<?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-5867330622826184530</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:13:30.264-08:00</updated><category term='value'/><category term='self heal'/><category term='aundh'/><category term='Microsoft'/><category term='Govinda'/><category term='wise'/><category term='Boy girl'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='Viman Nagar'/><category term='Mandaar'/><category term='sand'/><category term='IT'/><category term='nokia Care map'/><category term='wait'/><category term='Manan'/><category term='Tirupati'/><category term='winter'/><category term='nokia Care Pune'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='h1n1'/><category term='Pimple Saudagar'/><category term='summer'/><category term='birth day'/><category term='tips'/><category term='family'/><category term='Love sucesses wealth what you want : nice story'/><category term='love curd rice curdrice sindhu'/><category term='vaccine'/><category term='Home'/><category term='tomato'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='friend'/><category term='Vakad'/><category term='Wife'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='mandar'/><category term='mudras'/><category term='father'/><category term='Angel'/><category term='Nokia'/><category term='Pune'/><category term='girl mother letter abortion'/><category term='Short Neurological Test'/><category term='son'/><category term='2010'/><category term='millioner'/><category term='india'/><category term='Indore'/><category term='heart'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='9'/><category term='tip'/><category term='life'/><category term='APTDC'/><category term='Incident terrorism threats explosions'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='shay'/><category term='Hinjewadi'/><category term='power'/><category term='waiter'/><category term='remember'/><category term='earth save the earth innocent  animals'/><category term='health'/><category term='leaf'/><category term='Tirumala'/><title type='text'>Rendezvous with Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-2989532555681126450</id><published>2012-01-30T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:13:30.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupon codes and You</title><content type='html'>Coupon code is one of the types of internet shopping promotions which allow you to get some great deals online. You can get the coupon code from various sites like coupondunia.in, retailmenot.com, couponzguru etc. You need to visit the sites and put in the name of shopping/vendor site for which you are looking for coupon and it will give you multiple options available for them. Some of the coupons are for a particular credit card/bank and some are usually applicable only if you shop for more than a certain amount or purchase certain items like Books. Normally you will get an option to enter the coupon code in your shopping cart. You might get an error after you apply the coupon code as most of the coupon code carries an expiry tag attached to them. This is usually done by merchants to monitor how many times the promotion is being used and they usually discontinue after they attain a certain target. If the coupon code is not working then its wise to look for another code out of many options available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coupon site are one of the best place to get some amazing deals and one of my favourite is &lt;a href="http://www.coupondunia.in"&gt;www.coupondunia.in&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.coupondunia.in/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have used it to get great deals for indiaplaza, yebhi and letsbuy among many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-2989532555681126450?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2989532555681126450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=2989532555681126450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2989532555681126450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2989532555681126450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/coupon-codes-and-you.html' title='Coupon codes and You'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-430334249274130384</id><published>2011-06-25T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:57:53.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Neurological Test'/><title type='text'>Short Neurological Test</title><content type='html'>1 - Find the C below, Please do not use any cursor help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - If you already found the C, now find the 6 below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;69999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Now find the N below. It's a little more difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT a joke.  If you were able to pass these 3 tests, you can cancel your annual visit to your neurologist.  Your brain is great and you're far from having a close relationship with Alzheimer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-430334249274130384?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/430334249274130384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=430334249274130384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/430334249274130384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/430334249274130384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-neurological-test.html' title='Short Neurological Test'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-3818883589603165743</id><published>2011-06-25T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:16:09.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='millioner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Microsoft'/><title type='text'>Tomato Story : not sure if this is true</title><content type='html'>A Jobless man applied for the position of 'office boy' at Microsoft. The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are employed' he said.  Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when  you may start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied 'But I don't have a computer, neither an email'. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry', said the HR manager. If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg tomato crate. &lt;br /&gt;He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, &lt;br /&gt;he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, &lt;br /&gt;and returned home with $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US ...&lt;br /&gt;He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan. &lt;br /&gt;When the conversation was concluded the broker asked him his email. &lt;br /&gt;The man replied,'I don't have an email.' &lt;br /&gt;The broker answered curiously, 'You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an e mail?!!' The man thought for a while and replied, 'Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moral 1 &lt;br /&gt;Internet is not the solution to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral 2  &lt;br /&gt;If you don't have Internet, and work hard, you can be a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral 3 &lt;br /&gt;If you received this message by email, &lt;br /&gt;you are closer to being a office boy/girl,than a millionaire..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-3818883589603165743?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3818883589603165743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=3818883589603165743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3818883589603165743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3818883589603165743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomato-story-not-sure-if-this-is-true.html' title='Tomato Story : not sure if this is true'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-5248145147484548273</id><published>2011-05-21T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:01:02.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraud in the name of TCS</title><content type='html'>I received below mail in the name of TCS. My first reaction after seeing TCS mail coming from an hotmail id was what happened to their web service. After reading the mail i realize that this is nothing but another fraud in the name of a reputed company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the mail content below..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata Consultancy Services(TCS)&lt;br /&gt;A, Sec 63, Distt Gautam Noida&lt;br /&gt;- 201 301, Budh Nagar, Inderpuri,&lt;br /&gt;Email:tataconsultancyservice_2011@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REF: "TATA CONSULTANCY SERVICE" DIRECT RECRUITMENTS OFFER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Resume has been selected from CLICK JOBS  for our new plant. The&lt;br /&gt;Company selected 62 candidates list for Senior Engineer, IT, Administration,&lt;br /&gt;Production, marketing ,Retail and general service Departments. It is our pleasure to inform&lt;br /&gt;you that your Resume was selected as one of the 62 candidates shortlisted for the&lt;br /&gt;interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata Consultancy Services(TCS)  is involved for Senior Engineer, IT, Administration,&lt;br /&gt;Production, marketing ,Retail and general service Departments in India; The&lt;br /&gt;Company is recruiting the candidates for our new plants in Delhi, Bangalore, Pune.Hyderabad&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata ,Chennai and Mumbai. Your interview will be held at The Company Corporate office in&lt;br /&gt;New Delhi on 27th Of May at 11.30am, we are  pleased to inform you that the&lt;br /&gt;62 candidate’s selected 56 candidates will be giving appointment, meaning your&lt;br /&gt;Application can be in progress to the final stage. You will have to come to the&lt;br /&gt;Company corporate office in New Delhi. Your offer letter with Air Ticket will be&lt;br /&gt;sent to you by courier before date of interview. The Company can offer you a salary&lt;br /&gt;with benefits for this post 65, 000/- to 200, 000/- P.M. + (HRA + D.A + Conveyance&lt;br /&gt;and other Company benefits. The Designation and Job Location will be fixing by&lt;br /&gt;Company HRD. At time of final process. You have to come with photo-copies of all&lt;br /&gt;required documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REQUIRED DOCUMENTS BY THE COMPANY HRD&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;1) Photo-copies of Qualification Documents.&lt;br /&gt;2) Photo-copies of Experience Certificates (If any)&lt;br /&gt;3) Photo-copies of Address Proof&lt;br /&gt;4) Two Passport&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Names:&lt;br /&gt;2. Contact Address:&lt;br /&gt;3. Mobile Number:&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex:&lt;br /&gt;5. Age:&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;You are to deposit a cash of 14, 200/-(Fourteen thousand two hundred rupees) as an&lt;br /&gt;initial amount in favour of our Company accountant name in charges to collect your payment.&lt;br /&gt;Payment for the Rs. 14,200/- (Fourteen thousand two hundred rupees) through any [STATEBANK OF INDIA]&lt;br /&gt;OR [ICICI BANK] Branch from your Home City to our Company accountant name in charge. Account NO,&lt;br /&gt;which will be sending to you upon your response. This is a refundable interview security deposit.&lt;br /&gt;Your offer letter With Air tickets will be send to your Home Address by courier after receiving&lt;br /&gt;The confirmation of interview security deposit. This Company will pay all the&lt;br /&gt;expenditure to you at the time of face-to-face meeting with you in our corporate office. The Job&lt;br /&gt;profile, salary offer, and date -time of interview will be mention in your offer letter.&lt;br /&gt;Your offer letter will dispatch very shortly after receiving your confirmation of cash&lt;br /&gt;deposited in STATE BANK OF INDIA OR ICICI BANK. We wish you the best of&lt;br /&gt;luck for the subsequent and remaining stage. The last date of security deposited in&lt;br /&gt;bank 23rd Of May 2011 you have to give the information after deposited the&lt;br /&gt;Security amount in bank to the Company HRD -direct recruitment via email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Letter with supporting document will be dispatch same time by courier to your&lt;br /&gt;postal address after receipt of security deposit confirmation in bank. The interview&lt;br /&gt;process and arrangement expenditure will be paid by Tata Consultancy Services(TCS). Lodging,&lt;br /&gt;travelling and local conveyance actual will be paid by Tata Consultancy Services(TCS) as per&lt;br /&gt;bills. The candidate has to deposit the initial refundable security as mentioned by&lt;br /&gt;HRD.&lt;br /&gt;NB: You are advice to reconfirm your mailing address and phone number in&lt;br /&gt;your reply. And 14,200/- (Fourteen thousand Two hundred rupees) will be the refundable&lt;br /&gt;Amount, as 200 rupees will be deducted as bank charges for funds deposit. And if&lt;br /&gt;you are been selected or not, still the amount will be refunded to you, as the amount&lt;br /&gt;is just to prove that you will be coming for the interview in order for us not to run at&lt;br /&gt;lost after sending you the air ticket and you don't show up on the day of interview.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best of lucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ramesh Kumar&lt;br /&gt;Chief Executive Officer, Managing Director, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________ ______________ ______________ ______________&lt;br /&gt;Sent via the KillerWebMail system at shabakah.net.sa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5248145147484548273?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5248145147484548273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5248145147484548273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5248145147484548273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5248145147484548273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/fraud-in-name-of-tcs.html' title='Fraud in the name of TCS'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-3117131221897459147</id><published>2011-04-10T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:55:30.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Anna Hazare rebuilt Ralegan Siddhi from barren village to a green belt - The Economic Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/politics/nation/how-anna-hazare-rebuilt-ralegan-siddhi-from-barren-village-to-a-green-belt/articleshow/7932355.cms"&gt;How Anna Hazare rebuilt Ralegan Siddhi from barren village to a green belt - The Economic Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-3117131221897459147?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/politics/nation/how-anna-hazare-rebuilt-ralegan-siddhi-from-barren-village-to-a-green-belt/articleshow/7932355.cms' title='How Anna Hazare rebuilt Ralegan Siddhi from barren village to a green belt - The Economic Times'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3117131221897459147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=3117131221897459147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3117131221897459147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3117131221897459147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-anna-hazare-rebuilt-ralegan-siddhi.html' title='How Anna Hazare rebuilt Ralegan Siddhi from barren village to a green belt - The Economic Times'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-5586734076841378406</id><published>2011-04-09T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T04:54:15.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malinga -- Before and after world Cup-2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj8NKJvJXio/TaBIvJpRGGI/AAAAAAAADH4/-UG31_Yjr1s/s1600/malinga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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After much consideration, I've decided to install LOVE. Can you guide me through the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready to install it now. What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I have, but there are several other programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What programs are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let's see... I have PAST-HURT.EXE, LOW-ESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.EXE running now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: No problem. LOVE will gradually erase PAST-HURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOW-ESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGH-ESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.EXE. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until it's erased the programs you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, now LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes. You should receive a message that says it will stay installed for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I do. Is it completely installed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other HEARTs in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops. I have an error message already. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What does the message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: It says, "ERROR 412-PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPONENTS." What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Don't worry, that's a common problem. It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTs but has not yet been run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming things, but in non-technical terms it means you have to "LOVE" your own machine before it can "LOVE" others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Can you pull down the directory called "SELF-ACCEPTANCE"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Excellent. You're getting good at this. Now, click on the following files and then copy them to the "MYHEART" directory: FORGIVE-SELF.DOC, REALIZE-WORTH.TXT, and ACKNOWLEDGE-LIMITATIONS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete SELF-CRITICISM.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with new files. SMILE.MP3 is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.EXE are copying themselves all over my HEART. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes a while, but eventually everything gets downloaded at the proper time. So, LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. Ah, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some similarly cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I will! Thanks for your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-8265379767656829241?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8265379767656829241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=8265379767656829241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8265379767656829241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8265379767656829241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/install-love-on-human-computer.html' title='Install Love on Human Computer'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-3142785291866736036</id><published>2010-11-27T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T08:50:33.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice story..just for sharing</title><content type='html'>A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum: Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy? I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York CityGarden(? ), $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions: 1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym) 2) Which age group should I target? 3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks &amp; are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys 4) How do you decide who can be your wife, &amp; who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO some group&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-3142785291866736036?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3142785291866736036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=3142785291866736036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3142785291866736036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3142785291866736036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/nice-storyjust-for-sharing.html' title='A nice story..just for sharing'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-8190497717086271583</id><published>2010-09-10T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:21:48.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love sucesses wealth what you want : nice story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>May your day be a Shay Day.</title><content type='html'>Two Choices&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dedicated staff, he offered a question:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where is the natural order of things in my son?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Run to first!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shay, run to third!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-8190497717086271583?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8190497717086271583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=8190497717086271583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8190497717086271583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8190497717086271583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/may-your-day-be-shay-day.html' title='May your day be a Shay Day.'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-7426712785541643529</id><published>2010-08-14T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T05:16:49.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im.rediff.com/news/2010/aug/14sli3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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There was Suhana outside. She is my husband's colleague. We also get along very well. I opened the door, gave her a nice hug and welcomed her inside. But somehow I felt that she is not the same as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhana stays alone in a rented house in a posh area of the city. She often used to visit our house. We use to spend quality time with each other. We use to prepare snacks together always trying something new.&lt;br /&gt;My hubby used to do some office gossip with her and we use to do gossip about the world. She had the ability to crack jokes on each and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but there was some hidden charm in her. I used to get amazed while talking with her. She could easily talk about politics at one minute and move on to great  &lt;br /&gt;Curry recipe in another. Everyone ay my place was fond of her because of her nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby waved and said his usual "Hey". I asked her to join us for Pasta. She declined with a polite thank you and went to Sofa. She wasn't in her usual self and was  &lt;br /&gt;Sitting like a statue. I could feel something wrong in the air surrounding and was waiting for her to speak up. I tried to cheer her up by staring some gupshup and her response  &lt;br /&gt;Were monosyllable. At last I lost my patience and asked "Are you okay? Why are you so quite today"? She broke her silence with words which came to me like bolt from the  &lt;br /&gt;Blue,” I love your husband Maya, please give him back". I was dumbstruck. Nothing came out from my mouth.  Somehow I managed to look at my husband who was looking  &lt;br /&gt;at Suhna in great surprise. He got up and asked what are you saying Suhana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it came to my mind that is Suhana joking and making fool of me. I managed a smile and asked her What is the meaning of 'give him "back" to you'?  He is all yours  &lt;br /&gt;just send him to me when my maid is absent and he is supposed to clean the utensils. Suhana said Maya I am serious. We both love each other. We were dating each other  &lt;br /&gt;for all the 3 years of college. Due to circumstances we couldn't get married back. But I always had hope that he will come back to me someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj ....Raj what the hell she is saying I blurted out some how. with tears in my eyes. I was bewildered, feeling betrayed, broken down.There was no emotion left which didn't go through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I try to convince him to stay with me? Or should I let him decide without any influence from me? I’m afraid this whole thing will turn into a battle of ‘who fights for him  &lt;br /&gt;harder’. But NO I’m not like that, if he chooses me, I want it to be because he loves me, not because I had the ‘better argument’........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mamma I got 10 on 10 in Maths today" I was put to reality by my 7 years old son as he entered the house screaming and shouting. Meri jaan me jaan aayi.....oh, it was all  &lt;br /&gt;imagination, thank god, I am saved. But the next moment I thought what all I was thinking in the end was real me? Am I that practical? I recalled the T-Shirt quote in  &lt;br /&gt;today's Newspaper "Don't follow your heart bcoz it’s not on the right side”. I smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-6528505675805363675?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6528505675805363675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=6528505675805363675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/6528505675805363675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/6528505675805363675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/soch-lo.html' title='Soch Lo'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-6788152344872974859</id><published>2010-05-26T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:42:29.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception, Taste &amp; Priorities   .......... something to think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/S_3N-RkLzhI/AAAAAAAAC3w/TSPooIgXh1Q/s1600/Image.1.1838396223.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/S_3N-RkLzhI/AAAAAAAAC3w/TSPooIgXh1Q/s400/Image.1.1838396223.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475759191703146002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007.  The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.  During that time approximately two thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.  After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing.  He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes later:   &lt;br /&gt;The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to  walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes:   &lt;br /&gt;A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes:   &lt;br /&gt;A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly.  The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time.  This action was repeated by several other children..  Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly. &lt;br /&gt;45 minutes: &lt;br /&gt;The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.  About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour:   &lt;br /&gt;He finished playing and silence took over.  No one noticed.  No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world.  He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.  Two days before, Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story.  Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities .  The questions raised: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?  Do we stop to appreciate it?  Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made....&lt;br /&gt;How many other things are we missing????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-6788152344872974859?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6788152344872974859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=6788152344872974859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/7589705825200959484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-soleful.html' title='Something soleful'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-6056105701708724264</id><published>2010-01-10T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:18:00.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem by someone i don't know</title><content type='html'>SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores &lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child, &lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die &lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time &lt;br /&gt;To call and say, 'Hi'&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-6056105701708724264?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6056105701708724264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=6056105701708724264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/6056105701708724264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/6056105701708724264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/poem-by-someone-i-dont-know.html' title='A poem by someone i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-11788558994545155</id><published>2010-01-01T02:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:36:40.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>2010 Resolution</title><content type='html'>If you’ve made your New Year resolution throw it away or don’t bother making one this year. The only resolution you need for 2010 is to live your dream. It’s that time of the year when all of us look back and think what we could have done with this year. All of us have dreams and yes we have some pretty big dreams. While we concentrate our energies on dreaming the dreams, we aren’t concentrating on how to achieve those dreams. We aren’t concentrating on the end result the final goal. Can you imagine playing a football match with this kind of mind set; I think you’ll end up with an Own Goal. If you can dream, you can make it happen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The few achievers of this world are the ones who are 'Executioners' the ones who make it happen, in any place be it a school or a company there are 80% of sheep and 20% are executioner. Execution is the key to achieving your dreams. Nearly all of us are hesitant to start anything new, take a risk as we are scared of trying something new. Our first question before taking a step is has anyone else tried it, did it work for them. The herd mentality is so ingrained into our minds since we were kids.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How many times were you compared by friends and family to the kid down the road who got a better grade than you or won that race? Do people around you even know where those kids ended up in life. Did the top ranker in your school ever make it in life' school? This legacy of comparison is what has made Sheep' out of us, this legacy is what is keeping us from achieving our best in life. If one sheep goes to the edge of a cliff all of them follow him, what’s the end result they all fall down. The trouble is that everyone is a Sheep and if you try to show being any different it’s a joke for all of them. From a sheep's point of view the world is full of sheep'. Taking a quote from Gordon Gekko ‘Cause they’re sheep and sheep get slaughtered’. We are scared of what the world will think of we fail at something, will they laugh at me, will I be made to stand in the hall of shame till i breathe my last.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have lost the courage to say ‘It’s my life’, we’ve lost the will to take control of our dreams. If you listen to the Sheep you will never achieve your dream, this New Year we need to go ahead and take a risk in life. Block out all the sheep in your life and start living your dream. You will never have enough money or contacts or time to get the ball rolling but once you start things will fall in place. I always start if i have at least 75% clarity, never wait for the 100% nobody has it and if someone says they have it you know what they're smoking. What’s stopping you from telling someone that you’ll work for free to learn a new trade, what’s stopping you from talking to people trying to sell them things, what’s stopping you from taking a risk on something new.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The word Impossible actually means 'I M Possible', but the sheep have got it all confused. Write down what you want to achieve and identify the people who can guide you not the ones who will buy from you. Only you can make your dreams come true. Yes you will have dime a dozen advisors who will tell you not to go ahead with your plans, people will laugh at you openly or behind your back and some may even call you things they shouldn’t. There will be a bunch that will keep quiet and every little setback that you face they'll tell you 'i told you so'. Ignore all the criticism and fear of setbacks, understand one thing people who only criticize are the ones who don’t have the balls to take a risk in life. Surround yourself with people who challenge your way of thinking so that you come up with better ways of doing things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trust yourself and trust your gut instinct. What’s the Worst case scenario - you will suffer a temporary setback however, at least you will learn something new, come out smarter than when you went into it, be more ready to achieve your next big dream. Life is like a piece of steel that goes through the fire and comes out as a beautiful sword. Don’t concentrate on the fire or the hammer, concentrate on the end result the beautiful sword. Like someone once said, Aim for the moon at least you'll land on the stars. Live your dreams in the New Year….make it happen Have A Great New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-11788558994545155?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/11788558994545155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=11788558994545155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/11788558994545155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/11788558994545155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolution.html' title='2010 Resolution'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-286876539910208876</id><published>2009-11-22T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:27:28.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self heal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudras'/><title type='text'>Mudra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got it through the email and found it very useful thing to do while we bite our nails while reading self ode or reviewing other's code&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="View MUDRAS on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/22947251/MUDRAS" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-286876539910208876?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/286876539910208876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=286876539910208876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/286876539910208876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/286876539910208876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/mudra.html' title='Mudra'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-2588283207274673375</id><published>2009-10-04T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:17:46.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came across this video through my friend Satya's website(http://satyadev.net/). He is trying hard for the cause of Hindi Web. I like the video though too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0XTPSYdP08&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0XTPSYdP08&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-2588283207274673375?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2588283207274673375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=2588283207274673375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2588283207274673375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2588283207274673375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-came-across-this-video-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-4113078358721260830</id><published>2009-08-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:13:53.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='h1n1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaccine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>Swine Flu vaccine...Is this joke for India</title><content type='html'>I live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; which is considered to be  swine flu capital of  India. Currently we are in constant fear of " What will happen now". We can't leave the city and go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt; as we don't know that it is not going to hit us there. We have learnt to live with this fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read today that most big countries like USA and UK have ordered bulk vaccines which are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; now. Indian government hasn't ordered a single dose of vaccine leave procuring one. We are a country of 1+ Billion people and leave in congested areas. We all know that this disease spreads through contact. Is this not clear to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Government&lt;/span&gt; of India. We have produced so many&lt;br /&gt; " Brains" but don't we have single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; who should think about getting vaccines &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; companies who are developing vaccines are never briefed by government about how much they will need but they got order from Africa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; countries....is this thing a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys , do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-4113078358721260830?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4113078358721260830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=4113078358721260830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/4113078358721260830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/4113078358721260830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-vaccineis-this-joke-for-india.html' title='Swine Flu vaccine...Is this joke for India'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-7766852656019437057</id><published>2009-06-20T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:47:56.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum Indori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sj0EVWr9GMI/AAAAAAAAB30/qXq5QLZWroE/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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My wife has a nice Nokia 3310c handset. I gifted her on her last birthday. Few days back suddenly it developed some bad pixels in the display. I tried to find out where are Nokia Care centres available in Pune using normal infomration sources like friends, Just Dial and Nokia website. Just dial provided abosolutly wrong informaion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Nokia Website information i reached the Nokia Care Hadapsar. The centre works from 1000 to 1900 hours and when i reached that at 1030 , i got token number 15. Customer Service executives were pretty slow and were taking around 10-15 minutes per person, I got frustrated and left. Next morning I was there at sharp 1000 hours. The centre opened on time and I got token number 2. After 15 minutes i was sitting opposite to customer care person. She dutifully explained to me that they don't have display available and it will take 4-5 days for display to come. I was given a number and was asked to enquire on 5th May. I enquired and enquired and enquired again. Every time i got the same reply the parcel has left from head office but hasn't reached to them. Come on folks in india you get stuff couriered from Jammu to Kanayakumari 3-4 days( I am talking train route, DHL  will do it faster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last i decided i will give it a try to other Nokia care centre. The next closest one was near Golibar maidan on Shankar seth road.I had a seating with my Dentist for Route canal treatment and after that i decided to head to Nokia Care. It was quite a straight forward route and i need to ask to only one good riska walla, who told me in terms on traffic signal i have to travel and it was pretty accurate. I took the token and voila in flat 10 minutes i was sitting opposite to customer care person. He wished me good morning and made me feel comfortable. He listened to my issues emapathatically and assured me the job will be done today and asked me to take the seat in waiting area. As i had noting else to do i kept myself busy by watching election results. My name was called in some time and I was delivered my handset with changed display. The whole operation took around 40 minutes and job was very well done. i was asked to provide my feedback on their services whic i provided by filling a feedback form. I left Nokia care very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say Nokia care can work towards maintaining their service standards like they showed on Shankar seth road centre. I also took a photo of tha map displayed in the nokia care centre as i couldn't find that info on google map also.                                                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/ShA7ej6aWLI/AAAAAAAABxA/XZatWOC1jX4/s1600-h/160520091181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/ShA7ej6aWLI/AAAAAAAABxA/XZatWOC1jX4/s400/160520091181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336830954656389298" 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/5867330622826184530-3887955156157444931?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3887955156157444931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=3887955156157444931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3887955156157444931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3887955156157444931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-nokia-care-experience.html' title='My Nokia Care experience'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/ShA7ej6aWLI/AAAAAAAABxA/XZatWOC1jX4/s72-c/160520091181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-2365508249377116643</id><published>2009-05-13T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:39:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution to Unhappy employee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sgr3ilaqR6I/AAAAAAAABwg/aKuF8z6g860/s1600-h/Unhappy+employee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sgr3ilaqR6I/AAAAAAAABwg/aKuF8z6g860/s400/Unhappy+employee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335348882105321378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-2365508249377116643?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2365508249377116643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=2365508249377116643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2365508249377116643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2365508249377116643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Solution to Unhappy employee'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sgr3ilaqR6I/AAAAAAAABwg/aKuF8z6g860/s72-c/Unhappy+employee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-5158736355685282061</id><published>2009-05-09T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:38:31.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Business Ventures</title><content type='html'>I went to Indore last week to drop my wife and kids for their summer vacation ay my wife's folks place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to visit Khajrana Ganeshji's temple on my my visit to Indore. This time it was bit different. I have to go walking to Khajrana from my in laws place because of my 'Manuti'. This is something like 11 k.m. and turn out to be an easy task because devotion was involved.My fav prasad shop was closed. I took some prasad and incense sticks from a new shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Khajrana you have to light your incense sticks outside the temple and then after the prayer you have to put them with lots of other sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here came the twist in the tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached there one boy offered me to light my incense sticks from his matchbox. I had my matchbox but as the boy was offering a helping hand i didn't refuse. As soon as incense sticks caught the light, the boy asked me to give him some money as per my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW....... I never thought this will be the case. I didn't mind to depart from my beloved one rupee coin( which i eventually gave him) but at the same time i didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a temple where we go to get blessing from the god somebody will come to you pretending to be helping then asking for the money, i simply detest it. But after some time actually started liking the idea. The boy was not bagging, he was earning his money. For a 50 paisa matchbox he may earn something like 50 Rs. This is 5000% profit. Good job.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day i boarded to train to Pune and reached pune on next day morning. There was a riksha strike in Pune and i have to carry my beg to Bus stand to catch the bus. I read in news paper that there was a group of people who were using their own two and four wheelers to help people reach their places and that also without any payment. But i had a different experience. A person who was on bike approached to me and asked where I want to go. I told him the place and he told me that he can take me there for 100 Rs. Come on folks people should help people in the time of need not looting them. Bus fare is Rs.7 and petrol cost on a very conservative calculation will turn out to be not more then 10 Rs.. The person got some thrashing from me and left. I simply didn't like this Business idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5158736355685282061?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5158736355685282061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5158736355685282061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5158736355685282061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5158736355685282061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-business-ventures.html' title='New Business Ventures'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-2059099415229342335</id><published>2009-04-28T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:12:34.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black or White</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rediffmail.com/cgi-bin/red.cgi?red=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Efunfunky%2Ecom%2Fviewforum%2Ephp%3Ff%3D67&amp;amp;isImage=0&amp;amp;BlockImage=0"&gt;A white man was seated next to a little black girl on the airplane when he turned to her and said, &amp;quot;Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.&amp;quot;      &lt;br /&gt;The little girl, who had just opened her coloring book, closed it slowly and said to the man, &amp;quot;What would you like to talk about?&amp;quot;       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, I don't know,&amp;quot; said the man. &amp;quot;Since you are black, do you think that So-called President Elect Barak Obama is qualified for the job?&amp;quot; and he smiles.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;OK&amp;quot;, she said. 'That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass -. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?&amp;quot;       &lt;br /&gt;The man, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, &amp;quot;Hmmm, I have no idea.&amp;quot;       &lt;br /&gt;To which the little girl replies, &amp;quot;Do you really feel qualified to discuss President Barack Obama ..... when you don't know shit&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:a8d6bad5-2189-4ec9-bb20-f549e9d8ed49" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/black" rel="tag"&gt;black&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/white" rel="tag"&gt;white&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/barack" rel="tag"&gt;barack&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/obama" rel="tag"&gt;obama&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/girl" rel="tag"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/racial" rel="tag"&gt;racial&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/shit" rel="tag"&gt;shit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-2059099415229342335?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2059099415229342335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=2059099415229342335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2059099415229342335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2059099415229342335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-or-white.html' title='Black or White'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-3708689118216365799</id><published>2009-04-23T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:58:25.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls …Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't        &lt;br /&gt;crying, it means she's crying in her heart. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;When she ignores you after you've done        &lt;br /&gt;something wrong, it's best to give her some         &lt;br /&gt;time to cool down before touching her heart         &lt;br /&gt;with an apology. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A girl can't find anything to hate about the        &lt;br /&gt;guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for         &lt;br /&gt;her to 'get over him' after the relationship's         &lt;br /&gt;over.) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on        &lt;br /&gt;her mind every minute of the day, even though         &lt;br /&gt;she flirts with other guys. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;When the guy she likes smiles and stares        &lt;br /&gt;deep into her eyes, she will melt. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually        &lt;br /&gt;not sure how to react to them. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;When a particular guy flirts with a girl very        &lt;br /&gt;often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes         &lt;br /&gt;her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go         &lt;br /&gt;easy on the smiles and stare ok? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;If you don't like a girl who likes you, break        &lt;br /&gt;it to her gently. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject        &lt;br /&gt;her, leave her alone for a while. If you still         &lt;br /&gt;treat her as a friend, talk to her. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Girls enjoy talking about what they feel.        &lt;br /&gt;Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of         &lt;br /&gt;expressing themselves (which explains why         &lt;br /&gt;most girls like writing journals). &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Never tell a girl that she is useless in        &lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Being too serious can turn a girl off. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;When the guy she likes calls her for the        &lt;br /&gt;first time, the girl may act uninterested during         &lt;br /&gt;the call. But as soon as the phone is back on         &lt;br /&gt;the hook, she will whoop with joy and         &lt;br /&gt;immediately start telephoning her friends to         &lt;br /&gt;spread the news. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A smile means a lot to a girl. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;If you like a girl, try making friends with her        &lt;br /&gt;first. Let her get to know you. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;If a girl says she can't go out with you        &lt;br /&gt;because she has to study, leave. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;But if she still calls you or expect a call from        &lt;br /&gt;you, stay. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Hearing the words &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot; is a great        &lt;br /&gt;reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;After a girl falls in love with a guy, she'll        &lt;br /&gt;wonder why she never noticed him before. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl,        &lt;br /&gt;read romance stories. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;When class pictures come out, a girl would        &lt;br /&gt;first check who is standing next to her crush         &lt;br /&gt;before actually looking at herself. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A girl's ex-crush will always be in her        &lt;br /&gt;memory, but the guy she loves now stays in         &lt;br /&gt;her heart. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Girls love having fun! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A simple 'Hi' can brighten a girl's day. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A girl's best friends usually know best what        &lt;br /&gt;she is feeling and going through. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to        &lt;br /&gt;them just to get close to their 'prettier' friend. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Love means devotion, caring and        &lt;br /&gt;happiness         &lt;br /&gt;to a girl, in that order. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Some girls care about looks, some care        &lt;br /&gt;about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will         &lt;br /&gt;love and care for them. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-3708689118216365799?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3708689118216365799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=3708689118216365799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3708689118216365799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3708689118216365799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-girls.html' title='Girls …Girls'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-5136995389233870573</id><published>2009-04-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:16:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Gmail Blog: New in Labs: Suggest more recipients</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-in-labs-suggest-more-recipients.html"&gt;Official Gmail Blog: New in Labs: Suggest more recipients&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5136995389233870573?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-in-labs-suggest-more-recipients.html' title='Official Gmail Blog: New in Labs: Suggest more recipients'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5136995389233870573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5136995389233870573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5136995389233870573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5136995389233870573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/official-gmail-blog-new-in-labs-suggest.html' title='Official Gmail Blog: New in Labs: Suggest more recipients'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-4594170480812647877</id><published>2009-04-16T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:05:01.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why India still remains a developing country...!!! Who is responsible ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sef9mF67fEI/AAAAAAAABwQ/DIAJEIn4pLo/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="103" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sef9n5luo8I/AAAAAAAABwU/HNYRwKnneR4/image_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sef9pCmN8lI/AAAAAAAABwY/JTv6ewqmD94/s1600-h/istockphoto_5907699-ants-carrying-fruit%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="istockphoto_5907699-ants-carrying-fruit" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="102" alt="istockphoto_5907699-ants-carrying-fruit" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sef9rQ0kxJI/AAAAAAAABwc/c99vji4VcVk/istockphoto_5907699-ants-carrying-fruit_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Old Story:    &lt;br /&gt;The Ant works hard in     &lt;br /&gt;the withering heat all summer     &lt;br /&gt;building its house and&amp;#160;&amp;#160; laying up supplies for     &lt;br /&gt;the winter.     &lt;br /&gt;The Grasshopper thinks     &lt;br /&gt;the Ant is a fool and laughs;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Dances; plays the summer away.    &lt;br /&gt;Come winter, the Ant is     &lt;br /&gt;warm and well fed. The     &lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the     &lt;br /&gt;cold. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Indian Version:    &lt;br /&gt;The Ant works hard in     &lt;br /&gt;the withering heat all summer     &lt;br /&gt;building its house and&amp;#160; laying up supplies for the     &lt;br /&gt;winter.     &lt;br /&gt;The Grasshopper thinks     &lt;br /&gt;the Ant's a fool and     &lt;br /&gt;laughs ; dances ; plays the summer away.     &lt;br /&gt;Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press     &lt;br /&gt;conference and demands to know why the Ant should be     &lt;br /&gt;allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and     &lt;br /&gt;starving.     &lt;br /&gt;NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? Arundhati Roy stages a     &lt;br /&gt;demonstration in front of the&amp;#160; Ant's house. Medha Patkar goes on a     &lt;br /&gt;fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mayawati states this as `injustice' done on Minorities. Amnesty    &lt;br /&gt;International&amp;#160; criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance).     &lt;br /&gt;Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry. CPM in Kerala     &lt;br /&gt;immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'. Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of Terrorism Against     &lt;br /&gt;Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect&amp;#160; from the beginning of the winter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation ' for&amp;#160; Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions&amp;#160; in Government Services. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA&amp;#160; and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice'.&amp;#160; Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice '.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of&amp;#160; the Downtrodden ' The Grasshopper invited to address the UN&amp;#160; General Assembly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Moral of the Story &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Many years later...    &lt;br /&gt;- The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a&amp;#160; multi- billion dollar     &lt;br /&gt;company in Silicon Valley,&amp;#160;&amp;#160; -100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India,     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; ..     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; ..AND&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt; As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and&amp;#160; feeding the grasshoppers, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; India&amp;#160; still remains a developing country....!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-4594170480812647877?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4594170480812647877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=4594170480812647877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/4594170480812647877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/4594170480812647877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-india-still-remains-developing_16.html' title='Why India still remains a developing country...!!! Who is responsible ......'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Sef9n5luo8I/AAAAAAAABwU/HNYRwKnneR4/s72-c/image_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-6279378456777877250</id><published>2008-09-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:36:45.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandar...the dashing</title><content type='html'>Some snaps from mandar and new movie....&lt;br /&gt;Snaps: http://picasaweb.google.com/urvirpalan/Mandar#&lt;br /&gt;Movie: http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=JuwMC8Km-fQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-6279378456777877250?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6279378456777877250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=6279378456777877250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/6279378456777877250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/6279378456777877250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mandarthe-dashing.html' title='Mandar...the dashing'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-1390854905850780327</id><published>2008-06-21T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T06:38:19.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandaar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaf'/><title type='text'>Mandaar the new Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandaar entered into our life on 9th June. As usual he is laid back like my wife and Manan our first one( he also came in evening). He is a new leaf in our story and i am plaaning to give hime his own little corner in the house. You can visit his slide show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Furvirpalan%2Falbumid%2F5214320335906889137%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-1390854905850780327?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1390854905850780327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=1390854905850780327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/1390854905850780327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/1390854905850780327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/mandaar-new-angel.html' title='Mandaar the new Angel'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-2907698541912198791</id><published>2008-06-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:53:52.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>It's a Boy</title><content type='html'>At last the wait got over. My wife delivered baby boy on 09 June. She understands my love for 09 and delivered on 09 . My elder son man came on 27( it is 9). I will be going to Indore on Friday so as to see my baby and his mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing them like hell. I am away from them since like 1 montha nd i am feeling like i am away from them like a year. Life is such a tough thing........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-2907698541912198791?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2907698541912198791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=2907698541912198791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2907698541912198791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2907698541912198791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-8643531347936138980</id><published>2008-06-03T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:34:33.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy girl'/><title type='text'>What I want Boy or Girl.......</title><content type='html'>I am teasing my wife like hell that you have to give birth to a Girl. Hello...don't run after me with a stone in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I very well know that boy or Girl depends on me not her. I think the feeling of having a girl child is related to not having&lt;br /&gt;sister. I also think that having a different gender sibling helps kid to understand the importance of other gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if get Girl..it's good ..If i got boy it's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you one nice incident. Normally in India ( I am saying normally) grandmother look for having grandson. All that khandan chalane wala and all that rubbish&lt;br /&gt;But the story wasn't same in my family. Everyone in my family wanted a girl except my wife. My wife went to her mother's place for delivery as per tradition. We got the news that she has given birth to Boy.&lt;br /&gt;Wow...everyone was happy but here came the twist. My grandmother who went to hospital with us told to my mother in law " If it was girl i would have been more happy" and you should see the shock on my MIL's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes apart. I believe it is boy or Girl, it's part of me and will be gift of GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-8643531347936138980?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8643531347936138980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=8643531347936138980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8643531347936138980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8643531347936138980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-want-boy-or-girl.html' title='What I want Boy or Girl.......'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-8813459426428657438</id><published>2008-05-31T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T06:21:31.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pimple Saudagar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aundh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vakad'/><title type='text'>House hunt continues..........</title><content type='html'>My hunt for house continues.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a 2 bedroom house and surpringly it is very costly in Pune....&lt;br /&gt;May be I am late in looking for the house. Aundh is costing nearly 4000/SFT, Vakad is 3150, Baner is 4200 and PASHAN/SUS road is 3750....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if i should take home in Viman Nagar, if office shifts to Hinjewadi i will be in mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I should take home in Nashik and then travle to Pune :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can only afford Pimple Saudagar or Vakad. Let's see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-8813459426428657438?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8813459426428657438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=8813459426428657438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8813459426428657438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8813459426428657438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/house-hunt-continues.html' title='House hunt continues..........'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-5971811730228860561</id><published>2008-05-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:17:06.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viman Nagar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hinjewadi'/><title type='text'>Search of a new home</title><content type='html'>Home Sweet home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are nice words  but becomes really tough when you are planning to purchase your new home. It is really nice that Builders take all the pain and get you a customized( in their style) home at a very hefty price.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a house...My compnay is changing address..May move to Hinjewadi IT hub of Pune. I am looking house near to work area but close to civilization. I have strict orders from my wife. I have to look for medical shop, grocery shop, milk shop, Flour mill( she hates Ashriwad atta), Press wala  and riksh stand all near by.&lt;br /&gt;We live at Viman nagar , acosmopolitian place at Pune. I can understand my wife's expactations after living at viman nagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when she will be back i will show her some apartments and then Life will be come easy....Home Sweet Home will become true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5971811730228860561?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5971811730228860561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5971811730228860561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5971811730228860561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5971811730228860561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/search-of-new-home.html' title='Search of a new home'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-5541129199565312903</id><published>2008-03-22T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:10:58.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life takes a turn</title><content type='html'>Life took a turn and i accepted offer from Barclays at Pune......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Hyderabad for good....thinking that family will come closer and i will have lesss worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Joining Barclays i was told that i have to go to UK for 6 weeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can understand that with an expecting wife this was a tough decesion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to UK...Nothampton...A nice small town which works from 9-5.30. Yes you heard it right. Everything except restaurant closes at 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am managing with A pakistani Restuarnat EVERYDAY. Good Food but i miss home , wife and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much of work that i am writing this blog also from office on a saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK is funny country. Since morning i have seen sunshine, rain ,snow everything and it is still 4 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to go to London next weeend as this week it seems impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5541129199565312903?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5541129199565312903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5541129199565312903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5541129199565312903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5541129199565312903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-takes-turn.html' title='Life takes a turn'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-3396502354413840636</id><published>2008-01-20T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:58:00.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touching love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src='http://ishare.rediff.com/images/player.swf' FlashVars='videoURL=http://ishare.rediff.com/embedcodeplayer_config.php?content_id=100622' name='aplayer' allowScriptAccess='always' allowFullScreen='true' 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Year'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q157/graphic_code/flower_heart_star/th_jfl80675d114381_myspace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-3879144240406877588</id><published>2007-10-01T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:04:43.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth save the earth innocent  animals'/><title type='text'>Save the Earth!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/RwGxjrHyM-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PGeb1V9N_qY/s1600-h/save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/RwGxjrHyM-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PGeb1V9N_qY/s200/save.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116565878098506722" 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;br /&gt;What we do for our mother earth....We pollute at every possible moment....We kill innocent animals for five minute of joy...We wear fur for show off......Why.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-3879144240406877588?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3879144240406877588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=3879144240406877588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3879144240406877588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/3879144240406877588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/save-earth.html' title='Save the Earth!!!'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/RwGx1LHyM_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/7qE7kYkyJEg/s72-c/52p8gle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-1188113161271043283</id><published>2007-09-15T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:59:30.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love sucesses wealth what you want : nice story'/><title type='text'>Love sucesses wealth what you want : nice story</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. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat." &lt;br /&gt;            "Is the man of the house in home?", they asked. &lt;br /&gt;                  "No", she replied. "He's out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    "Then we cannot come in", they replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                "Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The woman went out and invited the men in" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              "We do not go into a House together," they replied. &lt;br /&gt;                        "Why is that?" she asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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. 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/5867330622826184530-1188113161271043283?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1188113161271043283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=1188113161271043283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/1188113161271043283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/1188113161271043283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-sucesses-wealth-what-you-want-nice.html' title='Love sucesses wealth what you want : nice story'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-8231012289271354911</id><published>2007-09-12T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:16:41.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Value people not things</title><content type='html'>A STORY TELLS THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Two friends were walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        through the desert. During some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                point of the journey they had an argument, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 one friend slapped the other one in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       The one who got slapped was hurt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                They kept on walking until they found an oasis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                where they decided to take a bath. The one who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  had been slapped got stuck in the mire and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  started drowning, but the friend saved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       After he recovered from the near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        drowning, he wrote on a stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        The friend who had slapped and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       saved his best friend asked him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      "After I hurt you, you wrote in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      sand and now, you write on a stone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 why?" The other friend replied "When someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  does something good for us, we must engrave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Do not value the THINGS you have in your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     But value WHO you have in your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-8231012289271354911?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8231012289271354911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=8231012289271354911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8231012289271354911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8231012289271354911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/value-people-not-things.html' title='Value people not things'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-1073354623077146563</id><published>2007-09-08T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:53:47.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>फुर्सत के वो लम्हे</title><content type='html'>मेरा दिल तुझको चाहे&lt;br /&gt;वो प्यार तुझसे माँगे&lt;br /&gt;ओ प्रिया सामने तो आजा&lt;br /&gt;बता दु तुजे मैं प्यार होता है क्या&lt;br /&gt;वो तेरे लिए ही तड़पे &lt;br /&gt;वो तुझको ही जानम चाहे &lt;br /&gt;ओ प्रिया सामने तो आजा&lt;br /&gt;बता दु तुजे मैं प्यार होता है क्या&lt;br /&gt;सपनो की दुनिया से आयी हो तुम &lt;br /&gt;न जाने क्यों मुझ पे छाई हो तुम&lt;br /&gt;तुमको ही चाहा तुमको ही माना &lt;br /&gt;तेरे लिए तो मैं हुआ दिवाना&lt;br /&gt;ओ प्रिया सामने तो आजा&lt;br /&gt;बता दु तुजे मैं प्यार होता है क्या&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-1073354623077146563?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1073354623077146563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=1073354623077146563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/1073354623077146563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/1073354623077146563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;फुर्सत के वो लम्हे&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-5545945214804015803</id><published>2007-09-05T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:16:13.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incident terrorism threats explosions'/><title type='text'>Global Incident Map!!!</title><content type='html'>This is interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you click on the website link below, a world map comes up showing what strange &amp; dangerous things are happening right now in every country in the entire world &amp; is updated every few minutes. You can move the map around,zero in on any one area &amp; actually up-load the story of what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot happening in our world every minute. This "map" updates every 360 seconds...constantly 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalincidentmap.com/home.php "&gt;http://www.globalincidentmap.com/home.php &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on any icon on the map for text update information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about Terrorism - it's about everything happening every minute some place in the world of terrorism threats, explosions,airline incidents, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5545945214804015803?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5545945214804015803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5545945214804015803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5545945214804015803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5545945214804015803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/global-incident-map.html' title='Global Incident Map!!!'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-6186467532564548929</id><published>2007-09-01T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:57:55.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl mother letter abortion'/><title type='text'>A letter from an unborn girl to her mother.....</title><content type='html'>Dear Mommy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Heaven now... I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me away to a wonderful place... Then I was happy. I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion". I am sorry, for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Baby Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-6186467532564548929?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6186467532564548929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=6186467532564548929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/6186467532564548929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/6186467532564548929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/letter-from-unborn-girl-to-her-mother.html' title='A letter from an unborn girl to her mother.....'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-5275280984303434456</id><published>2007-08-30T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:38:05.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love curd rice curdrice sindhu'/><title type='text'>What Love is?( From a child's eyes)</title><content type='html'>I found another good story.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right away and make your darling daughter eat her food?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. "Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear. And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh sure, darling'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Promise?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without any emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour our promises no matter what?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big &amp; beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from ... leukaemia.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon? Should there be another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me what Love is?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love and what we elders do fight for pitty issues........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5275280984303434456?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5275280984303434456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5275280984303434456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5275280984303434456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5275280984303434456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-love-is-from-childs-eyes.html' title='What Love is?( From a child&apos;s eyes)'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-2177302531663572300</id><published>2007-08-25T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:34:43.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The obstacle in Our Path -</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another GEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse&lt;br /&gt;contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-2177302531663572300?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2177302531663572300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=2177302531663572300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2177302531663572300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/2177302531663572300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/obstacle-in-our-path.html' title='The obstacle in Our Path -'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-4147197123451471717</id><published>2007-08-25T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:32:04.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiter'/><title type='text'>Always remember those who serve -</title><content type='html'>This story came to me in an E-Mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It touched my heart....How many time we remember those who serve us...we always forget people...we become selfish...anyways Enjoy the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-4147197123451471717?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4147197123451471717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=4147197123451471717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/4147197123451471717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/4147197123451471717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/always-remember-those-who-serve.html' title='Always remember those who serve -'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-7781954444362207644</id><published>2007-08-25T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:08:18.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tirupati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Govinda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tirumala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APTDC'/><title type='text'>Tour to Tirupati</title><content type='html'>GOVINDA GO..........VINDA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my travelogue for Tirupati Balaji. Everybody knows but still wants to reiterate the fact that the hardest part of Tirupati Balaji tour is ”Darshan”. I wanted to make life simpler for my beautiful(i need to tell her this word 10 times aday) wife and wonderful (100% mischievous) kid. So I opted for APTDC tour and the story begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to report at 7:45 P.M. for a bus of 8 P.M. As always thanks to my hubby, we were right on time. Bus didn’t appear till 9 P.m. we were told all types of stories of bus malfunctioning, new bus coming and all that kind of crap. We got the bus at 9.15….whoops it was a non ac normal bus. I checked my ticket again I booked for Volvo AC...Something was very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became witness of fighting in all possible languages Telugu, Hindi, English, Tamil etc….We were told that we have to travel in this bus only and while returning we will be provided a Volvo. I was thinking of cancellation of tour as our seats were 35-36 and it would be very difficult to travel in the bus provided. We saw some people canceling the tickets…They were right in their sense…we were not told earlier about the bus, bus was already late by 2 hours and Tirupati Darshan is not a joke it take good blend of patience , mental and physical strength.There some flow of sentiments …why to cancel a tour which started with name of Lord. I had no answer for wife's argument and we eventually agreed to travel. I played a smart game and got our seat numbers reshuffled for front seats. At last we departed for Tirupati chanting Govinda…………  Go  vinda  with 21 seats in a bus of 36 seat capacity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a spare seat and tried to sleep there and I slept with my kid. You must be thinking ok all miseries over and tour will reach Tirupati….wait there is a surprise packet. In broad daylight our bus driver forgot the route thrice can you believe this they sent a driver on tour that has never been to Tirupati before…... Great… keep it up APTDC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a normal bus depot with no good basic amenities. Bus driver told us there is no good restaurant nearby and voila…..after 10 minutes when we left that bus stand we got a good looking APTDC restaurant .We can’t blame the poor bus driver who was driving first time to Tirupati but certainly we can blame APTDC who didn’t train their drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we reched to Tirupati and then no error , good food and good darshan…..really Govinda is govinda……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-7781954444362207644?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7781954444362207644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=7781954444362207644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/7781954444362207644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/7781954444362207644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/tour-to-tirupati.html' title='Tour to Tirupati'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-8084198218050664902</id><published>2007-08-23T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:21:19.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google does a nice job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rs1RbCQPCRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/T9GLAl3xCLA/s1600-h/google+transliteration.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rs1RbCQPCRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/T9GLAl3xCLA/s400/google+transliteration.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101823477783922962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google did it again and it is quite clear that they are very serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have started tranliteration and that in Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just see this image and you can understand it is working great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-8084198218050664902?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8084198218050664902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=8084198218050664902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8084198218050664902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/8084198218050664902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/google-does-nice-job.html' title='Google does a nice job'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rs1RbCQPCRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/T9GLAl3xCLA/s72-c/google+transliteration.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867330622826184530.post-5870381547462951951</id><published>2007-08-19T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:07:10.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First movie with movie maker</title><content type='html'>This is my first attempt with Windows Movie Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVf9sZrWF0I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVf9sZrWF0I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5870381547462951951?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5870381547462951951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5870381547462951951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5870381547462951951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5870381547462951951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-movie-with-movie-maker.html' title='First movie with movie maker'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-751977570461692168</id><published>2007-08-18T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:18:25.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abhijeet Sawant is Back with a bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abhijeet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sawant&lt;/span&gt; is Back.... He is the First Indian Idol....The guy looked very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;promising&lt;/span&gt; and was going great but couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surceases&lt;/span&gt; but he is back with a bang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;with a&lt;/span&gt; his new album "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Junoon&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a n&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt; song.......very soothing to ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;a very&lt;/span&gt; nice video attached.....reminds me strings from Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HoknbARSlI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-751977570461692168?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/751977570461692168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=751977570461692168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/751977570461692168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/751977570461692168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/abhijeet-sawant-is-back-with-bang.html' title='Abhijeet Sawant is Back with a bang'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-5110160425788499666</id><published>2007-08-12T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T03:00:19.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Author Sidney Sheldon</title><content type='html'>Sidney is my favourite writer.  He created magic all the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like to write about women who are talented and capable, but who retain their femininity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great writer who wrote the books &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; make you think about success and stories behind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was looking at the net to find out when i am getting other good book from him and i found out he died on 30 Jan. how ignorant of me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6315875.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6315875.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-5110160425788499666?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5110160425788499666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=5110160425788499666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5110160425788499666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/5110160425788499666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/author-sidney-sheldon.html' title='Author Sidney Sheldon'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-9099783768267993481</id><published>2007-08-11T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:31:04.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>I found this thing on Labnol.blogspot.com one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.flowersforhope.com/" href="http://www.flowersforhope.com/"&gt;http://www.flowersforhope.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is good and also raised a question in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of our friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; we are thinking when they are sick...we go and meet them and then forget them.....we are loosing our sensibility....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-9099783768267993481?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9099783768267993481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=9099783768267993481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/9099783768267993481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/9099783768267993481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-found-this-thing-on-lanol.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-7293599609641318523</id><published>2007-08-11T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:42:16.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie or Novel !!!</title><content type='html'>Everybody must have thought once about this topic. What was good the novel or the movie based on the novel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; view on this...it is basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;person's&lt;/span&gt;' own choice what medium excites him. I like novel better then movie. You have liberty to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; in the novel and it is very tough in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;time bound&lt;/span&gt; mode of movie. You can draw any type of plot in the novel, can talk about things in great detail which is really tough in movie. At the same time movie can show how beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; can be, how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;show up&lt;/span&gt; you can do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you beat anything like dream..person will read,think and then dream all at same time in the novel and that what counts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking all this while reading "Disclosure " from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Crichton&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.michaelcrichton.net/"&gt;http://www.michaelcrichton.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-7293599609641318523?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7293599609641318523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=7293599609641318523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/7293599609641318523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/7293599609641318523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/movir-or-novel.html' title='Movie or Novel !!!'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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-5867330622826184530.post-1336722323171896529</id><published>2007-08-05T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:24:13.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden period</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rrk3RCaSLFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BQGcQHrz_ZI/s1600-h/ganpati+bappa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rrk3RCaSLFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BQGcQHrz_ZI/s400/ganpati+bappa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096165219190844498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rrk3RSaSLGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/15H125FsiTM/s1600-h/firework+of+colours.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rrk3RSaSLGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/15H125FsiTM/s400/firework+of+colours.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096165223485811810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rrk3RiaSLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/KGTQEx8jO-s/s1600-h/07082007458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rrk3RiaSLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/KGTQEx8jO-s/s400/07082007458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096165227780779122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden period is the period when you doing courtship or you got engaged and marriage is still away. This period is great as it gives you plenty of time to understand the other person as well as great time to exchange Gifts and cards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sharing some of beautiful hand made cards from my wife......at that time my fiancé :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867330622826184530-1336722323171896529?l=rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1336722323171896529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867330622826184530&amp;postID=1336722323171896529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/1336722323171896529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867330622826184530/posts/default/1336722323171896529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvouswithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/golden-period.html' title='Golden period'/><author><name>Urvir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15119598324488011402</uri><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/_nzOgxo8AQ28/Rrk3RCaSLFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BQGcQHrz_ZI/s72-c/ganpati+bappa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
