<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of angel sajini</title><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of angel sajini</description><language>en-us</language><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<BR><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.5in;"><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">Once upon a time <BR>there was a wise man who</span></font></b><b><font color="navy" face="Papyrus"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: navy; font-family: Papyrus;"> <BR></span></font></b><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">used to go to <BR>the sea shore</span></font></b><b><font color="navy" face="Papyrus"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: navy; font-family: Papyrus;"> <BR></span></font></b><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">to do his <BR>journal writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his <BR>work. One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he <BR>saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of <BR>someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk faster to catch <BR>up.<o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p><span style="margin-top: 23px; z-index: -3; margin-left: 860px; width: 81px; position: absolute; height: 122px;"><img src="cid:image008.jpg@01C838F7.7FC6C630" v:shapes="_x0000_s1034" height="122" width="81"></span><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">As <BR>he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't <BR>dancing,</span></font></b><b><font color="navy" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: navy; font-family: Papyrus;"><o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">But<BR>instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and<BR>very gently throwing it into the ocean.<BR>                           <o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">As<BR>he got closer he called out, "Hey! What are you doing?"<BR>                                                        <BR><o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">The <BR>young man paused, looked up and replied, "Throwing starfish in the ocean." <BR><o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p style="margin-left: 1.5in;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; z-index: -2; left: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 112px; position: absolute; height: 112px;"><img src="cid:image009.jpg@01C838F7.7FC6C630" v:shapes="_x0000_s1038" height="112" width="112"></span><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">"I <BR>guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the <BR>ocean?"<o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p style="margin-left: 1.5in;"><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">"The <BR>sun is up, and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll <BR>die."<o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p style="margin-left: 1.5in;"><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">"But, <BR>young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach, and <BR>starfish all along it. <o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p style="margin-left: 1.5in;"><span style="margin-top: 34px; z-index: -1; left: 0px; margin-left: 802px; width: 116px; position: absolute; height: 76px;"><img src="cid:image010.jpg@01C838F7.7FC6C630" v:shapes="_x0000_s1039" height="76" width="116"></span><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">You <BR>can't possibly make a difference!"<o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;"> The <BR>young man listened politely</span></font></b><font color="navy"><span style="color: navy;">.</span></font><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">                                                                                                                         <BR>                                            </span></font></b><b><font color="navy" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: navy; font-family: Papyrus;">           <BR> <o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">Then <BR>bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the <BR>breaking waves and said,</span></font></b><b><font color="navy" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: navy; font-family: Papyrus;"><o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">"It <BR>made a difference for that one."</span></font></b><b><font color="purple" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: purple; font-family: Papyrus;"><o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><font color="purple" face="Algerian" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 14pt; color: purple; font-family: Algerian;">Success <BR>Principle<o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">There <BR>is something very special in each and every one of us. We <BR>all</span></font></b><b><font color="navy" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: navy; font-family: Papyrus;"> <BR></span></font></b><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">are <BR>gifted with the ability to make a difference. If we are aware of that ability, <BR>we can gain through the strength of our visions to shape the <BR>future.<o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><font color="purple" face="Algerian" size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 14pt; color: purple; font-family: Algerian;">Motivational <BR>Quote<o:p></o:p></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><font color="#663300" face="Papyrus" size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: Papyrus;">You're <BR>the only one who can make the difference. Whatever your dream is, go for it<BR></span></font></b></p><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:29:00 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/Untitled-4.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<BR><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><BR><BR><tbody><BR><tr valign="top"><BR><td style="background-image: url(/mail/mail1/219766.nsf/StdNotesLtrGateway?OpenImageResource); background-repeat: no-repeat;" width="40%"><BR><ul><ul><ul><ul><p><font style="font-size: 9pt;">10/16/2007 12:35 <BR>PM</font></p></ul></ul></ul></ul></td><BR><td width="60%"><BR><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><BR><tbody><BR><tr valign="top"><BR><td width="1%"><img alt="Right-click here to download pictures. To help protect your privacy, Outlook prevented automatic download of this picture from the Internet." src="/icons/ecblank.gif" border="0" height="1" width="58"><BR><div align="right"><font style="font-size: 9pt;">To</font></div></td><BR><td width="100%"><img alt="Right-click here to download pictures. To help protect your privacy, Outlook prevented automatic download of this picture from the Internet." src="/icons/ecblank.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1"><br><font style="font-size: 9pt;">&lt;Githa.KondarasampalayamSomasundaram@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;shankard@tataelxsi.co.in&gt;, &lt;BrahmaVenkataKumar.A@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Indra.Alagiri@cognizant.com&gt;, &lt;FaisalHashmat.Ali@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Anusha.Asok@cognizant.com&gt;, &lt;Meenakshi.Athawale@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;JagatheeshKumar.AthiyappanPeriyannan@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Vidhya.Balasubramanian@cognizant.com&gt;, &lt;edwinpk@gmail.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Sravankumar.Gudala@cognizant.com&gt;, &lt;Karthick.Mani@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Srikanth.Mariappan@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;GajjiNarisimha.Murty@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Raguraman.Murugesan@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Venkatesh.Packirisamykrishnamurthy@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;VishnuShankar.PamurthiVijayan@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Meera.Philip@cognizant.com&gt;, &lt;Sridhar.Valluru@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;SHANMUGAM.VENKATESAN@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;FrancisVijayakumar.Xavier@cognizant.com&gt;, &lt;Thiyagbnw@gmail.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;p_balajihasan@yahoo.co.in&gt;, &lt;sendhil.ganesh@cwmsg.cwplc.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;gobithavam@hcl.in&gt;, &lt;maheit2004@yahoo.co.in&gt;, <BR>&lt;muthukumaran@digient.in&gt;, &lt;sahabdeen.hussain@slashsupport.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;sarfraz.khan@wipro.com &gt;, &lt;selva@hcl.in&gt;, <BR>&lt;a.ramasamy@tcs.com&gt;, &lt;chandramohan.j@tcs.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;prabhu.e@hp.com&gt;, &lt;urs_sathish82@yahoo.co.in&gt;, <BR>&lt;kadiravan.r@hcl.in&gt;, &lt;karthikeyan6.k@tcs.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;manojkumar.k@hcl.in&gt;, &lt;SANTHI.MURUGESAN@cognizant.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Navaroj.s@solgroup.net&gt;, &lt;Nirmal.Kumar@tns-global.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;Rajesh_R8@SUTH.COM&gt;, &lt;saravana4.k@tcs.com&gt;, <BR>&lt;sasiezilmadhavan.rajasekaran@honeywell.com&gt;</font></td></tr><BR><tr valign="top"><BR><td width="1%"><img alt="Right-click here to download pictures. To help protect your privacy, Outlook prevented automatic download of this picture from the Internet." src="/icons/ecblank.gif" border="0" height="1" width="58"><br><BR><div align="right"><font style="font-size: 9pt;">cc</font></div></td><BR><td width="100%"><img alt="Right-click here to download pictures. To help protect your privacy, Outlook prevented automatic download of this picture from the Internet." src="/icons/ecblank.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1"><br></td></tr><BR><tr valign="top"><BR><td width="1%"><img alt="Right-click here to download pictures. To help protect your privacy, Outlook prevented automatic download of this picture from the Internet." src="/icons/ecblank.gif" border="0" height="1" width="58"><br><BR><div align="right"><font style="font-size: 9pt;">Subject</font></div></td><BR><td width="100%"><img alt="Right-click here to download pictures. To help protect your privacy, Outlook prevented automatic download of this picture from the Internet." src="/icons/ecblank.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1"><br><font style="font-size: 9pt;">Some <BR>Thoughts by MEN - No offences intended!!!</font></td></tr></tbody></table><BR><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><BR><tbody><BR><tr valign="top"><BR><td width="58"><img alt="Right-click here to download pictures. To help protect your privacy, Outlook prevented automatic download of this picture from the Internet." src="/icons/ecblank.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1"></td><BR><td width="336"><img alt="Right-click here to download pictures. To help protect your privacy, Outlook prevented automatic download of this picture from the Internet." src="/icons/ecblank.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1"></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody><BR></table><BR><br><BR><BR><p><font color="#008000" face="Verdana">Thought 1</font> <BR></p><BR><p><font color="#0000ff" face="Verdana">When we are born, our mothers get the <BR>compliments and the flowers. <br>When we are married, our brides get the <BR>presents and the publicity.<br>When we die, our widows get the life <BR>insurance.<br>What do women want to be liberated from?</font> <BR></p><BR><p><BR></p><BR><p><font color="#008000" face="Verdana">Thought 2</font> <BR></p><BR><p><font color="#0000ff" face="Verdana">The average man's life consists of : <BR><br>Twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going,<br>Forty years <BR>of having his wife ask the same question;<br>and at the end, the mourners <BR>wondering too.</font> <BR></p><BR><p><BR></p><BR><p><font color="#008000" face="Verdana">Thought 3</font> <BR></p><BR><p><font color="#0000ff" face="Verdana">A man was walking down a street when he <BR>heard a voice from behind, "If you take one more step, a brick will fall down on <BR>your head and kill you." The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of <BR>him. The man was astonished.<br>He went on, and after a while he was going to <BR>cross the road. Once again the voice shouted, "Stop! Stand still! If you take <BR>one more step a car will run over you, and you will die." The man did as he was <BR>instructed, just as a car came careening around the corner, barely missing <BR>him.<br>The man asked. "Who are you?"<br>"I am your guardian angel," the voice <BR>answered.<br>"Oh, yeah?" the man asked "And where the hell were you when I got <BR>married?"</font> <BR></p><BR><p><font color="#008000" face="Verdana">Thought 4 - This is the best!!!</font><font face="Verdana"> </font><BR></p><BR><p><font color="#0000ff" face="Verdana">Everyone in the wedding ceremony was <BR>watching the radiant bride as her father escorted her down the aisle to give <BR>away to the groom.<br>They reached the altar and the waiting groom; the bride <BR>kissed her father and placed some thing in his hand.<br>Everyone in the room was <BR>wondering what was given to the father by the bride. The father could feel the <BR>suspense in the air and all eyes were on him to divulge the secret and say <BR>something.<br>So he announced "Ladies and Gentlemen today is the luckiest day of <BR>my life." Then he raised his hands with what his daughter gave him and <BR>continued, "My daughter finally, finally returned my credit card to me."<br>The <BR>whole audience including priest started laughing.... but not the poor <BR>groom!</font><br></p><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:28:16 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/Untitled-3.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Whenever I find the key to success, someone <BR>changes the lock. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">To Err is human, to forgive is <BR>not a COMPANY policy. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">The road to success??.. Is <BR>always under construction. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Alcohol doesn't solve any <BR>problems, but if you think again, neither does Milk. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">In order to get a Loan, <BR>you first need to prove that you don't need it. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">All the desirable things <BR>in life are either illegal, expensive or fattening. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Since Light travels <BR>faster than Sound, people appear brighter before you hear them speak. <BR></font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Everyone has a scheme of <BR>getting rich?.. Which never works. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">If at first you don't <BR>succeed?. Destroy all evidence that you ever tried. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">You can never determine <BR>which side of the bread to butter. If it falls down, it will always land on the <BR>buttered side. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Anything dropped on the <BR>floor will roll over to the most inaccessible corner. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">As soon as you mention <BR>something?? if it is good, it is taken?. If it is bad, it happens. <BR></font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">He who has the gold, <BR>makes the rules ---- Murphy's golden rule. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">If you come early, the <BR>bus is late. If you come late?? the bus is still late. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Once you have bought <BR>something, you will find the same item being sold somewhere else at a cheaper <BR>rate. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">When in a queue, the <BR>other line always moves faster and the person in front of you will always have <BR>the most complex of transactions. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">If you have paper, you <BR>don't have a pen??. If you have a pen, you don't have paper?? if you have both, <BR>no one calls. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Especially for engg. <BR>Students---- </font></b><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">If you have bunked <BR>the class, the professor has taken attendance. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">You will pick up maximum <BR>wrong numbers when on roaming. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">The door bell or your <BR>mobile will always ring when you are in the bathroom. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">After a long wait for bus <BR>no.20, two 20 number buses will always pull in together and the bus which you <BR>get in will be crowded than the other. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">If your exam is tomorrow, <BR>there will be a power cut tonight. </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font> <BR><div align="center"><BR><hr align="center" size="4" width="99%"><BR></div><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Irrespective of the <BR>direction of the wind, the smoke from the cigarette will always tend to go to <BR>the non-smoker </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:23:42 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/Untitled-2.html</link></item><item><title>PRICELESS</title><description><![CDATA[<BR>Rohit wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his <BR>eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water <BR>on the side table. <br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><br><BR>He <BR>sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Rohit <BR>looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So <BR>is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. <BR>"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!" So he <BR>goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning <BR>newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. <br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> <BR></font><br><BR><br><BR>Rohit asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, <BR>you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in <BR>the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door". <BR><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> <BR></font><br><BR><br><BR>Confused, Rohit asks, "So, why is everything in order and so <BR>clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big <BR>quarrel with her!" <br><BR><br><BR><br><BR>His son <BR>replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take <BR>your clothes n shoes off, you said, "Lady leave me alone! I'm married!!!!" <BR><br><BR><br><BR><b>Moral</b><br><BR>Self-induced hangover -- Rs. 2000.00<br><BR>Broken furniture <BR>-- Rs. 20, 000.00<br><BR>Breakfast -- Rs. 100.00<br><BR>Saying The Right Thing While <BR>Drunk  - PRICELESS <br><BR><br><BR> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><br><BR>  <br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"> <BR></font><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:23:23 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/PRICELESS.html</link></item><item><title>HOrror Love Story</title><description><![CDATA[<b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">This was the Day. </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Tony had been waiting for this day for his entire life. <BR>He had his share of sorrow all through his life but now the moment waited him <BR>which would change his life forever. He was 22 and had seen so much in these <BR>years. He never knew what a mother's warmth was. She died giving birth to him. <BR>Soon after her death his Dad started seeing other women. Tony hailed from a very <BR>rich and prestigious family with generations having served the poor through the <BR>medical fraternity. Everyone was a doctor or a PHD but not his dad. His dad <BR>didn't take up the medical profession, in fact never tried to earn a penny. <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br><BR></span></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Tony had a lonely childhood until Jane entered his life. <BR>He could still remember the day when Jane moved to his neighbourhood.He had <BR>found a true fried in her. Jane's company covered all his sorrows, he stated <BR>smiling, laughing and more importantly enjoying his life. And now he was going <BR>to ask her to marry him. This was his last day of college and he had been <BR>preparing for this moment for a while now. He had visualized the scene a hundred <BR>times in his dreams." Will you marry me Miss Jane?" He had memorized this simple <BR>plain line. </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">As he was waiting for Jane in his garden he heard Uncle <BR>Jack calling him. Uncle Jack was the one who looked after him for all these <BR>years. Mr. Jack was a Psychologist. He was very dear to Tony. "Can I speak to <BR>you for some time, Tony?" "Now? Actually Uncle ..." Before Tony could complete <BR>his statement uncle jack said "Tony this is really very important. I always <BR>wanted to speak to you about this but was afraid. Now you are older and you will <BR>be able to understand..." </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"What is it all about..." Tony asked with a tensed <BR>voice. "Not here... Let's go inside the living room and will have a talk there" <BR>Tony followed Uncle Jack into the cottage. Tony was very anxious and nervous. He <BR>had never seen his Uncle this way. "Tony before I talk to u about it please <BR>promise me you won't panic and whatever happens always remember that I am with <BR>you." "God! You are making me too nervous. Tell me uncle jack what is it about". <BR>Tony wanted to get through this as early as possible. "Jane must be waiting for <BR>me" he thought. </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Tony you need to keep your calm. Know it will be very <BR>tough for you to understand..Tony, remember the day when you told me about Jane <BR>moving to the cottage next to ours?" </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Is it about Jane...?" he shrieked, his heart was <BR>pumping fast... </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Listen Tony There is no one living in that cottage for <BR>years now..." </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"whhhat ?? How's that possible I have been there myself <BR>so many times....what are you talking about? I just can't understand" <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Please listen Tony. You were alone those days and were <BR>very upset with life. You didn't have friends then...You went through lot of <BR>things...You wanted to be happy but were unable to you didn't had anyone to talk <BR>to" Uncle jack moved closer to Tony and put his hand on Tony's shoulder. "And in <BR>such situations your brain plays bad games with you. You started imagining Jane <BR>as your friend...There is no Jane; Tony you are just imagining her..." <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Just just just imagining her...how can you say that <BR>...I have touched her even kissed her cheeks. It's you who are crazy and not <BR>me..." </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Tony I know it's hard to believe this. But it's the <BR>truth. I always wanted to tell you this but you were too small to understand..." <BR>"No that's not possible.....you are lying ..." "No son it's your own mind lying <BR>you...please Tony keep your cool everything will be fine ...just trust me" <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Tony rushed away from the living room. He ran to meet <BR>Jane in the Garden. But no one was there. He went to Jane's house hoping to find <BR>her there...he tried ringing the door bell but it didn't rang and how would it? <BR>The place was locked for 17 years now. He entered the Cottage through a broken <BR>window.Eveything was deserted. The sofa on which he and Jane sat chatting for <BR>hours was covered with layers of dust... </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">He was almost crying now...he moved to the terrace to <BR>find the rose plant they planted together. There was nothing only some rusted <BR>furniture and dust. He went back Uncle Jack. "Son, I am sorry but you need to <BR>get out of this..." Tony couldn't believe what had happened to him. The girl who <BR>he loved the most and wanted to marry didn't exist. She was fake, a thought, and <BR>a piece of imagination.... </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">It took around a month for him to digest his fate. He <BR>was finally recovering. And that day before going to sleep he took those tablets <BR>which he took for last 15 years. He always wondered why Uncle Jack kept giving <BR>him those tablets. Now he knew the answer. He was sick. Sick mentally. <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">As he was about to sleep he heard a knock on his door. <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">It was Jane. </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Jane you cant be here...you don't exist..." <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"What's that? Is this some kind of Joke, Tony? I came <BR>here to say sorry. I had to leave that day without informing you because my mom <BR>died in a car accident...I tried to reach you but somehow I was not able to..." <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Noooo! this is not true" said Tony. "There is no one <BR>called Jane in my life...I know that now...Just get away from me... " <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Whats the matter with you Tony? I am Jane your <BR>sweetheart your love..." </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"No that's not true...." Tony closed his eyes for a <BR>moment hoping his dream would end.... </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Jane held his hand....Tony was shivering he could feel <BR>the touch.His brain was playing Bad games with him he knew it. </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Come here my baby you are not well...you need some <BR>rest" </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Go away from me ...just go..." Tony was breathing high <BR>now...He tried keeping his cool and took a deep breath. He knew this would be <BR>over once he convinced himself that there was no Jane. </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Jane you are my imagination...I made you..." <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Tony you can't hurt me ...you love me so much ...we had <BR>such a great time together" </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"No Jane, I had a great time with myself..." What am I <BR>talking! I am going nuts.. </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">He rushed into the kitchen. He came back with water all <BR>over his shirt... He could still see Jane standing there...weeping. <BR></font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">He was well aware of the bad games of the Brain now. He <BR>went closer to her... "Jane i made you ...now i will destroy you..." Zap zap <BR>zap... three stabs...Jane was bleeding... Tony could feel the red liquid ...bad <BR>brain games he thought... </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br><BR></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"Uncle Jack. Where are you? I am cured now. There will <BR>be no Jane from now on...where are you Uncle Jack?" </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">"There is no Uncle Jack. I wanted to tell you this... <BR>All these days..." Jane gasped. </font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Breathing her last breath. ....</font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> <br><br></font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:21:35 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/HOrror-Love-Story.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<b><font style="font-size: 14pt;">We all know this one</font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><BR><font color="#800080"><font style="font-size: 14pt;">One day a man was having a conversation with God when <BR>his whole life flashed before his eyes as a series of footsteps on the sands of <BR>time.</font><font style="font-size: 14pt;"> </font><font style="font-size: 14pt;">He</font><font style="font-size: 14pt;"> </font><font style="font-size: 14pt;">saw that there were two pairs of footprints, but during <BR>the most difficult periods of his life there were only one set of footprints. He <BR>asked God "You said you will be with me throughout this journey, but why have <BR>you deserted me during the most critical times of my life??" to which God <BR>answered "Son, I did not desert you, I was always with you...you see only one <BR>set of footprints because during those difficult times in your life, I was <BR>carrying you in my hands"</font></font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 14pt;">------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- <BR>--------- --------- --------- ------- ------------ --------- --------- --------- <BR>--------- --------- --------- </font><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 14pt;">Now <BR>know this one too!!!</font></b><b><font style="font-size: 14pt;"> <BR></font></b><b><font style="font-size: 14pt;">JJJ</font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><font color="#000080"><b><font style="font-size: 14pt;">Another day I was having a similar conversation with my <BR>Project Manager (PM) when my whole project flashed before my eyes as a series of <BR>footsteps on the sands of time. I saw that there were two pairs of footprints, <BR>but during the most difficult times in the project there were only one set of <BR>footprints. I asked my PM "You said you will be with me throughout the project, <BR>but why have you deserted me during the most critical times of the project??" to <BR>which the PM answered "Son, I did not desert you, I was always with you...you <BR>see only one set of footprints because during those difficult times, I was <BR>sitting on your head!!" </font></b><br><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br></font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:21:05 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/Untitled.html</link></item><item><title>Celebration</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><div align="center"><BR><p><font color="#800000" face="Times New Roman" size="4"><b>Celebration means......</b> <br>Hundred bucks of petrol. <br><br>A rusty old <BR>bike. <br><br>And an open road. <b><br><br><br><br>Celebration means...... <BR></b><br><br>Maggi noodles. <br><br>A hostel room. <br><br>4.25 a.m. <BR><b><br><br><br><br>Celebration means...... </b><br><br>3 old friends. <br><br>3 <BR>separate cities. <br><br>3 coffee mugs. <br><br>1 internet messenger. <BR><b><br><br><br><br>Celebration means...... </b><br><br>Rain on a hot tin roof. <BR><br><br>Pakoras deep-frying. <br><br>Neighbours dropping in. <br><br>A party. <BR><b><br><br><br><br><br>Celebration means......</b> <br><br>You and mom. <BR><br><br>A summer night. <br><br>A bottle of coconut oil. <br><br>A head massage. <BR><br><br><br><br>You can spend <br><br>Hundreds on birthdays, <br><br>Thousands <BR>on festivals, <br><br>Lakhs on weddings, <br><br><br><br>but to celebrate <BR><br><br>all you have to do is spend your Time with your loved ones. <br><br>Keep <BR>in touch with those who care for you..... </font></p></div><BR><BR><p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">  <br></font><br></p><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:20:53 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/Celebration-1.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<font style="font-size: 12pt;">Issued in the interest of all <BR>GUYS!!!!!!!</font><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">  </font><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">  </font><br><BR><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Words <BR>Women Use</font></u><br><BR><br><BR><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Fine</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> <BR></font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">This is the word women use to end an <BR>argument when they are right </font><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">and</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">you need to <BR>shut up.</font><br><BR><br><BR><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Five <BR>Minutes</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">If she is getting dressed, </font><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">this is</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> <BR></font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">half an hour. </font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Five minutes is </font><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">only</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> <BR></font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">five minutes if you have just been given 5 <BR>more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. <BR></font><br><BR><br><BR><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Nothing</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">This is the <BR>calm before the storm. This means "something" and you should be on your toes. <BR>Arguments that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine". <BR></font><br><BR><br><BR><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Go Ahead</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">This is a <BR>dare, not permission, DON'T DO IT!</font><br><BR><br><BR><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Loud Sigh</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> <BR></font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Although not actually a word, the loud <BR>sigh is often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an <BR>idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you <BR>over "Nothing". </font><br><BR><br><BR><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">That's <BR>Okay</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">This is one of the most dangerous statements that woman <BR>can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard <BR>before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. <BR></font><br><BR><br><BR><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">Thanks</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">This is the <BR>least used of all words in the female vocabulary. If a woman is thanking you, do <BR>not question it, just say you're welcome and </font><u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">back out of the room slowly</font></u><font style="font-size: 12pt;">.</font><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">B</font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">EHIND <BR>EVERY</font><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">SUCCESSFUL WOMAN</font></b><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">IS HERSELF</font></b><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font></b><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">A</font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">WOMAN IS LIKE <BR>A TEA BAG...</font><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">YOU DON'T KNOW HOW <BR>STRONG </font></b><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">SHE IS UNTIL YOU PUT <BR>HER</font></b><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">IN HOT WATER</font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">C</font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">OFFEE, <BR></font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">C</font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">HOCOLATE, </font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">MEN.</font><br><BR><b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">SOME <BR>THINGS ARE JUST</font></b><font style="font-size: 12pt;">BETTER <BR>RICH </font><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">W</font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">ARNING: I HAVE AN ATTITUDE </font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">AND I KNOW HOW</font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">TO <BR>USE IT</font><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">O</font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">F COURSE I DON'T <BR>LOOK BUSY...</font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">I DID IT RIGHT</font><font style="font-size: 12pt;">THE FIRST TIME</font><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">And last but not least:</font><font style="font-size: 12pt;"> </font><br><BR><br><BR><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">IF YOU <BR>WANT BREAKFAST IN BED,</font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">SLEEP IN THE <BR>KITCHEN</font><br><BR><font style="font-size: 12pt;">  </font><br><BR><br><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:18:44 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/Untitled-1.html</link></item><item><title>Sardarji!</title><description><![CDATA[<div class="Section1"><BR><div><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="MS PGothic" size="3"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'MS PGothic';"><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p></div><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A Sardarji and his wife are traveling by car from <BR><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Key West</st1:City></st1:place> to <BR>Boston.After almost twenty-four hours on the road, they're too tired <br>to <BR>continue, and they decide to stop for a rest. They stop at a nice <br>hotel and <BR>take a room, but they only plan to sleep for four hours and <br>then get back on <BR>the road. <br>When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk hands them a <BR>bill <br>for 350. The Sardarji explodes and demands to know why the charge is <BR><br>so high. He tells the clerk although it's a nice hotel, the rooms <BR><br>certainly aren't worth $350. When the clerk tells him $350 is the <BR><br>standard rate, the man insists on speaking to the Manager. The Manager <BR><br>appears, listens to the Sardarji, and then explains that the hotel has <BR><br>an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference center that were available <BR><br>for the husband and wife to use. <br>But we didn't use them", the Sardarji <BR>complains. <br>Well, they are here, and you could have," explains the Manager. <BR>He <br>goes on to explain they could have taken in one of the shows for which <BR><br>the hotel is famous. "The best entertainers from <st1:State w:st="on">New <BR>York</st1:State>, <st1:City w:st="on">Hollywood</st1:City> <br>and <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Las Vegas</st1:City></st1:place> perform here," <BR>the Manager says. <br>But we didn't go to any of those shows," sardarji <BR>complains again. <br>"Well, we have them, and you could have", the Manager <BR>replies. No <br>matter what facility the Manager mentions, the sardarji replies <BR>"But <br>we didn't use it". The Manager is unmoved, and eventually the Sardarji <BR><br>finally gives up and agrees to pay.  He writes a check and gives it to <BR><br>the Manager. <br>The Manager is surprised when the looks at the check. "But <BR>sir," he <br>says, "this check is only made out for $100." "That's right," says <BR>the <br>sardarji, "I charged you $250 for sleeping with my wife." <br>"But I <BR>didn't!" exclaims the Manager. <br>"Well," the Sardarji replies, "she was here, <BR>and you could have." <o:p></o:p></span></font></p><BR><p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p></div><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:15:00 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/Sardarji-.html</link></item><item><title>A Lovely message</title><description><![CDATA[<font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <b><font color="red"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: red;">A LOVELY <BR>MESSAGE.</span></font></b> <br>A boy was born to a couple after eleven years <BR>of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. <BR>When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine <BR>bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and <BR>keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the <BR>matter. <br><br>The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle <BR>fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine <BR>meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried <BR>him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified <BR>how to face her husband. <br><br>When the distraught father came to the hospital <BR>and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five <BR>words.<br><br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br>QUESTIONS</span></b><br>:<br>1. What were the five <BR>words ?<br>2. What is the implication of this story?<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br>scroll down to <BR>read...</span></b>.<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<br>&gt;&gt;<b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br>ANSWER :</span></b><br><br>The husband just said <BR><b><font color="red"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: red;">"I am with you <BR>Darling"</span></font></b><br><br>The husband<st1:PersonName w:st="on">'</st1:PersonName>s totally unexpected reaction is a proactive <BR>behavior. <br>The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is <BR>no point in finding fault with the mother.<br>Besides, if only he had taken time <BR>to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened. <br>No one is to be <BR>blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was <BR>consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her. <br><br>If <BR>everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much <BR>fewer problems in the world. "<br>A journey of a thousand miles begins with a <BR>single step.<br>Take off all your envies, jealousies,unforgiv eness, <BR>selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult <BR>as you <br>think.<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br>MORAL OF THE <BR>STORY</span></b><br>This story is really worth reading. ..... Sometimes we spend <BR>time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, <BR>in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out something. <br></span></font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:14:04 +0530</pubDate><link>http://angelbwithu.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/22/A-Lovely-message.html</link></item></channel></rss>