time to live and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1369488647075309178?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1369488647075309178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1369488647075309178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1369488647075309178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1369488647075309178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-in-life.html' title='Things in Life'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8636409923125197346</id><published>2007-04-28T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:21:33.836+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Strength of a Man and Beauty of a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Strength of a Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.It is seen in the width of his arms that encircle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.It is in the gentle words he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.It is in how respected he is at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.It is in how tender he touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't how many women he's loved by.It is in can he be true to one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.It is in the burdens he can understand and overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty of a Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in the &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-246.html" target="_top"&gt;clothes&lt;/a&gt; she wears,The figure she carries or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.&lt;br /&gt;It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-246.html" target="_top"&gt;passion&lt;/a&gt; that she shows,The beauty of a woman with passing years-only grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman, but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8636409923125197346?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8636409923125197346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=8636409923125197346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8636409923125197346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8636409923125197346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/strength-of-man-and-beauty-of-woman.html' title='Strength of a Man and Beauty of a Woman'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-5346147664034023298</id><published>2007-04-28T17:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:19:52.035+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>One act of Kindness</title><content type='html'>One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, How much do I owe you?"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart."&lt;br /&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit. Many years later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words.....&lt;br /&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk" (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands."Bread cast on the waters comes back to you. The good deed you do today may benefit you or someone you love at the least expected time. If you never see the deed again at least you will have made the world a better place - And, after all, isn't that what life is all about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-5346147664034023298?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/5346147664034023298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=5346147664034023298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5346147664034023298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5346147664034023298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-act-of-kindness.html' title='One act of Kindness'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-7031623290203700802</id><published>2007-04-28T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:18:47.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Four Wives of a Human</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a rich King who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best. He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another. He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidante and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her to help him get through the difficult times. The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought of his luxurious life and pondered, "I now have 4 wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to remarry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer came like a bolt of thunder and the King was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out "I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, she suffered from malnutrition.&lt;br /&gt;Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives. Surprised! Read below...&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our 1st wife is our Soul, often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the ego. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.So cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now! It is your greatest gift to offer the world. The only way to cherish your soul is to listen to what it needs rather than what you mind needs. Mind is our greatest enemy and our soul has become its slave. Let us try hard to make our mind the slave of our soul so that when we leave this material world, we have a healthy, pure and nourished soul for the journey after death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-7031623290203700802?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/7031623290203700802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=7031623290203700802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7031623290203700802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7031623290203700802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/four-wives-of-human.html' title='Four Wives of a Human'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-6824859372998886790</id><published>2007-04-28T17:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:16:10.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Two men in a Hospital Room</title><content type='html'>Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-183.html" target="_top"&gt;nurse&lt;/a&gt; arrived to bring water for their baths, only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.  If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-6824859372998886790?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6824859372998886790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=6824859372998886790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6824859372998886790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6824859372998886790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-men-in-hospital-room.html' title='Two men in a Hospital Room'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8457025904263528134</id><published>2007-04-28T17:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:14:15.585+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Paid in Full</title><content type='html'>A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-173.html" target="_top"&gt;sports car&lt;/a&gt; in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give me a &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-173.html" target="_top"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt;?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed  to come home immediately and take care things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Book. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words... PAID IN FULL. How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8457025904263528134?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8457025904263528134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=8457025904263528134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8457025904263528134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8457025904263528134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/paid-in-full.html' title='Paid in Full'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-6111577734240035345</id><published>2007-04-28T17:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:13:01.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledgement Deptt. of GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMyxZAe-mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uVbT1NyL7io/s1600-h/acknowledgement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058442630575094370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMyxZAe-mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uVbT1NyL7io/s320/acknowledgement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, "This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world. Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section. The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed again how busy it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section", my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How is it that? There's no work going on here?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So sad", the angel sighed. "After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How does one acknowledge God's blessings?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Simple," the angel answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just say, "Thank you, God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy. And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also if you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day. If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation. You are ahead of 700 million people in the world. If you can attend a prayer meeting without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world. If your parents are still alive and still married, you are very rare. If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what now? How can I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all. Have a good day, count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attn: Acknowledgment Dept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-6111577734240035345?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6111577734240035345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=6111577734240035345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6111577734240035345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6111577734240035345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/acknowledgement-deptt-of-god.html' title='Acknowledgement Deptt. of GOD'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMyxZAe-mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uVbT1NyL7io/s72-c/acknowledgement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-2298291830059831409</id><published>2007-04-28T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:02:23.499+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Stories'/><title type='text'>Breakfast at Mc'Donald</title><content type='html'>This is the story from someone of God Believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end. After the story, there are some very interesting facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile."&lt;br /&gt;The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not move an inch. An overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.&lt;br /&gt;The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not church goers, but we are believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: " UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to " LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE".&lt;br /&gt;If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send to others. God watches over you &amp; you should share this with the people you want watched over. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart.God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-2298291830059831409?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/2298291830059831409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=2298291830059831409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2298291830059831409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2298291830059831409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/breakfast-at-mcdonald.html' title='Breakfast at Mc&apos;Donald'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-6811604599648869379</id><published>2007-04-28T16:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:59:14.153+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Stories'/><title type='text'>Just Hold Water in Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMv45Ae-lI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LquloouECQY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058439460889229906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMv45Ae-lI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LquloouECQY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old man lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Holy Book.&lt;br /&gt;His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could. One day the grandson asked, "Baba, I try to read the Holy book 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 Holy book do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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." 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. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 of the door to watch the boy try again. 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 o the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of breath, he said, "See Baba, it's useless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."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. "Son, that's what happens when you read the Holy book. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of God in our lives."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-6811604599648869379?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6811604599648869379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=6811604599648869379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6811604599648869379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/6811604599648869379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-hold-water-in-basket.html' title='Just Hold Water in Basket'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMv45Ae-lI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LquloouECQY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-2391219380229058475</id><published>2007-04-28T16:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:55:29.537+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>God sends sm1 for help</title><content type='html'>A woman received a phone call that her daughter was very sick with fever. She left work and stopped by the pharmacy for some medication for her daughter. When returning to her car to find she had locked her keys inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to get home to her sick daughter, and didn't know what to do. She called her home to talk to the baby sitter, and was told her daughter was getting worse. The sitter said, you might find a coat &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-249.html" target="_top"&gt;hanger&lt;/a&gt; and use that to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman found an old rusty coat hanger on the ground, as if someone else had locked their keys in their car. Then she looked at the hanger and said, "I don't know how to use this."&lt;br /&gt;She bowed her head and asked God for help. An old rusty car pulled up, driven by a dirty, greasy, bearded man with a biker skull rag on his head. The woman thought, "Great God. This is what you sent to help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was desperate, and thankful. The man got out of his car and asked if he could help. She said, "Yes, my daughter is very sick. I must get home to her. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, SURE. He walked over to the car and in seconds the car was opened. She hugged the man and through her tears she said," THANK YOU SO MUCH...You are a very nice man".The man replied, Lady, I am not a nice man. I just got out of prison for car theft. The woman hugged the man again and cried out loud.... "THANK YOU GOD FOR SENDING ME A PROFESSIONAL! GOD I love you and I need you. Thank you for living in my heart".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-2391219380229058475?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/2391219380229058475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=2391219380229058475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2391219380229058475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/2391219380229058475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-sends-sm1-for-help.html' title='God sends sm1 for help'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-5182619765534168012</id><published>2007-04-28T16:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:53:54.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Stories'/><title type='text'>God Gives More Than We Can Hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMurZAe-kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JyBlesIy3m4/s1600-h/halloweenpumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058438129449368130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMurZAe-kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JyBlesIy3m4/s320/halloweenpumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a boy went to a shop with his mother. The shop keeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle with sweets and said 'Dear Child, You can take the sweets.' but the child didn't took them. The shop keeper was surprised. Such a small child he is and why is he not taking the sweets from the bottle. Again he said take the sweets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now his mother also heard that and said. ‘‘You can take the sweets son'' yet he didn't took any of the sweets. The shopkeeper saw that the child was not taking the sweets. So he himself took the sweets and gave them to the child. The child was happy to get two hands full of sweets. When they returned home, his mother asked him. "Why didn't you took the sweets when shop keeper told you to take"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The child said ''Mom, my hands are very small and if I take the sweets from my hands then I can only take few but now you see when uncle gave with his big hands, how many more sweets I got!!'' Moral: When we take, we may get little but when God gives, he gives us more then our expectations.... More than what we can hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-5182619765534168012?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/5182619765534168012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=5182619765534168012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5182619765534168012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5182619765534168012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-gives-more-than-we-can-hold.html' title='God Gives More Than We Can Hold'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMurZAe-kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JyBlesIy3m4/s72-c/halloweenpumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8104156893640705416</id><published>2007-04-28T16:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:49:14.804+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Stories'/><title type='text'>One Day Lunch with GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMtaZAe-jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fUkryuH-yjQ/s1600-h/GOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root beer and he started his journey. When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a Twinkie. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave him her biggest smile ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him, "What did you do today that made you look so happy?" He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the old woman also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and asked, "Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?" She replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before her son responded, she added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected." Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.Remember, we don't know what God will look like. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8104156893640705416?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8104156893640705416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=8104156893640705416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8104156893640705416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8104156893640705416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-day-lunch-with-god.html' title='One Day Lunch with GOD'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1683463593553313283</id><published>2007-04-28T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:43:38.809+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>The Crow and the Serpent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMsTJAe-iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pBPZALo8VAU/s1600-h/foxncrow.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058435513814284834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMsTJAe-iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pBPZALo8VAU/s320/foxncrow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a pair of crows built a nest on a big banyan tree. They lived there in a great happiness. One day a black serpent took shelter under the tree. He started living there in a hole. The crows did not like this but they could not do anything. After sometime the female crow laid eggs. In due course small crows were hatched. The crow couple looked after their small ones with loving care. One day while they were away in search of food, the serpent climbed the tree. He ate up the young ones of the crows. When they came back to their nest they found the nest empty. They were very sad. They asked other animals and birds living there if they had seen their young ones. No one could tell them anything. They were dejected for a long time. Finally when they got over their sorrow, they decided that the next time they had young ones they would not leave them alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many months passed. The female crow laid eggs once more. Once again they had young ones. This time the crow couple was very careful. They always kept their eyes on the young ones. One of them always remained with them. One day the female crow saw the big black serpent climbing the tree towards her young ones. She crowed wildly for it to go away. But the serpent paid no heed. He ate them up. The mother crow was heart broken. She wept bitterly. All her relatives gathered round her. They wanted to punish the serpent but by then he had vanished in to his hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the father crow returned in the evening, he heard the whole story. His sorrow too knew no bounds. At last the mother crow said that they would leave the tree and go away somewhere else. That way the tragedy would not be repeated in future. But the father crow reasoned with her. He said that they had been staying there for such a long time. It was their house. If anyone, then, it was the serpent who had to go. How could they punish the serpent? Then they remembered their friend, the cunning old, fox who lived nearby. They would go and ask her to help them. She was sure to have some clever way to punish the serpent. So they went to the fox. They told her the whole story and then begged her to help them. Otherwise they would have to leave their old banyan tree and go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fox thought for some time. Then she told them, "No, you do not have to leave your old home. I will tell you how the serpent is to be properly punished." "Tomorrow morning the royal Princess will be going to the river bank for a bath. Before entering the water she will take off her &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-216.html" target="_top"&gt;ornaments&lt;/a&gt; and clothes and keep them beside the water. There will be guards to look after them." The fox continued, "You make it a point to be hiding in a tree there. When nobody is looking, one of you pick up the precious necklace of the princess and fly away. The other one will follow making a lot of cawing sound. This would make the guards and others see that you have taken away the necklace. They will surely chase you. You carry the necklace to your tree and drop in on to the hole of the serpent. Then watch the fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crows agreed to do as they were told. The next morning the crow couple went on to the river bank and hid themselves among the thick branches of a tree growing near the bank. After some time the Princess, followed by her friends, servants and guards also reached there. The Princess and her friends took off their clothes and ornaments and kept them at one place on the bank. Then they entered the water and started frolicking among themselves. The crow couple was waiting for this opportunity. They had noticed a beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-216.html" target="_top"&gt;pearl necklace&lt;/a&gt; among the ornaments of the Princess. The mother crow swooped over it, picked it up and started flying away. The father crow followed it, cawing loudly all the while. The servants and the guards had seen the crow pick up the necklace. They all shouted loudly and started chasing the crows.The mother-crow came to the banyan-tree and dropped the necklace on the hole of the serpent at the foot of the tree. Then she flew away. The chasing servants had seen the necklace falling being dropped. They reached the foot of the banyan tree. The necklace was half inside the hole. So they tried to take it out with the help of sticks and spears. The serpent did not like this disturbance. He got infuriated and came out of the hole hissing menacingly. The attendants of the Princess surrounded the serpent and beat it to death with their sticks and weapons. They then picked up the necklace and went back. The crow couple was watching the show from a safe distance. When they saw that their old foe was safely dead, they both heaved a sigh of relief. Then they lived happily ever after, increasing their family and always grateful to their friend, the clever fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1683463593553313283?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1683463593553313283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1683463593553313283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1683463593553313283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1683463593553313283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/crow-and-serpent.html' title='The Crow and the Serpent'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RjMsTJAe-iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pBPZALo8VAU/s72-c/foxncrow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-5937986205576691666</id><published>2007-04-24T10:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:35:35.308+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horrible'/><title type='text'>Most Pierced Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Ri2P4dlQR4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IyeFoGYn5J0/s1600-h/46279bd8272e98.78648149frogview-gallery[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056856156783265666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Ri2P4dlQR4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IyeFoGYn5J0/s320/46279bd8272e98.78648149frogview-gallery%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for MORE Stuff" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://tinyurl.com/2e94ov/viewforum.php?f=52" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's AMAZING!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;By August 9, 2001, Elaine Davidson, of Edinburgh, Scotland, had a record-breaking total of 720 piercings, the record in May 2000, when a Guinness World Records official examined her and found 462 piercings on various parts of her body, including 192 on her facial area alone! She first broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-5937986205576691666?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/5937986205576691666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=5937986205576691666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5937986205576691666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5937986205576691666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/most-pierced-woman.html' title='Most Pierced Woman'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/Ri2P4dlQR4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IyeFoGYn5J0/s72-c/46279bd8272e98.78648149frogview-gallery%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1046818777955231343</id><published>2007-04-23T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:54:13.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RiyWZ9lQR3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hnmKqUY9dVs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Click for MORE Stuff" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://tinyurl.com/2e94ov/viewforum.php?f=29" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.God is real, unless declared integer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Before borrowing money from a friend, decide whether you need more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Death is hereditary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. There are three sides to every argument: your side, my side and the right side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. An expert is someone who takes a subject you understand and makes it sound confusing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Many things can be preserved in alcohol. Dignity is not one of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Never argue with a fool. People might not know the difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. When you're right, no one remembers. When you're wrong, no one forgets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Cheer up, the worst is yet to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Well done is better than well said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to make them when nobody is looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. If you can't see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Where there's a will there are five hundred relatives. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Live life today!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1046818777955231343?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1046818777955231343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1046818777955231343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1046818777955231343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1046818777955231343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/interesting-facts-of-life.html' title='Interesting Facts of Life'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8195867930300356528</id><published>2007-03-28T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:10:17.095+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love: you can express with these words</title><content type='html'>English - I love you&lt;br /&gt;Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief&lt;br /&gt;Albanian - Te dua&lt;br /&gt;Arabic -Ana behibak (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&lt;br /&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&lt;br /&gt;Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo baashi&lt;br /&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a&lt;br /&gt;Catalan - T'estimo&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;br /&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;br /&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou&lt;br /&gt;Croatian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Czech - Miluji te&lt;br /&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;br /&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki'&lt;br /&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg&lt;br /&gt;Farsi - Doset daram&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&lt;br /&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&lt;br /&gt;Georgian - Mikvarh ar&lt;br /&gt;German - Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;Greek - S'agapo&lt;br /&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo&lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;br /&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&lt;br /&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian - Szeretlek&lt;br /&gt;Icelandic - Eg elska tig&lt;br /&gt;Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;Inuit - Negligevapse&lt;br /&gt;Irish - Taim i' ngra leat&lt;br /&gt;Italian - Ti amo&lt;br /&gt;Japanese - Aishiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuththene&lt;br /&gt;Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka&lt;br /&gt;Kiswahili - Nakupenda&lt;br /&gt;Konkani - Tu magel moga cho&lt;br /&gt;Korean - Sarang Heyo&lt;br /&gt;Latin - Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Latvian - Es tevi miilu&lt;br /&gt;Lebanese - Bahibak&lt;br /&gt;Lithuanian - Tave myliu&lt;br /&gt;Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Marathi - Me tula prem karto&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik&lt;br /&gt;Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik&lt;br /&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&lt;br /&gt;Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg&lt;br /&gt;Pandacan - Syota na kita!!&lt;br /&gt;Pangasinan - Inaru Taka&lt;br /&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&lt;br /&gt;Persian - Doo-set daaram&lt;br /&gt;Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay&lt;br /&gt;Polish - Kocham Ciebie&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese - Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Romanian - Te ubesk&lt;br /&gt;Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;br /&gt;Scot Gaelic - Tha gradh agam ort&lt;br /&gt;Serbian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Setswana - Ke a go rata&lt;br /&gt;Sign Language - ,,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing 'I Love You')&lt;br /&gt;Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan&lt;br /&gt;Sioux - Techihhila&lt;br /&gt;Slovak - Lu'bim ta&lt;br /&gt;Slovenian - Ljubim te&lt;br /&gt;Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&lt;br /&gt;Swedish - Jag alskar dig&lt;br /&gt;Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li&lt;br /&gt;Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&lt;br /&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&lt;br /&gt;Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Turkish - Seni Seviyorum&lt;br /&gt;Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;Urdu - Mai aap say pyaar karta hoo&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-186.html" target="_top"&gt;Welsh&lt;/a&gt; - 'Rwy'n dy garu&lt;br /&gt;Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh&lt;br /&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8195867930300356528?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8195867930300356528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=8195867930300356528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8195867930300356528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8195867930300356528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-you-can-express-with-these-words.html' title='Love: you can express with these words'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-7665252962111719452</id><published>2007-03-26T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:01:59.008+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Test for Idiocy</title><content type='html'>Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's find out just how clever you really are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question: You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person, you take his place, so you are second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to screw up next time. Now answer the second question, but don't take as much time as you took for the first one, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Question: If you overtake the last person, then you are...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question: Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000, now add 10. What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get 5000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is actually 4100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe it, check it with a calculator! Today is definitely not your day, is it? Maybe you'll get the last question right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question: Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you Answer Nunu? NO! Of course it isn't. Her name is Mary. Read the question again!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Question: A mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-167.html" target="_top"&gt;toothbrush&lt;/a&gt;. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done. Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of sunglasses; how does he indicate what he wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: He just has to open his mouth and ask. It's really very simple.... Like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-7665252962111719452?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/7665252962111719452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=7665252962111719452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7665252962111719452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7665252962111719452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/test-for-idiocy.html' title='Test for Idiocy'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-4093258006287870997</id><published>2007-03-18T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:57:57.309+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>It's really strange !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkAKEZAe-sI/AAAAAAAAABs/bY_-Vwv4rHg/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062057051713108674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkAKEZAe-sI/AAAAAAAAABs/bY_-Vwv4rHg/s320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A teenage girl from Saransk, Russia, claims to have X-ray-like vision, which lets her see inside of human bodies, to make diagnoses that often are more accurate than those of &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;doctors&lt;/a&gt;. First widely hailed in Russia as "the girl with X-ray eyes," 19 years old Natasha Demkina has a growing following of patients, doctors, journalists, and others who are convinced her powers are real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hundred and twelve years ago, German physicist Wilhelm Roentgen announced his discovery of an invisible form of radiation that could make photographs of bones and organs inside a living human body. At first, many scientists called the discovery of "X-rays" a hoax, but when the skeptics put Roentgen's claims to the test, they quickly were convinced about one of the greatest discoveries in science and medicine. Indeed, just six years after his discovery, Roentgen was awarded the first Nobel Prize in physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In March 2004, the producer of a Discovery Channel documentary on Natasha asked the Committee for the Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal (CSICOP) and the affiliated Commission for Scientific Medicine and &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;Mental Health&lt;/a&gt; (CSMMH) to scientifically test the young woman's claims. In response, CSICOP research fellows Ray Hyman, Ph.D. and Richard Wiseman, Ph.D., and I designed a preliminary test for judging whether her abilities warranted further, study. After Natasha, her mother, her agent, and the producer agreed to the test rules, we all flew to New York for filming the test on the City College of New York campus.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hyman, professor emeritus of &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;psychology&lt;/a&gt; at the University of Oregon, in Eugene, and Dr. Wiseman, professor of psychology at the University of Hertfordshire, in the United Kingdom, have extensive experience in testing people who claim paranormal powers. I served more than nine years as an associate editor and investigative reporter for the Journal of the American &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;Medical Association&lt;/a&gt;. Based on our preliminary research, we suspected Natasha may be using a remarkably simple but convincing technique called "cold reading," which is commonly used by psychics, astrologers, and other fortune tellers. It works especially well with people who are eager to believe the reader and therefore inclined to interpret misses as hits. Typically, the psychic offers a smorgasboard of statements while looking for any that are confirmed or get a reaction. In most cases, the client willingly twists what was said to fit his or her experiences -- "a male relative with a name like James or John" is interpreted as meaning "Aunt Jane who passed away last year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarly, Natasha scans her patients from head to toe and describes a long list of abnormalities she says she sees. When she gave me a reading, preciously few organs passed the inspection. My neck vertebrae were too tight, too close. The bronchial tubes of my lungs had phlegm. The muscle on the left side of my heart is a bit weak and the valve closes late. The mucosa of my stomach is abnormal. A segment of my &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;liver&lt;/a&gt; was enlarged and I was suffering poor bile circulation. The head of my pancreas is increased and abnormally dark (although not seriously). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My duodenum has a little scar. My prostate gland has a nodule and is inflamed. My right kidney has "sand," while my left kidney's urethra is enlarged. In other words, I should forget about ever again signing an &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;organ donor card&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither my physician nor I are aware of any of these problems. Nevertheless, Natasha and her supporters claim she sees what doctors and their tests often miss. The only way I could prove her wrong would be to submit to an autopsy -- which I'm not quite ready to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we designed a simple test that would eliminate the possibility of using cold reading to fish for correct information and to prevent Natasha from making diagnoses that could not be disproved without an autopsy. We recruited six volunteers, who each had a different &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;medical condition&lt;/a&gt; visible on X-rays, plus a "normal" subject who had none of the six target conditions. Natasha was handed six test cards, each with a description of a target medical condition, in English and Russian. We also provided her with anatomical drawings to make sure she understood exactly what to look for and where to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The target conditions were: a removed appendix, a removed lower section of the esophagus, metal staples left in the chest after &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;surgery&lt;/a&gt;; an artificial hip joint; a surgically removed upper section of the left lung; and a metal plate covering a removed section of the skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natasha claims she can see abnormalities down to the cellular level and her mother says her readings are 100 percent accurate. So the test which required her to match at least five of the target medical conditions to the correct subjects should have been a breeze. She didn't have to scan their entire bodies for unknown conditions. She was told exactly what to look for and exactly where to look. Yet, it took her more than fours to complete the test and she only matched four of the conditions correctly a score that everyone prior to the test had agreed upon would not justify further testing.Natasha's most dramatic misdiagnosis was her failure to see a large metal plate covering a missing section of skull in a man who had a large &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-200.html" target="_top"&gt;brain tumor&lt;/a&gt; removed. Instead, she indicated that she "saw" a metal plate and missing skull section in a man who had a removed appendix but normal skull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-4093258006287870997?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/4093258006287870997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=4093258006287870997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4093258006287870997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/4093258006287870997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-really-strange.html' title='It&apos;s really strange !!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkAKEZAe-sI/AAAAAAAAABs/bY_-Vwv4rHg/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-8250577822788256374</id><published>2007-03-13T11:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:13:15.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love:The Salty Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkANwpAe-tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZmxS4e6u-us/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062061110457203410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkANwpAe-tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZmxS4e6u-us/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.. suddenly he asked the waiter: "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: "Why you have this hobby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He replied: "When I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea , just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-83.html" target="_top"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you -- The Salty Coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sweet. She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive&lt;br /&gt;not 2 c but understand&lt;br /&gt;not 2 hear but 2 listen&lt;br /&gt;not 2 let go but HOLD ON !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-8250577822788256374?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8250577822788256374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=8250577822788256374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8250577822788256374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/8250577822788256374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/lovethe-salty-coffee.html' title='Love:The Salty Coffee'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkANwpAe-tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZmxS4e6u-us/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-5543139000207617758</id><published>2007-03-11T11:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:47:17.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>The Top 10 Languages Spoken in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. French - Number of speakers: 129 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Often called the most romantic language in the world, French is spoken in tons of countries, including Belgium, &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-204.html" target="_top"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt;, Rwanda, Cameroon, and Haiti. Oh, and France too. We're actually very lucky that French is so popular, because without it, we might have been stuck with Dutch Toast, Dutch Fries, and Dutch kissing (ew!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in French, say "Bonjour" (bone-JOOR). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Malay – Indonesian Number of speakers: 159 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malay-Indonesian is spoken - surprise - in Malaysia and Indonesia. Actually, we kinda fudged the numbers on this one because there are many dialects of Malay, the most popular of which is Indonesian. But they're all pretty much based on the same root language, which makes it the ninth most-spoken in the world. Indonesia is a fascinating place; a nation made up of over 13,000 islands it is the sixth most populated country in the world. Malaysia borders on two of the larger parts of Indonesia (including the island of Borneo), and is mostly known for its capital city of &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-204.html" target="_top"&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in Indonesian, say "Selamat pagi" (se-LA-maht PA-gee). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Portuguese - Number of speakers: 191 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think of Portuguese as the little language that could. In the 12th Century, Portugal won its independence from &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-204.html" target="_top"&gt;Spain&lt;/a&gt; and expanded all over the world with the help of its famous explorers like Vasco da Gama and Prince Henry the Navigator. (Good thing Henry became a navigator. Could you imagine if a guy named "Prince Henry the Navigator" became a florist?) Because Portugal got in so early on the exploring game, the language established itself all over the world, especially in Brazil (where it's the national language), &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-204.html" target="_top"&gt;Macau&lt;/a&gt;, Angola, Venezuela, and Mozambique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in Portuguese, say "Bom dia" (bohn DEE-ah). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Bengali - Number of speakers: 211 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Bangladesh, a country of 120+ million people, just about everybody speaks Bengali. And because Bangladesh is virtually surrounded by India (where the population is growing so fast, just breathing the air can get you pregnant), the number of Bengali speakers in the world is much higher than most people would expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in Bengali, say "Ei Je" (EYE-jay). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Arabic - Number of speakers: 246 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arabic, one of the world's oldest languages, is spoken in the Middle East, with speakers found in countries such as Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria, Jordan, Lebanon, and Egypt. Furthermore, because Arabic is the language of the Koran, millions of Moslems in other countries speak Arabic as well. So many people have a working knowledge of Arabic, in fact, that in 1974 it was made the sixth official language of the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in Arabic, say "Al salaam a'alaykum" (Ahl sah-LAHM ah ah-LAY-koom). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Russian - Number of speakers: 277 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mikhail Gorbachev, Boris Yeltsin, and Yakov Smirnoff are among the millions of Russian speakers out there. Sure, we used to think of them as our Commie enemies. Now we think of them as our Commie friends. One of the six languages in the UN, Russian is spoken not only in the Mother Country, but also in Belarus, Kazakhstan, and the U.S. (to name just a few places).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in Russian, say "Zdravstvuite" (ZDRAST-vet- yah). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Spanish - Number of speakers: 392 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aside from all of those kids who take it in high school, Spanish is spoken in just about every South American and Central American country, not to mention Spain, &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-204.html" target="_top"&gt;Cuba&lt;/a&gt;, and the U.S. There is a particular interest in Spanish in the U.S., as many English words are borrowed from the language, including: tornado, bonanza, patio, quesadilla, enchilada, and taco grande supreme.&lt;br /&gt;To say "hello" in Spanish, say "Hola" (OH-la). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Hindustani - Number of speakers: 497 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindustani is the primary language of India's crowded population, and it encompasses a huge number of dialects (of which the most commonly spoken is Hindi). While many predict that the population of India will soon surpass that of &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-204.html" target="_top"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;, the prominence of English in India prevents Hindustani from surpassing the most popular language in the world. If you're interested in learning a little Hindi, there's a very easy way: rent an Indian movie. The film industry in India is the most prolific in the world, making thousands of action/romance/musicals every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in Hindustani, say "Namaste" (Nah-MAH-stay). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. English - Number of speakers: 508 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While English doesn't have the most speakers, it is the official language of more countries than any other language. Its speakers hail from all around the world, including the U.S., Australia, England, Zimbabwe, the Caribbean, &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-204.html" target="_top"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/a&gt;, South Africa, and Canada. We'd tell you more about English, but you probably feel pretty comfortable with the language already. Let's just move on to the most popular language in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in English, say "What's up, freak?" (watz-UP-freek). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Mandarin - Number of speakers: 1 billion+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surprise, surprise, the most widely spoken language on the planet is based in the most populated country on the planet, China. Beating second-place English by a 2 to 1 ratio, but don't let that lull you into thinking that Mandarin is easy to learn. Speaking Mandarin can be really tough, because each word can be pronounced in four ways (or "tones"), and a beginner will invariably have trouble distinguishing one tone from another. But if over a billion people could do it, so could you. Try saying hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say "hello" in Mandarin, say "Ni hao" (Nee HaOW). ("Hao" is pronounced as one syllable, but the tone requires that you let your voice drop midway, and then raise it again at the end.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-5543139000207617758?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/5543139000207617758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=5543139000207617758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5543139000207617758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/5543139000207617758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-10-languages-spoken-in-world.html' title='The Top 10 Languages Spoken in the World'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1507146536170093619</id><published>2007-03-09T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:50:48.909+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>IQ Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. What do you put in a toaster?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: The answer is bread. If you said "toast", then give up now and go do something else. Try not to hurt yourself. If you said, "bread", go to question two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Say "silk" five times. Now spell "silk". What do cows drink? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Cows drink water. If you said "milk", please do not attempt the next question. . If you said "water" then proceed to question three. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. If a red house is made from red bricks and a blue house is made from blue bricks and a pink house is made from pink bricks and a black house is made from black bricks, what is a greenhouse made from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Greenhouses are made from glass. If you said "glass", then go on to question four. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Twenty years ago, a plane is flying at 20,000 feet over Germany. If you will recall, Germany at the time was politically divided into West Germany and East Germany. Anyway, during the flight, TWO of the engines fail. The pilot, realizing that the last remaining engine is also failing, decides on a crash landing procedure. Unfortunately the engine fails before he has time and the plane crashes smack in the middle of "no man's land" between East Germany and West Germany. Where would you bury the survivors - East Germany or West Germany or in "no man's land"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;You don't, of course, bury survivors. If you said, "Don't bury the survivors" then proceed to the next question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. If the hour hand on a clock moves 1/60th of a degree every minute then how many degrees will the hour hand move in one hour? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; One degree. If you said "360 degrees" or anything other than “one degree”, you are to be congratulated on getting this far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Without using a calculator - You are driving a bus from London to Milford Haven in Wales. In London, 17 people get on the bus. In Reading, six people get off the bus and nine people get on. In Swindon, Two people get off and four get on. In Cardiff, 11 people get off and 16 people get on. In Swansea, three people get off and five people get on. In Carmarthen, six people get off and three get on. You then arrive at Milford Haven. What was the name of the bus driver and what is his age? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Oh, for heaven sake! It was YOU and your age. Read the first line again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1507146536170093619?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1507146536170093619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1507146536170093619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1507146536170093619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1507146536170093619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/iq-test.html' title='IQ Test'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-3368501666524185016</id><published>2007-03-08T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:21:38.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>NEVER BE SHY TO SAY YOUR LOVE THAT YOU LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkAP2pAe-uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OmfGLWKzDRk/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062063412559674082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkAP2pAe-uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OmfGLWKzDRk/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sweet story of one of my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th Grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it. After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th Grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends," so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Few Years Later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, "I Do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, "You came!" She said, "Thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend. At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish he would tell me he loved me…" I wish I did too… I thought to myself, and I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-3368501666524185016?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/3368501666524185016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=3368501666524185016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/3368501666524185016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/3368501666524185016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/never-be-shy-to-say-your-love-that-you.html' title='NEVER BE SHY TO SAY YOUR LOVE THAT YOU LOVE'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IBFv1K08QTQ/RkAP2pAe-uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OmfGLWKzDRk/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-1362964221749882185</id><published>2007-03-08T11:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:40:48.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Four C's of Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond color is graded on a scale of the alphabet, using letters D through Z. The letters A, B, and C aren't used. This is because when the Gemological Institute of America invented the scale they wanted to disassociate it from &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-130.html" target="_top"&gt;jewelry stores&lt;/a&gt; that used their own color grade scales. The colors D, E, and F are considered to be completely colorless. D is of course, the best. Some famous diamonds are actually leaning towards the Z end of the scale but aren't quite "Fancy colored", like the faint yellow 55-carat Sancy Diamond. The largest known D-color diamond in the world is the Centenary, which weighs 273.85 carats. The second largest is probably the Millennium Star, which weighs 203.04 carats. Some diamonds do not fit onto the scale, such as fancy colored diamonds. Diamonds occur in every color of the rainbow. The rarest colors are red and purple, and combinations of those two colors. Yellow and brown are the most common color of diamond, but colorless is the most popular as far as &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-130.html" target="_top"&gt;jewelry&lt;/a&gt; is concerned. (Colored diamonds are very gradually appearing in more and more jewelry stores as they become more well-known.) Blues and greens are very rare, especially naturally colored stones. Some lightly colored diamonds (light light pink, light light blue, ect.) are irradiated to make their color more intense. This means that low fields of radiation are beamed into the cut and polished stone, darkening the outer part of the stone all the way around. The process is permanent and professionally accepted in the diamond industry. Probably the largest irradiated diamond is the Deepdene, a 104.88-carat golden yellow cushion shaped stone.&lt;br /&gt;The Color Scale Terms for Distinct Colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint *&lt;br /&gt;Very Light *&lt;br /&gt;Light *&lt;br /&gt;Fancy LightFancyFancy IntenseFancy Vivid*&lt;br /&gt;May fall into the lower end of the D-Z scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color scale for colorless to near-colorless diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-130.html" target="_top"&gt;fancy colored diamond&lt;/a&gt; will cost you much much more than an irradiated one. Such well known diamonds as the Hope, the Dresden Green, the Tiffany Yellow, the Conde Pink, and Sultan of Morocco, the Transvaal Blue, the Wittelsbach, the Agra, and the Great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysanthemum are all very very unique because they were not irradiated. One remarkable stone, the Dresden Green, stands out amoung the naturals. It is the largest green diamond in the world at 40.70 carats. The fact it is an historic diamond, quite large and a natural green color with a slight blue overtone makes it virtually priceless. The Hope is also very unusual for the same reasons, but much more famous. The stone was originally a rather flat, blocky 110-carat rough. It was cut into a triangular pear of 68 carats, and then again into the 45.52-carat &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-130.html" target="_top"&gt;cushion cut&lt;/a&gt; it is today. The Conde Pink is a pear shaped 9.01-carat pink stone once owned by Louis XIII, also a naturally colored diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1988, Sotheby's Auction House also sold a round, 0.90-carat, VS2 clarity, vivid green of natural color for $663,000 to an American collector. The per-carat price was over $736,000. This per-carat price is second to the 0.95-carat Hancock Red Diamond that sold also at Sotheby's for $880,000 (or $926,315 per-carat) on April 28, 1987. The stone is rumored to have been bought by a man representing the Sultan of Brunei, who is said to have one of the largest colored diamond collections in the world. All in all, a colored diamond is going to cost more than a colorless one, but colorless diamonds will probably always be more popular in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond clarity is measured on a scale of I3 to FL. These are short for Imperfect 3 and Flawless. I3 (imperfect, eye visible inclusions), I2 (imperfect, eye visible inclusions), and I1 (imperfect, eye visible inclusions). I3 is the worst one the scale. It's so included that it looks like there is a cottonball trapped inside the diamond. Then higher up on the scale is SI2 (slight inclusions), and SI1 (slight inclusions). Many SI diamonds that are finely cut may look alot better than their clarity calls for. VS2 and VS1 are the next on the scale, standing for very small inclusions. Both the Hope and the Tiffany &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-130.html" target="_top"&gt;Yellow Diamond&lt;/a&gt; are of VS1 in clarity. VVS1 and VVS2 stand for very very small inclusions. The 137-carat Light of Peace is a VVS1 in clarity and a D in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF stands for internally flawless, and then FL, which stands for flawless. In your everyday jewelry store, an interally flawless diamond is unusual. D, E, and F-&lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-130.html" target="_top"&gt;color diamonds&lt;/a&gt; are fairly common, especially smaller ones. A combination of D-color and Internally Flawless is rare, and therefore more expensive. The two largest faceted D-Internally Flawless diamonds that I know of are the 273.85-carat Centenary Diamond and the 203.04-carat Millenium Star Diamond. The largest Internally Flawless diamond is the Incomparable, which is a 407-carat Fancy Brownish-Yellow "triolette" shape. Flawless diamonds are quite rare. The highest grade one usually sees is Interally Flawless. You could search the world for a Flawless diamond but there wouldn't be much point -- an Internally Flawless would essentially be just as good. The only difference is an Internally Flawless diamond is allowed to have 'naturals', which are unpolished surfaces of the original &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-130.html" target="_top"&gt;diamond&lt;/a&gt; crystal still remaining on the finished gem. They are usually small and hidden from view on the pavilion side of the stone, up near the girdle. They tend to have a glassy (but not polished) look, sometimes showing 'trigons', which are triangular depressions characteristic of many diamond crystals. As long as that aren't visible in the face-up diamond, they don't affect the clarity grade. However, they can't be present in a diamond for it to receive a Flawless grading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many many different types of diamond cuts. The most common is the round brilliant, which has 57 facets. There are several very common variations on the round brilliant - the oval, the marquise, some cushion cuts, and the pear. All of which, in standard form, have 57 facets. Other very common diamond cuts are the heart, the step, and the princess. The sky is the limit as far as diamond cuts go. The last I heard, there are 255 registered diamond cuts.&lt;br /&gt;However, the ones I just mentioned are the most common because some exotic cuts can waste rough stone. Heart cuts have become very popular the past few years, partly because of the booming diamond industry, and the film "Titanic", which featured a large heart cut blue sapphire that was thrown into the ocean. The movie prop was fake. However, after the film's release, a jewelry company faceted a heart cut sapphire identical to the stone in the film, then mounted it in a necklace to match. People often confuse the Hope Diamond and the 'Heart of Ocean' - both were blue, and both were surrounded by smaller white stones. However, one is a heart cut and the other a cushion, and the 'Heart of the Ocean' is considerably larger than the Hope Diamond. I am perpetually irritated by people confusing the Hope with the 'Heart of the Ocean.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carat-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carat weight is the most deciding factor as to the value of a diamond. A well cut diamond of SI1 clarity and a weight of 4.00 carats would be worth alot more than one of the same clarity, but weighing 1.60 carats and VS2 clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest faceted diamond in the world is the Golden Jubilee, weighing 545.67 carats. It is a Fancy Brownish-Yellow color and "fire rose cushion cut." It is unusual also because it has a certain type of rare color banding. The second largest faceted diamond in the world is the Star of Africa, also known as the Cullinan I. It weighs 530.20 carats and is a pear shape with 74 facets. The third largest diamond in the world is the Incomparable. It is a golden yellow-orange color, pear shaped, and weighs 407 carats. The fourth largest faceted diamond in the world is the Cullinan II. It was cut from the same stone as the Star of Africa - aka Cullinan I. It weighs 317.40 carats and is a cushion cut.Up until 2001, the most valuable diamond (price-per-carat) was the 0.95-carat fancy red Hancock Red that had been sold at auction at Christies, NYC, for $880,000 ($926,315 per-carat). The stone was apparently purchased by a buyer representing the Sultan of Brunei, who reputedly has one of the largest collections of fancy colored diamonds in the world. I am not exactly sure which diamond holds the world record for the highest price per-carat, but I am almost certain its no longer held by the Hancock Red. Time will tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-1362964221749882185?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1362964221749882185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=1362964221749882185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1362964221749882185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/1362964221749882185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/four-cs-of-diamonds.html' title='Four C&apos;s of Diamonds'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-527050306512019766</id><published>2007-03-04T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:52:58.776+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Knowledge'/><title type='text'>List of International Postal Services</title><content type='html'>Here is the list of Postal Service websites of each country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian Postal Service - &lt;a href="http://www.auspost.com.au"&gt;http://www.auspost.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States of America - &lt;a href="http://www.usps.com"&gt;http://www.usps.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Postal Service - &lt;a href="http://www.indiapost.gov.in"&gt;http://www.indiapost.gov.in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan Postal Service - &lt;a href="http://www.japanpost.jp"&gt;http://www.japanpost.jp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK Postal Service - &lt;a href="http://www.royalmail.com"&gt;http://www.royalmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China Post - &lt;a href="http://www.chinapost.gov.cn/"&gt;http://www.chinapost.gov.cn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-217.html" target="_top"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong Post - &lt;a href="http://www.hongkongpost.com/"&gt;http://www.hongkongpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-527050306512019766?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/527050306512019766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=527050306512019766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/527050306512019766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/527050306512019766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/03/list-of-international-postal-services.html' title='List of International Postal Services'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395853499866871953.post-7688946267578505739</id><published>2007-02-17T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:04:40.406+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Joke Time'/><title type='text'>Family Problem</title><content type='html'>Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian man said to the American,"You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't even met once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call this arranged marriage.I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love...I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American said, " Talking about love marriages?... I'll tell you my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;"After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son I.e. My brother is my grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say you have family problems.. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395853499866871953-7688946267578505739?l=desimartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/feeds/7688946267578505739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395853499866871953&amp;postID=7688946267578505739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7688946267578505739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395853499866871953/posts/default/7688946267578505739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desimartini.blogspot.com/2007/02/family-problem.html' title='Family Problem'/><author><name>Kunika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
