<?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-15660926</id><updated>2011-08-26T04:47:44.562+05:30</updated><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>Sheela's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Poems, Shayaris, Pics, Humor. Stuff that I care about. Stuff that I like. Stuff that I hate. Sometimes regular. Sometimes erratic. Just like me!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-3946544657089181497</id><published>2008-04-15T12:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:36:53.243+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>How to Meditate</title><content type='html'>How to Meditate Meditation increases the ability to concentrate and enhance memory power. It brings in a sense of inner peace and tranquility, and makes you appealing in nature. Meditation is also thought to tap the hidden potentials of an individual. Here's How:   &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Find some time out of your daily schedule. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Find a quiet place and sit down. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Be comfortable. Relax. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Keep the face serene. Chin up. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Close your eyes slowly to experience a void darkness. ( Remember to keep your eyelids closed throughout the following steps) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Look into your eyelids as if seeing with your eyelids open. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Keep your mind empty of people, place, things, color or any form. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Try and concentrate on the center of your forehead. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;If thoughts arise, bypass them and keep looking with your eyelids closed, going deeper and deeper, leaving form, name, color, and activities far behind you. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Experience the motion of going, as if driving in a car, and you'll be going deeper and deeper - beyond the body and senses. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;As you go deeper and deeper with your eyes closed in this dark place, you may see the swirling of smoke-like colours flickering in the darkness and silvery flashes of light. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Look straight in front with your eyelids closed and keep going further and further. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;To keep you alert in meditation, take slow deep breaths. Colors will swirl and change pattern rising with each breath. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Keep breathing steady. Let thoughts come and go. You're on a journey going beyond the body and form. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;After you feel totally calm and relaxed, gradually open your eyes and spring back to life with renewed energy. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Tips:   &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Do not sit for meditation with workload on your mind. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Wear simple, loose clothes, preferably white in color. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;If concentrating on 'nothing' seems difficult, try concentrating on your breathing. Another way to concentrate is by uttering the sacred syllable &amp;quot;Om&amp;quot; loudly, which helps arrest your thoughts as it resonates through your body. &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/15660926-3946544657089181497?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3946544657089181497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=3946544657089181497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/3946544657089181497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/3946544657089181497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-meditate.html' title='How to Meditate'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-6550123680535792793</id><published>2008-04-15T12:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:18:10.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>How to Lose Weight Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How to Lose Weight Fast?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Want to slim down fast for that beach vacation or high school reunion? While there are many things you can do to shed pounds, losing weight too quickly, like any sudden change to your body, can be dangerous. While fad diets, diet pills, and fasting may indeed induce rapid weight loss, these methods can cause you to lose muscle and may also injure your heart and other organs fairly quickly. The best solution? Don't go for an overnight miracle. Instead, follow these steps to lose fat rapidly, healthily, and sustainably. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Determine your daily calorie intake . Losing weight is simply a matter of expending more calories than you take in, through exercise and your daily activities. Exercise alone won't make you lose weight if you're still taking in more calories than you burn. However, eating less and exercising more will only decrease your resting metabolic rate, which accounts for roughly 60-80 percent of daily calorie expenditure. Therefore you should exercise harder and eat more protein dense, clean foods; making your calories burned not too far off from your calories taken in will raise your metabolism and allow you to burn fat effortlessly. Thus, losing the weight at a healthy rate.      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;Write down all the things you eat on a typical day. Carry a small notebook with you and write down every snack, every drink, and the contents of every meal. There are also great websites that you can use to keep track of calories, get recipes, and help achieve your goal. Don't forget to include the pats of butter or the spoonful of sugar in your coffee. It's best to do this for at least a couple weekdays and a weekend; it's even better if you can go a full week. There are also calorie tracking websites that can help you to do this, for example the US government website, &lt;a href="http://www.mypyramidtracker.gov/"&gt;My Pyramid Tracker&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;Do an itemized calorie count. When possible, write down the number of calories in each thing you eat as you eat it. Keep in mind that the recommended serving size is often considerably smaller than the serving you actually eat. Look up the calorie count on the internet for foods that don't have calories listed on the container or for fast food meals. You don't have to be 100% accurate, but you do want a good estimate of the number of calories you're taking in. There is an idea that multiplying your own weight by ten will produce a rough estimate of the number of calories you need to eat per day to maintain your weight. This is NOT true, you may wind up grossly under (or perhaps over) estimating the number of calories you should be eating. Use a scientific or health website to determine the number of calories you should eat a day or consult your doctor. Everyone has different metabolisms and there is no blanket rule that covers everyone's recommended calorie intake. Reducing 500 calories per day from the calories you eat to maintain your weight can help you lose a pound of fat per week. &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Go over the list and decide which foods to cut out or reduce. Cutting calories is usually a lot easier than you might think. For example, that daily tall latte in the morning may pack 500 calories. Since a pound of flab (lost or gained) is roughly equivalent to 3,500 calories, replacing that rich beverage with black coffee can help you lose a pound a week. Other easy cuts include salad dressing (salad dressing is the number one source of fat in the average American woman's diet) soda pop, candy, and butter. Look at the nutritional information for the foods you eat, pay special attention to your intake of saturated fats and empty calories (high-sugar foods). You don't need to cut these things out entirely, but if you reduce your intake of high-fat, high-calorie foods you'll lose weight faster. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Seek out alternatives to the unhealthy foods you've identified. You can simply reduce the amount of soda you drink or mayonnaise you put on your sandwiches, or you can substitute healthier choices. Drink water instead of soda, for example, or use mustard instead of mayo. Low-fat and low-calorie options are also available for most foods, and many of these are natural, (although some are made with strange chemicals), and tasty.      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;Choose lean meats. Chicken and fish are both very low in fat (and certain fish like salmon, sardines, and fresh tuna are an excellent source of antioxidants, which are also beneficial to your health), so aim to replace some or all of the beef or pork in your diet with these foods. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;Replace high-calorie side dishes with healthier alternatives. Many people get a ton of calories from side dishes such as macaroni and cheese, French fries, or potato salad. You can eat healthier and lose weight by replacing these with fresh vegetables and salads. Pre-made salads are practically effortless, and when accompanied by a reduced-calorie dressing or no dressing at all, they're weight-loss gold. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;Start your days off right. A fattening breakfast of bacon and eggs or a pastry can be replaced with yogurt, oatmeal, high-fiber, low-sugar cereals; or fresh fruit for fruit smoothies. However, for those on a low carb diet bacon and eggs are a great combo for breakfast, since neither have carbs. But don't fall into the trap of skipping breakfast. Eating a healthy breakfast increases your rest metabolic rate earlier in the day, and reduces snacking before lunch. &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Plan your meals. Look for healthy, delicious meals online or in your cookbooks, and create a menu for the week. Make sure that your meal plan reduces your total calorie intake: you're not going to lose weight if you consume the same amount of calories by eating different foods. Make a list of what you'll need for these meals, and -- except for a few snacks, of course -- don't stray from your list when you get to the market. Planning your meals helps ensure you get a balanced diet and reduces the temptation to stop off for fast food or order a pizza. Remember, it's easier to stick to your shopping list if you shop when you aren't hungry. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Watch your portion sizes. Opening a bag of rice cakes and eating all of them in one sitting isn't going to help you lose weight. When eating chips, nuts, or dried fruit put a portion in a small bowl and then put the bag away. That way you won't mindlessly eat a larger portion than you had intended. Even if you only make minimal changes to your diet choices, reducing portion size will inevitably reduce caloric intake. A great way to watch portion sizes while snacking is to buy one serving 100 calorie packages - and they come in many favorite snack food items! &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Graze on healthy snacks. Just because you're getting healthy doesn't mean you can't snack. In fact, eating small meals and snacks throughout the day, or grazing, has been shown to aid weight loss, (compared to eating three large meals a day), by keeping metabolism steadier. Pick snacks that are low in calories and fat and high in fiber (dried apricots, nuts, rice cakes, fruits, baby carrots, cherry tomatoes, and so on). Vegetables are generally very low in calories, very high in fiber, and full of flavor and nutrition. Avoid starchy vegetables like potatoes, and try to eat vegetables plain, without fatty dressings or dips. Fruit also makes a good snack. Fruit contains more soluble fiber than vegetables, which slows your body's absorption of carbohydrates, thus releasing energy more slowly, (preventing sugar highs), and keeping you feeling full longer. Fruit juices are not a replacement for the real thing. You need that fiber, and juices often have more calories than the equivalent serving of fruit -- as many calories as soda! Be careful with dried fruits, because without the water, you tend to eat more, and fruits, when dried, are calorie-rich per ounce. With any dry or dried food, be sure to drink plenty of water. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Get more fiber. There are many myths about fiber, but there is science to back up its helpful role in the diet. Fiber keeps the right amount of water in your intestines, making your digestive system work more efficiently and helping to keep you regular. Thus, just eating enough fiber may help you feel slimmer in just a day or so. There is also evidence that fiber in the diet can help prevent stroke and heart disease, ease the effects of diabetes, and may even directly help in weight loss. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Drink plenty of water. Adequate water is essential for health, and a great many people simply don't get enough. What's more, if you're chronically dehydrated, your body will retain water in unflattering places, so if you make sure to get plenty of fluids you can start visibly trimming down in as little as a day. Remember, the more you exercise, the more water you'll need. See the related wikiHow for more details on how much water you should be getting. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Exercise. Remember, you can lose weight either by decreasing your calorie intake or increasing the number of calories you burn. Any health strategy should include both, but if you want to lose weight fast, exercise is essential. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Perform high-level aerobic activities. Moderate aerobic workouts incorporating jogging, brisk walking, cycling, aerobic machines, or classes not only burn calories -- they also keep your heart healthy. Swimming is also great, especially if you are quite overweight or have joint problems, because you can get the same benefits of running -- typically burning even more calories -- with much less stress on your joints. Try to get at least 30-40 minutes of aerobic exercise at least three or four days per week. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Pump some iron. Resistance training, (weight training), can help both sexes stay lean by building muscle and raising metabolism. The fact is, hours and hours of aerobic exercise won't help most people lose weight fast because your metabolism drops back to normal fairly quickly after stopping the exercise. If you gain muscle, however, your body's resting metabolism, (the amount of calories you burn when you're just sitting still), increases, because muscle requires a lot of calories to maintain. Studies have shown consistent weight training to raise the body's metabolism by 15%. This means an average woman might burn 200-300 more calories at rest every day! Resistance training is the gift that keeps on giving! Although, keep in mind that muscle mass weighs more than fat (don't be surprised if you gain weight but look slimmer). &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Rest properly. This means not only taking at least 24-48 hours between strength training the same muscles, (and taking 1-2 days off from exercising each week); it also means getting enough sleep at night, since sleep deficiency impairs your ability to lose fat. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Be realistic. Don't expect a miracle. Healthy weight loss can be achieved fairly quickly, but you'll need to be patient. In addition, be sure to set realistic goals. Make sure that the weight you're trying to reach is a healthy weight for you, and keeping in mind that gaining pounds of muscle will help you lose fat, be trimmer, and look better even though you don't actually lose any weight. Your goal should be a healthy body, not a number of pounds! Everyone looks good at a different weight. A short person may look really good at about 112 pounds, but a person of a taller height would just look unhealthy. Keep yourself at a weight that makes you look good, not at a number that sounds good. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Make adjustments. A successful weight loss strategy based on reducing calorie intake and increasing activity can be adjusted to maintain your desired weight once you reach it. Unlike typical diets, this method is sustainable -- it is a lifestyle change, not a binge-and-purge exercise. Slowly adjust your diet and exercise to include more weight training and calories, as much as is comfortable for you. If you do gain any weight back, you want that weight to be lean, toned muscle, not fat. In addition, weight training, no matter what your age, prevents muscle atrophy and can help stave off osteoporosis.      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;Instead of thinking of it as losing a certain amount of pounds, think of it as being a certain weight. So if you are 145 pounds, and you would like to lose 10 pounds, think of it as being 135 pounds. This helps you think about it as a long-term goal and not just losing the weight to gain it back again. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;Be confident. You need to believe in yourself! If you want to diet, and you know that it will make you feel better, then you need confidence. Otherwise, the temptation to cheat on your diet will make it harder, and you will not feel better when you do lose weight. Avoid temptations like chocolate, ice cream, and cookies. They may taste good, but there are other foods that taste delicious, too, without being unhealthy. You need to always encourage yourself to achieve the goals that you have set. Learn to evaluate your efforts fairly and objectively. If you fail to achieve your target for the week, find out why is it so. Is it because you have missed a jogging session? Or you have been eating junk food for one of the days? After evaluating, look ahead to next week and try your best to stick to your plan. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;Be consistent and disciplined, and have self motivation. To lose weight effectively, you need to stick to your weight loss plan religiously so as to see results. When you have the thought of giving up, visualize how good you will look when you manage to slim down successfully. &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tips &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Determine your objectives to lose weight. To succeed in doing something, you need to have a very compelling objective or reason so that you will not lose track of your goal. Losing weight just for vanity's sake is usually less helpful than losing weight to improve health. Other than just exercising, you need to have a healthy diet so that you will have a better body and more energy to be positive throughout the day. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It's very good to do a blood test before you begin your new diet and exercise regimen. Some people may not need to lose a lot of weight, but they may need to lower the blood sugar level slightly. You can also check for mineral deficiencies. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The goal is to lose fat, not just weight in general. If you are doing strength training during your weight loss (which you should be), you might actually see an initial gain in weight -- don't worry! You have probably lost fat and gained muscle, which is denser than fat and is much healthier. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;A better measurement than what a scale reads is body fat percent. If you don't have access to calipers or a body fat scale, a better gauge is how your clothes fit and how you look rather than your absolute weight. If you can, though, it is good to measure your body fat about once per month. Men should be between 15%-25%, but no lower than 4%; and women 20%-30%, but no lower than 15%. Females have higher fat percentage due to pregnancy and menstrual requirements. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Generally, you want to - with a combination of calorie reduction and increased activity - reduce and burn a certain number of calories a day, causing a net loss of calories so your body is forced to use its own stores of fat. How much aerobic exercise you need to perform depends on what you eat, how fast you'd like to lose weight, and how much muscle you gain. A pound of fat contains 3500 calories. Men can safely lose around two pounds a week, and women can safely lose around one pound a week. Any more than this and you might be losing more muscle mass than fat. Thus, with a combination of calorie restriction and aerobic exercise, a man should aim to run a 3500-7000 calorie deficit each week, and women should aim for a 1750-3500 calorie deficit. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;With regard to weights, men and women differ on their goals with weight training. Women, don't worry, no amount of weight training will make you as bulky as a man; women just don't have enough testosterone to build large muscles. The female body-builders you see are either taking steroids or training 2-3 hours every day. Male and female beginners should start with 3 sets of 8-12 repetitions, and should use the heaviest weight you can while still maintaining good form, even to the last repetition of the last set. Get a weight training book or find a reputable website that will show you different exercises and the correct form. When lifting properly, you will stretch the muscle during the exercise, but you should still stretch properly to prevent injury! &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;No matter what the magazine article says, spot improving is a myth! When your body burns fat, it takes it from all over your body, even if all you do are crunches. No amount of crunches will get rid of that gut if they are not backed up by proper aerobic exercise and diet! Washboard abs do not come from millions of sit ups; they come from having low levels of body fat. So if that is your goal, make sure you do plenty of aerobic exercise in addition to your ab routine. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Sugar comes in many disguises. Check your food labels: fructose, glucose, molasses, and corn syrup are all sugars. Limit all sugars, but especially stay away from high-fructose corn syrup. It is just a corn syrup full of sugar. Choosing foods without it will help you reach your weight loss goals faster. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Remember your body needs 'fuel' just like a car needs 'fuel'. Your body needs the 'right' kinds of food to lose weight effectively. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Don't taunt yourself by not letting yourself eat the occasional snack that you're craving. Just make sure you burn it off later with exercise. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Despite popular belief it is not terrible to eat after 6 p.m. A reasonable dinner (with extra protein if you've had a good weight training session) is going to help deliver nutrients to the body to prepare it for the next day. Additionally if you find yourself very hungry before bed, a small bowl of high fiber cereal and low fat milk will actually help maintain your metabolism while you sleep. The key is to not overeat in the evenings. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Take a multivitamin. While it is better to always get your nutrients from your food, most people miss something in their diet, especially when they're trying to cut calories. Vitamins and minerals play an important role in keeping your body chemistry balanced and your energy levels healthy. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;If you find yourself missing some of your favorite foods, don't worry. There is no harm in having your treat once a week. Pick a day each week where you treat yourself to your guilty pleasure--remember, everything in moderation. If it's pizza, try going to a gourmet pizza place that will use better ingredients and fresher vegetables. If it's a Big Mac, try making your own. A homemade burger is generally much healthier than the food they serve in fast food restaurants. Electric grills that are slanted to allow most of the fat to slide off make nice, lean burgers. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Save some calories for potassium and protein for after you work out, this will help reduce soreness. (A banana and an egg does the trick.) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Do not forget to stretch. Stretching can help increase your strength and flexibility. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Cut down on your sodium. Many prepared foods have as much as 30% of your daily value. You get your daily requirement of sodium from a healthy diet; too much can cause you to retain water weight. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Try not to skip any meals as this only makes your body to retain fats for energy. A good weight loss plan is to eat healthily and exercise regularly. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Warnings &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Do not try to starve yourself. In the short run, reducing your calorie intake to unhealthily low levels will slow metabolism and actually cause you to lose weight more slowly. Then your body cannot process potassium so when you DO eat again, (the alternative to dying,) you will gain much more weight than you would if you weren't starving yourself and overall, you may end up gaining more than you lost. In the long run, starving yourself (anorexia or bulimia) can kill you. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;When creating a weight lifting routine, do not focus on a single muscle or group, doing so will overbuild that muscle while under building others - in other words, if you work your biceps, and not your triceps, your arms will begin to curl inward and you will look silly. If you work your chest and not your back, you will have a hard time maintaining good posture as your pectoral muscles overpower your back muscles and pull your shoulders forward. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;If you have a serious medical condition (such as asthma or diabetes, or allergy to protein such as dairy products or you have lactose intolerance) or you are severely obese, consult with your doctor as well as a dietitian. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Do not take any harmful drugs. They are unhealthy and may ultimately make you gain weight instead. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Carefully consider whether you need dietary supplements. Most people may get the basic minerals and nutrients they need to sustain life through eating food. For example, excessive multivitamin supplements can make you overdose in some vitamins you need, and you can't store most water-soluble vitamins like vitamin C as any excess will be urinated. Although you could be below the recommended daily intake, that doesn't necessarily mean you are deficient in it if it's a kind that is stored. So you may wish to consult with your doctor or dietitian to inquire whether you need supplements and how much you should take. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Losing weight too quickly is dangerous and can have adverse effects on your health. Despite the title of this article, getting into shape is best done slowly. If you find yourself losing more than a pound or 2 (or more than 500g) each week, you are probably doing something wrong. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-6550123680535792793?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6550123680535792793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=6550123680535792793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/6550123680535792793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/6550123680535792793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-lose-weight-fast.html' title='How to Lose Weight Fast'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-3073627603719090331</id><published>2008-03-11T22:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:15:25.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>THE RIGHT FOOD TO BUILD MUSCLE MASS-4 QUICK LESSONS TO HELP YOU BULK UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The right food to build muscle mass will have a fundamental effect on your workouts, and the results you get from them. Put simply, you can be loading up on 10000 calories a day, but unless the right nutrients are there you are going to just put on a ton of fat. Read on to find out the right food to build muscle mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right food to build muscle mass is food that's high in protein. Chicken and tuna are the most common choices here, and with good reason, they are both high in protein. You can also get a good deal of protein from beef and other meats, but tuna is chosen by many people due to its tiny fat content. The protein is essential to help you muscles develop and grow - no protein = no growth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, you need a certain level of fat in your diet to build muscle. Yes, fat is sometimes the right food to build muscle - in fact too little fat will definitely hold you back. It's estimated that around 20% of your daily calorie intake should be made up of fats to aid muscle growth, but be aware there are a few different kinds of fats, each with their own good and bad qualities. Fats are a complex subject and there isn't space here, so it may be worth a quick Google search to find out which ones you should and shouldn't be ingesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to eat some serious carbs! Carbohydrates are indirectly the right food to build muscles because if you don't take in enough, you will find your body lacking the energy to complete any sort of serious workout. You'll often find that you boost your carb intake naturally - all the extra exertion will make you feel seriously hungry, so you'll gravitate toward eating larger and more frequent meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that sometimes the right food to build muscle is water. Staying hydrated is one of the most fundamental aspects of maintaining your health when you start a weight training program. Not only will being well hydrated keep your workouts energy filled and make you less prone to lethargy, but the water itself is an essential part of the body's muscle growth. This is why it's often a good idea to lower your alcohol and tea/coffee intake, as these will reduce your water content severely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you are starting to learn that understanding the right food to build muscle is an essential step to getting serious gains. Click on the links below for expert advice.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-3073627603719090331?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3073627603719090331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=3073627603719090331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/3073627603719090331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/3073627603719090331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/right-food-to-build-muscle-mass-4-quick.html' title='THE RIGHT FOOD TO BUILD MUSCLE MASS-4 QUICK LESSONS TO HELP YOU BULK UP'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-3805469149389847942</id><published>2007-01-22T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:01:27.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>www.sheelamishra.com</title><content type='html'>Yes!!! 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of laughter and happiness&lt;br /&gt;To fill your world with cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you count your blessings, one by one&lt;br /&gt;And when totaled by the lot&lt;br /&gt;May you find all you've been given&lt;br /&gt;To be more than what you sought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your journeys be short, your burdens light&lt;br /&gt;May your spirit never grow old&lt;br /&gt;May all your clouds have silver linings&lt;br /&gt;And your rainbows pots of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this all and so much more&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;May you have a Merry Christmas friend&lt;br /&gt;And a happy New Year, too .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-3779143286565621883?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-7433010192862875686</id><published>2006-12-16T15:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:10:50.765+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My number one</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All my life I’ve waited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floating, dreaming, wishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the day when you would come my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That day has come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart flutters at the sound of your voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hands shake as I reach to touch your face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In heaven there can only be a better place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soaring through the clouds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wind beating at my skin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathing heavy, feeling dumb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re all I need, my number one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears stream down my face, burning my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy tears, thankful smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing I can hold you, embrace you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fearless of the unknown, content with life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No longer will I feel the sharpened knife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of hurt, pain and suffering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-7433010192862875686?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7433010192862875686/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-5651641819456483452</id><published>2006-12-16T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:04:02.289+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love At First Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The first time i saw you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't think it was true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes brightened with skies of blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could there be a you and me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time will tell whether its meant to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life can change at any time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until then,i want you to be mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then life will be all fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish i could tell you the way i feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But my lips are shut to a seal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had love in the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now its coming very fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long will it last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you say you feel the same way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not my heart will have to pay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so you'll have my heart to stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-5651641819456483452?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5651641819456483452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>TOGETHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where would I be without you?&lt;br /&gt;And where would you be without me?&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the arms of a second choice,&lt;br /&gt;Forever envious of all, as we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My need for you makes life special,&lt;br /&gt;Because I live it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems more possible,&lt;br /&gt;And easier to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each hour is a new adventure,&lt;br /&gt;Where, what awaits, no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;Through friendship, tears and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;We ensure our romance grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even ordinary moments&lt;br /&gt;Aren't the same any more.&lt;br /&gt;Together we have so much&lt;br /&gt;To plan, accomplish and explore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-116534197568029716?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-116534168350967181</id><published>2006-12-05T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:31:23.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes a lie is better, sometimes it's good to hide&lt;br /&gt;so I don't think I'll let her, see what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel all rotten, sometimes I feel sick&lt;br /&gt;And how far I'd have gotten, if i knew what made you tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel insane, Sometimes I feel depressed&lt;br /&gt;I've got this pain, Thats in the right of my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel locked up, Sometimes I feel crazy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish i would speak up, Even that would amaze me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish i could get away, Sometimes I wish i could be free&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you everyday, makes me wonder why you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me wonder, Sometimes you make me sad&lt;br /&gt;But when I see your splendor, The world doesnt look as bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me wanna weep, Sometimes you make me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just cannot sleep, And your the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-116534168350967181?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/116534168350967181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=116534168350967181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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began&lt;br /&gt;Oh she clung on to the times she'd known&lt;br /&gt;And just wondered if she'll win in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas dark today when she left her home&lt;br /&gt;Like a lonely song in an empty tone &lt;br /&gt;Though the winds smelled of the scented rain&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the longest day she'd ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun rose oh way up high&lt;br /&gt;How she felt alone in confines of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Then a lonely tear just fell from her eye&lt;br /&gt;When the world stopped turning to a lone bird's cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twasn't too long 'fore it was twilight time&lt;br /&gt;When she set out alone without a reason o' rhyme&lt;br /&gt;As the sun went down in the wide old west&lt;br /&gt;Her heart just yearned for a long lost chime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she found her way back home that night&lt;br /&gt;Her heart just sank to see her home so quiet&lt;br /&gt;Though she knew her love will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But the emptiness inside just made her cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this song about her little lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;I can her see her face so blue so scarred&lt;br /&gt;Just seems like the day when I lost my love&lt;br /&gt;How I miss her Oh when we're so far apart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-116534146358538800?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/116534146358538800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=116534146358538800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/116534146358538800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/116534146358538800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-so-lonely.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I am so Lonely&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114855339193339449</id><published>2006-05-25T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:06:31.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Me..........   </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love me in the Springtime, when all is green and new,&lt;br /&gt;Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown,&lt;br /&gt;Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad,&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain,&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun,&lt;br /&gt;Love me always darlin', after all is said and done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me always darlin',  until all our life is through,&lt;br /&gt;Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114855339193339449?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114855339193339449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114855324632805350</id><published>2006-05-25T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:04:06.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moving On..........   </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The time has come, its all so clear,&lt;br /&gt;I must forget about you, and not cast a single tear,&lt;br /&gt;I must forget the fun memories we shared,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts because I know no other love will compare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one, my armor covered knight,&lt;br /&gt;In every dark time, you made my life bright,&lt;br /&gt;It’s true you’re gone,&lt;br /&gt;And I need to move on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were put on earth to flirt and smile,&lt;br /&gt;But God decided we’d only be together for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the times you held my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet words, “If I can,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come, and I’ve got to see,&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the one, and maybe you’ll never be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114855324632805350?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114855324632805350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114855324632805350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114855324632805350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114855324632805350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-on.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Moving On..........   &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114855265727260431</id><published>2006-05-25T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:54:17.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just One Day. . .   </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was just one day,&lt;br /&gt;When a walk became a journey so long.&lt;br /&gt;It was just one day,&lt;br /&gt;When a stranger became a friend as we walked along.&lt;br /&gt;It was just one day,&lt;br /&gt;When I found someone whom I could belong.&lt;br /&gt;It was just one day,&lt;br /&gt;When someone blew my shyness, like the wind strong.&lt;br /&gt;It was just one day,&lt;br /&gt;When music in my soul did abound.&lt;br /&gt;It was just one day,&lt;br /&gt;When my world spun and threw me around.&lt;br /&gt;It was just one day,&lt;br /&gt;When everything was amidst stars, and nowhere was the ground.&lt;br /&gt;It was just one day,&lt;br /&gt;When much was said without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;O' just one day,&lt;br /&gt;Just one day.&lt;br /&gt;But a memory forever to stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114855265727260431?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114855265727260431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114855265727260431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in my cup;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at my desk, I drink,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is wandering as I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of life and its goal,&lt;br /&gt;And after ceasing about my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin and others can not see,&lt;br /&gt;The total picture what is to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not place us on this earth,&lt;br /&gt;Just eighty years from time of birth;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is more to His plan,&lt;br /&gt;All of His creation including man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose in life is to prepare,&lt;br /&gt;As to when our time is to go there;&lt;br /&gt;Since we live and learn in this life,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling through toils and strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when God feels the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;He allows our spirit to enter the light;&lt;br /&gt;As His child, we are welcomed home,&lt;br /&gt;After a journey through life we roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Newton Sherrer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114521050504994995?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114521050504994995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114521050504994995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114521050504994995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114521050504994995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/04/heavenly-destination.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Heavenly Destination&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114449089416953567</id><published>2006-04-08T15:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:38:14.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHY WOMEN ARE SUPERIOR !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We got off the Titanic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we buy a vibrator it is glamorous. When men buy a blow up doll it's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's clothes make women look elfin and gorgeous. Men look like complete idiots in women's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi's stop for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know the Truth about whether or not size matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're not making enough money we can blame it on the glass ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fashion faux pas we make could ever rival the male's Speedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never have to wonder if his orgasm was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can congratulate our teammate without ever grabbing her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the ability to dress ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends won't think we're weird if we ask whether there's spinach in our teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that there are times when chocolate really can solve all of your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay waiters don't make us uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never regret piercing our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114449089416953567?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114449089416953567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114449089416953567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114449089416953567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114449089416953567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-women-are-superior.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;WHY WOMEN ARE SUPERIOR !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114449076054190778</id><published>2006-04-08T15:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:36:00.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over -- 5 crore children start&lt;br /&gt;playing tennis, 50 lakh learn to play tennis, 5 lakh learn Professional&lt;br /&gt;tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD "Why me?". And today in pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness keeps u Sweet, Trials keep u Strong, and Sorrow keeps u Human, Failure Keeps u Humble, Success keeps u Glowing, But only God Keeps u Going..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114449076054190778?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114449076054190778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114449076054190778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114449076054190778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114449076054190778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-paragraph-that-explains-life.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114449033295040044</id><published>2006-04-08T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:28:52.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Banta was bragging to his boss one day," You know, I know everyone&lt;br /&gt;there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them."&lt;br /&gt;Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, "OK, Banta how&lt;br /&gt;about Tom Cruise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, yes, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it."&lt;br /&gt;So Banta and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom&lt;br /&gt;Cruise's door, and sure enough, Tom Cruise, shouts, "Banta! Great to see you! You and your friend come right in and join me for lunch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although impressed, Banta's boss is still skeptical. After they&lt;br /&gt;leave Cruise's house, he tells Banta that he thinks Banta is knowing Cruise&lt;br /&gt;was just lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, just name anyone else," Banta says.&lt;br /&gt;"President Clinton," his boss quickly retorts.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," Banta says, "I know him, let's fly out to Washington."&lt;br /&gt;At the White House, Clinton spots Banta on the tour and motions him &lt;br /&gt;and his boss over, saying, "Banta, what a surprise, I was just on my way&lt;br /&gt;to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and have a cup of coffee &lt;br /&gt;first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boss is very shaken by now, but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White House, he expresses his doubts to Banta, who again implores him to name anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Pope," his boss replies.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" says Banta. "My folks are from Poland, and I have known the pope a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they fly to Rome. Banta and his boss are assembled with the masses in Vatican Square when Banta says, "This will never work. I cannot catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I will come out on the balcony with the Pope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he disappears into the crowd headed toward the Vatican. Sure &lt;br /&gt;enough, half an hour later Banta emerges with the Pope on the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;But by the time Banta returns, he finds that his boss has had a&lt;br /&gt;heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working his way to his boss side, Banta asks him, "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;His boss looks up and says," I was doing fine until you and the Pope came&lt;br /&gt;out on the balcony and the man next to me said," Who is that on the balcony with Banta?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114449033295040044?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114449033295040044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114449033295040044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114449033295040044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114449033295040044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know-everyone.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114416916307455183</id><published>2006-04-04T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:16:03.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU LOVE YOUR OLD MAN ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When you were 8 years old, your dad handed you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over your lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old he drove you all day,from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, he came home from work,looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in &lt;br /&gt;front of your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he cried and told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114416916307455183?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114416916307455183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114416916307455183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114416916307455183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114416916307455183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-love-your-old-man.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU LOVE YOUR OLD MAN ??&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114416718676467915</id><published>2006-04-04T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:53:22.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THINGS ARE NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Two travelling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guestroom. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field? The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused. The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn?t find it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114416718676467915?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114416718676467915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114416718676467915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114416718676467915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114416718676467915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-are-not-always-what-they-seem.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;THINGS ARE NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114414891795104550</id><published>2006-04-04T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:38:37.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FEELINGS OF LOVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Each time of my writing &lt;br /&gt;You made it worthwhile &lt;br /&gt;Being able to reach you &lt;br /&gt;With a hug and a smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In delivering all my love &lt;br /&gt;By heart designed letter &lt;br /&gt;To touch with my words &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you feel better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through the words &lt;br /&gt;Of my loving tenderness &lt;br /&gt;Embrace heart devotion &lt;br /&gt;Where I clearly express &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherishing the journeys &lt;br /&gt;Of sentimental affections &lt;br /&gt;Gratified by the feelings &lt;br /&gt;Of bonded connections &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special hearts destined &lt;br /&gt;By sharing loving insight &lt;br /&gt;Our way of togetherness &lt;br /&gt;Are words that we write &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114414891795104550?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114414891795104550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114414891795104550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114414891795104550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114414891795104550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/04/feelings-of-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;FEELINGS OF LOVE!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114373735688463844</id><published>2006-03-30T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:19:16.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love is a feeling which comes from within &lt;br /&gt;it is a feeling which erases everything &lt;br /&gt;it erases all hardship,pain and misery, &lt;br /&gt;it envelopes one's mind in a shroud of fantassy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love reminds us that we are not alone &lt;br /&gt;all thoughts of loneliness is far away blown, &lt;br /&gt;Love comforts us when we are weak &lt;br /&gt;it gives us a moral support in times of need &lt;br /&gt;it makes us feel good,it makes us feel nice &lt;br /&gt;it makes us forget all our weakness and vice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who doesn't know how to love, &lt;br /&gt;can never rise high up and above &lt;br /&gt;the absence of LOVE in a person's life &lt;br /&gt;is like an unbearable disease that no one can fight &lt;br /&gt;Genuine Love makes us feel warm &lt;br /&gt;it protectsus from clutches of harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only feeling that makes us feel complete, &lt;br /&gt;it is a support which is as strong as concrete! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114373735688463844?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114373735688463844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114373735688463844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114373735688463844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114373735688463844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Love &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114337418063053367</id><published>2006-03-26T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:26:20.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>True Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friend­ship is a Priceless Gift&lt;br /&gt;that cannot be bought or sold,&lt;br /&gt;But its value is far greater than&lt;br /&gt;a mountian made of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For gold is cold and lifeless,&lt;br /&gt;it can neither see nor hear.&lt;br /&gt;And in our times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;it is powerless to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has no ears to listen,&lt;br /&gt;nor heart to un­der­stand.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot bring you comfort,&lt;br /&gt;or reach out a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you ask God for a gift,&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful if He sends&lt;br /&gt;Not Diamonds, Pearls or Riches,&lt;br /&gt;But The Love Of Real True Friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114337418063053367?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114337418063053367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114337418063053367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114337418063053367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114337418063053367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/true-friendship.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;True Friendship&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114337401020520390</id><published>2006-03-26T17:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:23:30.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ALWAYS be BEST FRIENDS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friends are friends forever together 'till the end.&lt;br /&gt;You promised me that you would always be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;One day something changed I'm not sure what it was.&lt;br /&gt;I lost you on that day and the reason was because&lt;br /&gt;it was a late dark night and we had a stupid fight.&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, I don't know why, we couldn't make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;This went on for days and days.&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends and you made yours,&lt;br /&gt;but that hole in my heart could not be filled for that hole was only yours.&lt;br /&gt;Times got really tough,&lt;br /&gt;my road of life was, oh, so rough.&lt;br /&gt;I needed friends, not the kind you see from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;but the kind that will always and forever stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories were all I had&lt;br /&gt;and just the thought of them made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;I cried every night wondering how to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could erase that day and that fight.&lt;br /&gt;Would you please forgive me? I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me so bad to have this hole in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want our friend­ship to totally end.&lt;br /&gt;I need you! You are my best &lt;br /&gt;friend!&lt;br /&gt;So can we make a promise to stay together 'till the end?&lt;br /&gt;A vow to each other to ALWAYS be BEST FRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114337401020520390?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114337401020520390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114337401020520390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114337401020520390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114337401020520390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/always-be-best-friends.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS be BEST FRIENDS!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114336385466199607</id><published>2006-03-26T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:34:14.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is LovE..... </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was so high I did not recognize &lt;br /&gt;The fire burning in her eyes &lt;br /&gt;The chaos that controlled my mind &lt;br /&gt;Whispered goodbye as she got on a plane &lt;br /&gt;Never to return again &lt;br /&gt;But always in my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken it's toll on me &lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before &lt;br /&gt;And her heart is breaking in front of me &lt;br /&gt;I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to feed her appetite &lt;br /&gt;Keep her coming every night &lt;br /&gt;So hard to keep her satisfied &lt;br /&gt;Kept playing love like it was just a game &lt;br /&gt;Pretending to feel the same &lt;br /&gt;Then turn around and leave again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken it's toll on me &lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before &lt;br /&gt;And her heart is breaking in front of me &lt;br /&gt;I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix these broken things &lt;br /&gt;Repair your broken wings &lt;br /&gt;And make sure everything is alright &lt;br /&gt;My pressure on her hips &lt;br /&gt;Sinking my fingertips &lt;br /&gt;Into every inch of you &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that's what you want me to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken it's toll on me &lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before &lt;br /&gt;And her heart is breaking in front of me &lt;br /&gt;I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114336385466199607?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114336385466199607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114336385466199607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114336385466199607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114336385466199607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;This is LovE..... &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114328716445050128</id><published>2006-03-25T17:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:16:04.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'> Lord Made "WOMAN"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One Flaw In Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the Lord made woman,&lt;br /&gt;He was into his sixth day of working overtime. &lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you spending so much time on this one?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?&lt;br /&gt;She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 &lt;br /&gt;movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and&lt;br /&gt;leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a&lt;br /&gt;kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -and&lt;br /&gt;she will do everything with only two hands." &lt;br /&gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;"Only two hands!? No way!&lt;br /&gt;And that's just on the standard model? &lt;br /&gt;That's too much work for one day. &lt;br /&gt;Wait until tomorrow to finish." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I won't," the Lord protested.&lt;br /&gt;"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days." &lt;br /&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you have made her so soft, Lord." &lt;br /&gt;"She is soft," the Lord agreed,&lt;br /&gt;"but I have also made her tough&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish." &lt;br /&gt;"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel. &lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Not only will she be able to think,&lt;br /&gt;she will be able to reason and negotiate." &lt;br /&gt;The angel then noticed something,&lt;br /&gt;and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. &lt;br /&gt;I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one." &lt;br /&gt;"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!" &lt;br /&gt;"What's the tear for?" the angel asked. &lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and &lt;br /&gt;her pride." &lt;br /&gt;The angel was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;"You are a genius, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You thought of everything!&lt;br /&gt;Woman is truly amazing." &lt;br /&gt;And she is! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men.&lt;br /&gt;They bear hardships and they carry&lt;br /&gt;burdens,&lt;br /&gt;but they hold happiness, love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they want to scream. &lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy &lt;br /&gt;and laugh when they are nervous. &lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer&lt;br /&gt;when they believe there is a better solution. &lt;br /&gt;They go without so their family can have.&lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel&lt;br /&gt;and cheer when their friends get awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. &lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies. &lt;br /&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when&lt;br /&gt;they think there is no strength left. &lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care &lt;br /&gt;about you. &lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love. &lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideals. &lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say and everything to give.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114328716445050128?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114328716445050128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114328716445050128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114328716445050128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114328716445050128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/lord-made-woman.html' title='&lt;strong&gt; Lord Made &quot;WOMAN&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114305328079147172</id><published>2006-03-23T00:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:18:00.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life... What is life?? The same routine from Monday to Sunday? Or is each day a new day for a new start or begining for tomorrow..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone actually plan His/ Her life?? And even if planned.. do plans really work??? Does anyone knw wht is tomorrow??? Has anyone seen the future..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Life teaches us a lot.... We meet so many people.... different kinds...such a diversity.... Each individual is Unique... Unique in his/her way.... Istn't it strange how different ppl can b so close and share so much in common although they r so different? Yet inspite of being so close they r so apart.... Wht is this bond tht makes individuals friends??? How do friends change to close buddies.... and just one misunderstanding drifts everything apart... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the friendship go then??? does this cycle suddenly reverse?? But then again U meet someone else.... just like there are 2 many fish in the pond.... Often said " this world is a big place for U amd me to survive but then again its also said " this world is so small..." &lt;br /&gt;Noone knws where life takes a turn or may b just a spin perhaps.... is life a castle of playing cards?? Can a storm just blow it away.... Is life really this weak?? Or is it just US we who do this role play.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is life a stage.. yes a platform for many.. to prove him/herself... Prove wht he/she is best at... this whole competition tht rules us all... the urge to rise.. but rise where... Sky is the limit.. But wht is this limit... does one really knw?? Wht do u mean by Limit? and Y is there this limit in everything.... But this Limit keeps things in control.... but where does one actually draw a line.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a Race , we all knw its starting point.. but dunno where is the finish line.... So who is the true winner?? Everyone is a true winner But its just tht he/she doesnot realise it... coz he/she is far too bothered wid the life of the person near/ next to him/her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day one realises to mind his/ her own business, the true meaning of life will evoke... he/she will then realise its meaning... but when will one have this Happy Realisation?? I hope before his/her life time validity expires.. But Does life really have an end?? Does anyone actuallyknw wht is beyond a Lifetime?? Is life time restricted only till the death of a person... well who has seen in beyond?? So who can really say.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again...What Exactly is Life...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114305328079147172?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114305328079147172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114305328079147172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114305328079147172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114305328079147172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/life.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114294139826666025</id><published>2006-03-21T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:13:18.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine to My Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Accept, dear girl, this little token, &lt;br /&gt;   And if between the lines you seek, &lt;br /&gt;You'll find the love I've often spoken—&lt;br /&gt;   The love my dying lips shall speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little ones are making merry &lt;br /&gt;   O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest, &lt;br /&gt;But in these words (though awkward—very) &lt;br /&gt;   The genuine article's expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are as fair and sweet and tender, &lt;br /&gt;   Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine, &lt;br /&gt;As when, a callow youth and slender, &lt;br /&gt;   I asked to be your Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What though these years of ours be fleeting? &lt;br /&gt;   What though the years of youth be flown? &lt;br /&gt;I'll mock old Tempus with repeating, &lt;br /&gt;   "I love my love and her alone!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I fall before his reaping, &lt;br /&gt;   And when my stuttering speech is dumb, &lt;br /&gt;Think not my love is dead or sleeping, &lt;br /&gt;   But that it waits for you to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take, dear love, this little token, &lt;br /&gt;   And if there speaks in any line &lt;br /&gt;The sentiment I'd fain have spoken, &lt;br /&gt;   Say, will you kiss your Valentine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114294139826666025?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114294139826666025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114294139826666025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114294139826666025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114294139826666025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/valentine-to-my-wife.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A Valentine to My Wife&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114269758567365934</id><published>2006-03-18T21:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:29:45.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Take some time to read </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Anger is a condition in which the tongue, works faster than the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying over the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love... and you shall be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All people smile in the same language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hug is a great gift, one size fits all. It can be given for any occasion and it's easy to exchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to be loved, especially when they do not deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real measure of a man's wealth is what he has invested in eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is God's sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has beauty but not everyone sees it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important for parents to live the same things they teach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for what you have, TRUST GOD for what you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fill your heart with regrets of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow, you have no today to be thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy memories never wear out. Relive them as often as you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is the place where we grumble the most, but are often treated the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man looks at outward appearance but the Lord looks within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice you make today will usually affect tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to laugh for it is the music of the soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone speaks badly of you, live so none will believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is the ability to idle your motor, when you feel like stripping your gears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is strengthened by working through conflicts together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing parents can do for their children, is to love each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh words break no bones but they do break hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take for granted the things that we should be giving thanks for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that can be divided, without being diminished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is enhanced by others but does not depend upon others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are richer today if you have laughed, given or forgiven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can, for who you can, with what you have, and where you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best gifts to give: &lt;br /&gt;To your friend, loyalty; &lt;br /&gt;To your enemy, forgiveness; &lt;br /&gt;To your boss, service; &lt;br /&gt;To a child, a good example; &lt;br /&gt;To your parents, gratitude and devotion; &lt;br /&gt;To your mate, love and faithfulness; &lt;br /&gt;To all men and women, charity; &lt;br /&gt;and To God, your life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114269758567365934?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114269758567365934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114269758567365934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114269758567365934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114269758567365934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/take-some-time-to-read.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Take some time to read &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114269694427621000</id><published>2006-03-18T21:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:20:40.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS.......... </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Dad always told me that we could never &lt;br /&gt;measure our wealth by money but by our friends. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure our friendship has made me rich!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny but wonderful seeds of blessings are sprinkled &lt;br /&gt;on earth each day... and I just caught one that's so &lt;br /&gt;nice and true... &lt;br /&gt;And it's you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have forgotten to say that I care. I may have &lt;br /&gt;failed to open up and share, but though no words &lt;br /&gt;have been spoken, my promise of friendship won't &lt;br /&gt;be broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and distance are important between friends. &lt;br /&gt;When a friend is in your heart, they remain there &lt;br /&gt;forever. I may be busy, but I assure you, you are &lt;br /&gt;always in my heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like the walls of a house. Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;they hold you up, sometimes you lean on them. &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, it's enough to know they're just &lt;br /&gt;standing by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;jump with them; I'd be at the bottom to catch &lt;br /&gt;them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tree can start a forest; one smile can start a &lt;br /&gt;friendship. &lt;br /&gt;One touch can show you care; one friend can &lt;br /&gt;make life worth living for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile makes us look younger... while friends &lt;br /&gt;make us feel stronger... and they make us enjoy &lt;br /&gt;life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114269694427621000?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114269661571807364</id><published>2006-03-18T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:13:37.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Until we meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;My nights will be a little colder&lt;br /&gt;My days a little shorter&lt;br /&gt;My heart will beat a little less rapid&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my arms will be empty&lt;br /&gt;My mind hurting from the constant thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Minutes will seem to be hours&lt;br /&gt;Hours will seem to be months&lt;br /&gt;While months will seem like eternity&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars in the sky will not affect me &lt;br /&gt;with its gleaming sparkles of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I am gazing at them in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And the food that I eat will not be as fulfilling and nourishing&lt;br /&gt;Until it is you that I share the my food with&lt;br /&gt;And Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;I will not feel whole&lt;br /&gt;My world will seem incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Until that wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;When our eyes make first contact&lt;br /&gt;And our bodies and souls collide in blissful whirlwind&lt;br /&gt;The words will roll off my tongue like a sweet love song&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, my love, I couldn't wait to meet you." &lt;br /&gt;But Where r u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114269661571807364?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114269661571807364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114269661571807364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114269661571807364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114269661571807364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/until-we-meet.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Until we meet&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114216911084444765</id><published>2006-03-12T18:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:41:50.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Husband for sale </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have a good laugh to every one of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in New &lt;br /&gt;York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. &lt;br /&gt;Among the instructions at the entrance is a &lt;br /&gt;description of how the store operates. You may visit &lt;br /&gt;the store ONLY ONCE ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six floors and the attributes of the men &lt;br /&gt;increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, &lt;br /&gt;however, a catch . . .. you may choose any man from a &lt;br /&gt;particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, &lt;br /&gt;but you cannot go back down except to exit the &lt;br /&gt;building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to &lt;br /&gt;find a husband . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third &lt;br /&gt;floor sign reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids, and are &lt;br /&gt;extremely good looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop- &lt;br /&gt;dead good looking and help with the housework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!"she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop- &lt;br /&gt;dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a &lt;br /&gt;strong romantic streak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth &lt;br /&gt;floor and the sign reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. &lt;br /&gt;There are no men on this floor. This floor exists &lt;br /&gt;solely as proof that women are impossible to please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch &lt;br /&gt;your step as you exit the building, and have a nice &lt;br /&gt;day! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114216911084444765?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114216911084444765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114216911084444765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114216911084444765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114216911084444765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/husband-for-sale.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Husband for sale &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114192858815921460</id><published>2006-03-09T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:53:08.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How To Be A Better Couple </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Be realistic about each other. &lt;br /&gt;Don't try to turn ur partner into something he or she is not. Let's face it, guys-there's only 1 Pamela Anderson in the world, and even she has had her implants removed! Give ur gal a break and understand that her physical appearance is NOT going to change overnite with the help of a few facials ! or treat ments. And ladies, Brad Pitt has already been taken, so u're gonna have to do with what ur guy is like! Chill out, love each other for what u are. There is more to ur partner than what meets the eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always talk things out. &lt;br /&gt;Now guys, I know this is not ur fave pastime or mode of resolving issues, but u know what? This works with the gals. Don't make assumptions about each other's feelings. Learn to xpress urself better so that ur partner undrstands what u're angry about, or hurt about, or even happy about! When u stop talking to each other from the heart, it's the beginning of the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do stuff together. &lt;br /&gt;Make an effort to do things together. Do some sports or involve urselves in some shared activities; something both of u enjoy or are interested in. It could be as simple as watching movies together, or jus strolling hand-in-hand down Orchard Road. Watch soccor with him once in a while though the green patch on TV puts u to sleep in 3 seconds. And guys, do give in if ur gal asks for another day at window-shopping, rather than suggest that she go out with her girlfriends for "that sort of activities" instead. If u're spending more time with ur friends rather than with ur partner, it's a warning sign that u're drifting apart!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet each other halfway. &lt;br /&gt;If he agrees to throw out that rotten T-shirt with the "The_Rock" print, u shouldn't kick up much of a fuss if he asks u to keep ur room tidy. There's gotta be a little giving and taking in a relationship, so learn to meet each other halfway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Show ur love &lt;br /&gt;Buy her flowers or candy or perfume everynow and then, even if u have been together for 5years. It's wonderful to continue showing someone that u care for him or her. Cook him a special meal, paint him a Valentine's Day card. Knit him mini-socks he can't wear ( like for decoration purposes =&gt; ), buy him a packet of milk for breakfast, or pack his wardrobe for him...so he knows u can still be romantic and loving despite having been together for quite a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Respect each other. &lt;br /&gt;Stop making jokes about her hair or skin, or whatever it is u love to laugh at. Ask urself if she thinks if its funny. And if he has an inferiority complex about his height, stop ogling at tall guys and make him feel worse! Love is about respecting each other's feelings and being sensitive to each other at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bury the past. &lt;br /&gt;Stop bringing up the past. Gals..don't bring up the happy things about u and ur ex to ur guy, it would jus make him jealous or unhappy. And guys, don't talk about the happy times that u had with ur ex or mention about her in ur every other sentence as it would make ur gal feel un-happy and she might think that u saying all this b'cos u are gonna get back with ur ex or not interested in her anymore.&lt; /P&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sit on ur jealousy. &lt;br /&gt;All of us go thru' spells of insecurity at the beginning of the relationship, but don't translate that insecurity into jealousy. If u're gonna go through ur partner's mail and cupboard, and eavesdropping on conversations, u know something is wrong - with u!!! Jealousy is like a poison that slowly spreads thru' the relationship before finally killing it. Trust ur partner; love has to have trust in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Keep ur commitments to each other. &lt;br /&gt;If ur partner is standing u up all the time and cancelling dates and breaking promises, u need to talk! If u're in a relationship, make ur partner ur priority and don't disappoint them if u can help it. It's really terrible when someone promises to take u to dinner, and then calls to cancel it. Don't make promises u can't keep. If ur partner starts to feel that he/she is not important enough to u, u may jus lose him/her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be honest. &lt;br /&gt;Honesty is not scowling at how awful she looks first thing in the morning, or telling him that he has the biceps of a fly~! When we say "be honest", we mean expressing ur feelings clearly, not being bitingly cruel. When u're hurt, say so, and when u're angry, tell him/her, w/o getting hysterical. If u can't be honest with ur partner, who can u be honest with? ý Love is also about honesty, and a relationship where no honesty exists probabl! y isn't worth it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114192858815921460?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114192858815921460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114192858815921460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114192858815921460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114192858815921460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-be-better-couple.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;How To Be A Better Couple &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114181729374899231</id><published>2006-03-08T16:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:58:13.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Womens Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He naari ,tu srushti ka adbhut vardan,&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai srushti ki srujan haar,&lt;br /&gt;Tu shakti hai,tu bhakti hai,&lt;br /&gt;He srushti shakti tujhe namaskar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laxmi hai tu,Durga hai tu,Hai tu hi vinavadini,&lt;br /&gt;Ganga tu hi,Yamuna tu hi,tu hi hai mangalkarini !&lt;br /&gt;Sasyashyamla dharti hai tu aur uddhi ki umang tu&lt;br /&gt;Hai phool tu ,hai sugandh tu,&lt;br /&gt;Aur thandi hawa ka tarang tu,&lt;br /&gt;Ravi ki kiran hai tu aur&lt;br /&gt;Raka ki sheetalta hai tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa tu hi , Mamta tu hi &lt;br /&gt;Tu sham hai ,tu hi raat bhi&lt;br /&gt;Tu riti hai ,tu hi priti bhi&lt;br /&gt;Aur tu hi toh hai Damini !&lt;br /&gt;Mai aur jyada kya kahun tu hi toh hai Ardhangani!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyag ki pratima tu hi ,&lt;br /&gt;Tu hi mamta ki murat hai !&lt;br /&gt;Tu nishkapat hai ,nihswaarth bhi ,&lt;br /&gt;Tu hi toh hai Baldayani,&lt;br /&gt;Tu chahe toh sabko tod de &lt;br /&gt;Yadi chahe toh sabko jod de !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114181729374899231?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114181729374899231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114181729374899231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114181729374899231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114181729374899231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-womens-day.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy Womens Day&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114175846940552955</id><published>2006-03-08T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:48:13.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'> Love Note!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One night a guy &amp; a girl were &lt;br /&gt;driving home from the movies. The &lt;br /&gt;boy sensed there was &lt;br /&gt;something wrong because of the painful &lt;br /&gt;silence they shared between them &lt;br /&gt;that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over &lt;br /&gt;because she wanted to talk. She told him that her &lt;br /&gt;feelings had changed &amp; that it was time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;A silent tear slid down his cheek as he &lt;br /&gt;slowly reached into his pocket &amp; passed her a folded note. &lt;br /&gt;At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down &lt;br /&gt;that very same street. He swerved &lt;br /&gt;right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. &lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she &lt;br /&gt;pulled it out &amp; read it. &lt;br /&gt;"Without your love, I would die." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114175846940552955?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114175846940552955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114175846940552955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114175846940552955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114175846940552955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-note.html' title='&lt;strong&gt; Love Note!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114157419827068904</id><published>2006-03-05T21:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:26:38.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good story to share... </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not &lt;br /&gt;carry sins for a life time. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take! ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is to be fortified by many friendships. &lt;br /&gt;To love &amp; to be loved is the greatest happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Fate determines who comes into our lives. &lt;br /&gt;The heart determines who stays... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do in the working environment. Working happily without any hatred for anyone is the best policy in order to achieve success. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114157419827068904?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114157419827068904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114157419827068904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114157419827068904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114157419827068904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-story-to-share.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Good story to share... &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114154605486991618</id><published>2006-03-05T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:37:34.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The World’s Most Beautiful </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I’d give anything to see the sun set on the horizon, &lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything to gaze at a full moon in the night sky; &lt;br /&gt;Even a rainbow would make me smile, &lt;br /&gt;And I’d love to swim in crystal clear waters &lt;br /&gt;Of an untouched sea; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’ll see a shooting star, &lt;br /&gt;And try to gaze from afar, &lt;br /&gt;All the diamonds in the night sky; &lt;br /&gt;The mist on the mountains is breathtaking, &lt;br /&gt;As is walking in rainforest; &lt;br /&gt;To see cascading waterfalls I’d do anything for, &lt;br /&gt;As to stand on the highest peak in the world, &lt;br /&gt;And look at the sights below; &lt;br /&gt;I’d love to soar on wings above the clouds, &lt;br /&gt;Across the bluest skies; &lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything to see &lt;br /&gt;All the beautiful things in the world, &lt;br /&gt;Like a red rose blooming in the Sahara, &lt;br /&gt;Like a river twisting through a dusty land, &lt;br /&gt;All the beautiful things in the world; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know I am looking at &lt;br /&gt;The world’s most beautiful creation, &lt;br /&gt;Every time you smile, &lt;br /&gt;And every time I look into your eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114154605486991618?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114154605486991618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114154605486991618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114154605486991618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114154605486991618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/worlds-most-beautiful.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The World’s Most Beautiful &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114146730821483298</id><published>2006-03-04T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:45:08.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Soul Searching Again </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am just sitting here thinking of the people who have crossed my path and the lessons I have learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry- You will always be my friend, I love you girl even if you are on the other side now.  I hope your soul has found peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-mom- You showed me the right way to live even though at times I have sometimes taken the wrong path you were always there to guide me back.  You left me a couple years back right before Sherry I now know you had to go, you had to be there to meet Sherry to help guide her in the right way as you always did me.  I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda - A true friend one I have know for over twenty years.  You have shown me just how rich I am with my soul.  I love you girl even though we are so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda - a friend I have know for over 30 years even though I don't get to see you much when I go home it is like we never missed a beat.  You have showed me friends are there no matter how far the distance is or how long they have been a part, that you always pick up from where you left off.  Love you Linda Canouse.  I know your name has changed over the years but you will always be Canouse and I will always be Dodson, no matter what we are still those fun loving girls from high school who still like to party.  Maybe not as much as your brother Steve, but we are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jim - You left me a couple years back before Sherry too.  I hope you are able to show here not to judge others for what they do because life makes people do things that we may not always understand.  I miss you and love you.  You were the only man who stood beside me from the beginning and now the end. I will always carry you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violeta - Someone I feel as a baby sister, she has so much love to give, has a lot of intergity and honest to a fault.  I have watched her grow so much in the past 5 years and am honored to call her friend and watch her grow into anything she wants to be.  I will always be there for her.  She is just so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donita - Someone I can tell anything to we are always on that soul search together.  Even though others may not hold our views we are able to talk out what we see with each other.  Stay pure girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby - You always worry about me.  You think I need a man in my life and even though sometimes I might agree with you. I would rather be alone then without the right man.  Did that for to many years. I don't have to have a man to live a full life.  I am rich with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike - My ex - I was married to you 22 years, 13 years to long.  I do have a beautiful son that you gave to me so I would not trade that for anything in the world.  You lesson was the most valuable.  I know I had a lot of pain and heart ache from you, but that is over and in the past.  I know from you that I want a man to walk beside me.  I want the best friends, lover and passion that only two true soul mates can feel.  It was an expereince to remember but I know now I will never settle for anything that is the best for me.  Thank you for that lesson, even if it took me 22 years to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam - You taught me not to believe in everything someone says.  You gave me my confidence back.  You believed in me even when I didn't. You will always be a friend and special to me for that.  I am honored to have you as a friend, for you see me as me and nothing more or nothing less.  You can always read me.  I am glad you are in my life and that you care for me as a friend.  I wouldn't be who I am right now without you. The night I talked to you and told you one of my fears of being alone for the rest of my life and you told me: I wouldn't be alone my heart is to pure and I will find the love I want.  I just can't replace the love I have known.  You have taught me so many things I could write a whole section on you, but I won't you and I know and that is what truly matters. You know above all other's how pure my heart really is. For you perverts out there reading this it has never been a sexual relationship between us just true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny - A man I was not able to read, had lots of words, but isn't that a musician, played the game well though.  You taught me men are toe jam and just looking for one thing and they are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donny - Didn't get to know you really, we were on two different paths and that is okay.  I hope you find what you are looking for.  I learned from you though that their are men in this world who are honest and do have integritity.  I will find my soul mate.  I know a lot of people don't believe in the dream, but I do and their is no other way for me to live.  Will continue my search even if I never find it it will still be a fun journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to send my love to each and everyone of these people for the lessons I have learned from them.  Some of you have moved on in life and some have stayed but the lessons I have learned will stay with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114146730821483298?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114146730821483298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114146730821483298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114146730821483298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114146730821483298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/03/soul-searching-again.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Soul Searching Again &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114114243063193494</id><published>2006-02-28T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:30:32.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SHAYARIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Basaa lungi mai dil mein surat tumhari&lt;br /&gt;Sunungi tumhe dil ki dhadkan bankar&lt;br /&gt;Mere pyar ko jhutha na samajhna&lt;br /&gt;Tumhare ghar aana chahti hun dulhan bankar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aapke pehlu mein gam ke siva kya mila &lt;br /&gt;Sulagte dil ko &lt;br /&gt;Hawa ke sivaye kya mila&lt;br /&gt;Woh Khush honge jinhe yeh mauka mila!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh shamma kya bujhe &lt;br /&gt;Jisse roshan khuda kare&lt;br /&gt;Woh diwani kya kare &lt;br /&gt;Jisse majboor kisika pyar kare!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maut kabhi bhi mil sakti hai&lt;br /&gt;Lekin achi mohabbat nahi milegi&lt;br /&gt;Pyar karne wale soch samjhle&lt;br /&gt;Phir tujhko yeh pal nahi milegi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere muskurahat ko dekhi duniya ne&lt;br /&gt;Magar mere dard ko koi pehchan na saka&lt;br /&gt;Ek tera sahara tha dil ko &lt;br /&gt;Par tu bhi mujhe pehchan na saka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114114243063193494?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114114243063193494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114114243063193494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114114243063193494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114114243063193494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/shayaris.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;SHAYARIS&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114094726886036664</id><published>2006-02-26T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:39:04.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Childs Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They tell me you are sending me to Earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But tell me," said the unborn child, "here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard that on Earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly, "Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your angel's name is of no importance; you will call your angel Mummy." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114094726886036664?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114094726886036664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114094726886036664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114094726886036664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114094726886036664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/childs-angel.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A Childs Angel&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114094655436597109</id><published>2006-02-26T15:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:05:54.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's poem    </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Her hair was up in a pony  tail,  her favorite dress tied with a bow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Daddy's Day at school,  and she couldn't wait to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her mommy tried to tell  her,  that she probably should stay home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the kids might not understand,  if she went to school alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was not afraid;  she knew just what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still her mother worried,  for her to face this day alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was why once again,  she tried to keep her daughter home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the little girl went to school,  eager to tell them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children were squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one the teacher called, a student from the class, to introduce their daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seconds slowly passed, at last the teacher called her name, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a man who wasn't there.  "Where's her daddy at?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another student dared to shout.   And from somewhere near the back, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too busy to waste his day. "The words did not offend her, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you cannot meet him,  I wanted you to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart. " With that, her little hand reached up, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.  Proudly watching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.  "I love my daddy very much, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here,  but heaven's just too far! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see he was a fireman and died just this past year &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she closed her eyes,  and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she witnessed with surprise, a room full of daddies and children, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the silence she called out.  And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining bright star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person, an hour to appreciate them, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114094655436597109?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114094655436597109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114094655436597109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114094655436597109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114094655436597109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/daddys-poem.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Daddy&apos;s poem    &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114094574934053675</id><published>2006-02-26T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:52:29.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love never hurries, it is always kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not jealous, and never boasts of its greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not rude or selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always ready to forgive and forget mistakes we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is no friend of wickedness, but delights in honesty and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is strong and never gives up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never loses its trust in God or its hope for the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will survive all things because it is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114094574934053675?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114094574934053675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114094574934053675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114094574934053675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114094574934053675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114088946556201155</id><published>2006-02-25T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:14:26.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>90/10 Principle </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you read this before? &lt;br /&gt;Discover the 90/10 Principle. It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations). What is this principle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. What does this mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? By your reaction. You cannot control a red light., but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use an example. &lt;br /&gt;You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just what happened. What happens when the next will be determined by how you react.You curse. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of how you reacted in the morning. Why did you have a bad &lt;br /&gt;day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it? &lt;br /&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it? &lt;br /&gt;C) Did the policeman cause it? &lt;br /&gt;D) Did you cause it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is " D". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day. Here is what could have and should have happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "It's ok honey, you just need, to be more careful next time". Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive &lt;br /&gt;5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference? &lt;br /&gt;Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of how you REACTED. &lt;br /&gt;You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle. &lt;br /&gt;If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off) &lt;br /&gt;Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive? &lt;br /&gt;Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job.The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. &lt;br /&gt;Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse. Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It CAN change your life!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114088946556201155?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114088946556201155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114088946556201155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114088946556201155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114088946556201155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/9010-principle.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;90/10 Principle &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114080128256146829</id><published>2006-02-24T22:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:44:42.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'> Definition of kiss </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Prof .of Economics     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is that thing for which the demand is aways higher than the supply.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Accountancy     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is a credit because it is profitable when returned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Algebra     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is infinity because two divided by nothing.Prof. of Geometry     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the shortest distance between two lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Physics     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the contraction of mouth due to the expansion of the heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Chemistry     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the reaction of the interaction between two hearts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Zoology     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the interchange of salivary bacteria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Prof. of Physiology     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the juxtaposition of two orbicularisoris muscles in the state of contraction.  &lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Dentistry     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is infectious and antiseptic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Philosophy     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the persecution for the child, ecstasy for the youth and homage for the old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of English     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is a noun that is used as a conjunction, it is more common than proper, it is spoken in the plural and it is applicable to all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Architecture     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is a process which builds a solid bond between the two dynamic objects  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Comp.Science     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a kiss? It seems to be an undefined variable &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114080128256146829?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114080128256146829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114080128256146829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114080128256146829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114080128256146829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/definition-of-kiss.html' title='&lt;strong&gt; Definition of kiss &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114079777748733048</id><published>2006-02-24T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:46:17.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stubbornness versus love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;She asked him, "Honey, if we get married, how many kids do you expect to have? She didn't wait for his reply and continued with her own fancy dream! "I hope to have 10 kids so I can teach and train them to become bright kids!" He replied her with "if we have kids, I will just let them be whatever they want to be, why push the kids to learn what they don't want to?" she retorted him with, "if the babies will not listen to my instruction, I will punish them until they obey to whatever I ask them to learn." He smiled at her stubbornness and replied, "If you do that so, I will take all of them to have vacation at other places, I will give each of them one little cap and a small bag and we will go by taking the aeroplane! We will be more likely to abandon you to stay frustrated at home." She punched him lightly after she listened to his comment while he grinned! They had loved each other for so long and they believe that their destiny to become husband and wife! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought him a watch on his birthday, he kept it safely in a box! She shouted him for not wearing the watch daily! He explained that he want to maintain every memories and asset that belong's to them in good shape! He had the habit of writing down the memories of their life together! Sometimes, he would write down the details on their fighting day, it reminded him that love won't always run smoothly but he would tackle every obstacle on the journey of their love! He knew she was a stubborn woman, but he also knew that she was the only woman whom had conquered the big territory of his heart! He would live only with her  his whole life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to work oversea with his buddy under contract! Distance obviously was not the problem for them! He worked as a supervisor at a factory while she moved on life with her study! The phone calls and emails had provided them sufficient communicative ways to contact each other! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His buddy went back to his own hometown and visited her on his way back. His buddy desired her beauty and intelligent and urged her to be his girlfriend! She refused immediately and said she only love her boyfriend! She promised him that she won't expose his proposal of  her boy friend! But she never predicted that guy will tell  her boy friend that he had spent one night in her room! She did allow him to stay one night at her place but the exact location that he stayed was at the living room instead of her room! However that guy had spread the rumors around their work place that he had slept with her! He was furious and called her asking for truth! She told him that she had allowed that guy to stay at her place! He was losing his controlled and started to scold her without waiting for her to finish the last sentence! She was surprised to his anger and she was angrier for his sarcastic which made her feel humiliated! She refused to explain further to him! The next few days, He was waiting for her to deny everything that is going to cause vicious impact on their relationship but she kept quiet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on the cold war . She was deeply in pain and she was crying silent at the middle of the night! She swore she would never forgive him for accused her out of nothing! He knew her character and she won't explain anything to him! He also knew himself well, when his ego being striking, she would remain as stubborn as she was! The last time they met was the time he told her, "We are still young; maybe now is not the right time for us to talk about love! Let's us just be friend! If you are mine, you will be mine thoroughly for the future!" She was deeply in pain and she told herself if he was not intending to make her his now, she swore she would never belong to him for the future! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued life as a student and he as a supervisor at oversea! She didn't know that he still had heart on her! He kept their memories and the watch she had given to him! He is waiting for her to come back to him again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She worked at different country after she graduated. Her outlook had been changed along with her mind! She was more mature now but the thing about her that changed the most was her heart! Her heart had been closed by using encrypt passwords! He had changed as well; he became lonelier along with the gradually success of his career! He remembered her dream to have a complete and happy family! But she refused to admit even to herself that she still remembered the moments they had been together! He had silently arranged some legal property and real estate arrangement for her because he knew she was not good in planning for her future, especially without him by her sides now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attend her wedding party 2 years later, he blessed her to have a happy marriage life with her husband! He gave her the watch as her wedding gift along with one diamond ring he had bought silently on the day she had told him that she wanted to have 10 kids with him! She accepted them quietly and wished him could find his life partner soon! He laughed and said he definitely would found a woman who only wanted to have one kid in their marriage life! Her eyes were full of tears when she listened to his statement! He remained single without marry though! He was busy to build his empire at the day and miss her at night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years later, he died of heart attack! She attended his funeral and making a request to put the watch on his wrist! She remained cold and she thought she had managed her emotion well! But she never expected that her tears had been flow down nonstop on her cheeks! She looked at the man whom she had been loved for more than 3 decades but he was lying in the coffin now! She knew that if she had to pay for the stubbornness which had separated them all these years, she won't stalk the heavy bet that caused them to lose the chances to love each others back to so many years ago! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114079777748733048?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114079777748733048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114079777748733048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114079777748733048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114079777748733048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/stubbornness-versus-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Stubbornness versus love&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114072386700912683</id><published>2006-02-24T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:52:06.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When will I realise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don’ know whether It’s the case of all of us, but I need to accept this fact. I never realize that it’s always good to be In “SAFE HANDS”, here I mean, being under the control and guidance of parents and elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve all along been hating my mom for not letting me do what ever I want to… but, I seldom realize that being u/d my mom’s control would always help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If my mom knows all that I do and what I’m up to she can very well guide me and she can hold me when I slip off. She will take care of me when I fall into any sort of evil pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would feel so secure to be in those safe hands of my parents forever. I have never understood this until I heard my friend’s story. It’s a very petty thing, but when it came to her, it was a little serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This happened when she was 15yrs old. There was a guy calling her daily, she had never even seen him and this person kept on speaking to her &amp; there were so many sleepless nights from then on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That person was really disturbing her. As her mom knew all her whereabouts, she could trace that person and help her come out of that stupid fellow.. She had many such circumstances when her mom guided her the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And when in my case as well, I had similar such problems and my mom was my soul support. When my friends betrayed me, when my teacher was angry with me {for my naughty pranks..lol}, when some silly fellows came behind me, when I got into a bad gang of friends, oh, in all these instances, mom was there for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She was there always. I can never forget those childhood days when she used to hurry from office to pick me back from school when my van driver dint comes. I can still remember the day I cried when in school due to stomachache, oh she was always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love those moments and I treasure them… but, now, why do I at times think it’s too much policing. Why do I always complain about this? I am given the required freedom and I should just use it properly. Instead I complain for not having been allowed to do some small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know when I would realize that being under my mom’s control is just like being under the supervision of GOD himself. I really wonder...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114072386700912683?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114072386700912683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114072386700912683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114072386700912683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114072386700912683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-will-i-realise.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;When will I realise?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114072350567513754</id><published>2006-02-24T01:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:08:25.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brain &amp; Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How the brain processes emotions????&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Scientists have discovered how the brain processes emotionally charged information. &lt;br /&gt;They have found that the left side of the brain alone appears to take responsibility for decoding the literal meaning of emotional messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that the brain's right hemisphere plays a role in assessing the tone in which the message is delivered - a concept known technically as prosody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The findings are based on measuring how fast blood flows to the tissues of the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A greater velocity implies more activity in that area of the brain because brain cells, when active, require an increased supply of oxygen and glucose, both of which are carried in the blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team from Ghent University in Belgium used a technique called transcranial doppler ultrasonography to measure blood flow velocity in the brain's left and right middle cerebral arteries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning and tone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample sentences &lt;br /&gt;He really enjoys that funny cartoon (happy)&lt;br /&gt;The little girl lost both her parents (sad)&lt;br /&gt;Panic broke out in that dark tunnel (fear)&lt;br /&gt;Always store disc in its protective case(neutral)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The researchers asked 36 participants, hooked up to ultrasound monitors, to identify the emotion conveyed in dozens of pre-recorded sentences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volunteers were asked either to focus on the actual meaning of the words, or on the emotion conveyed by how they were spoken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each sentences had just one of four basic emotional meanings (happy, sad, angry or afraid) or was neutral (see box). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actors spoke the sentences with either an emotional or neutral tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they listened to the sentences, participants pointed to the appropriate emotion on a card listing them, using both fingers to minimize setting off one side of the brain only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood flow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researchers found that when participants were asked to focus on the meaning of what was said blood flow velocity went up significantly on the left side of the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when attention was shifted to how to how it was said velocity also went up markedly on the right side of the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it did not go down on the left - suggesting that both sides of the brain play a role in helping to label the emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead researcher Professor Guy Vingerhoets told BBC News Online: "It appears that we have a different pattern of cerebral activity devoted to the emotional 'what' and the emotional 'how' of the spoken message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our findings suggest patients with right hemispheric lesions could experience more problems in understanding the emotional prosody of a spoken message and certainly may have difficulties in correctly discriminating deliberate discrepancies in content and prosody that convey more subtle forms of emotional expression in speech." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident victims &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist David Zald, of Vanderbilt University in Nashville, has carried out similar research into the functioning of the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told BBC News Online previous research had suggested that people who had suffered injury to the right side of their brains had trouble making sense of emotional information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he said the technique used in the study was limited because it could not show which specific areas of the brain within each hemisphere were active at any given time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Tonmoy Sharma, director of the Clinical Neuroscience Research Centre, Dartford, Kent, said the technique used in the study had great potential as a tool for investigating the effects of brain injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is cheap to use, and completely non-invasive," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research is published in Neuropsychology, the journal of the American Psychological Association. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114072350567513754?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114072350567513754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114072350567513754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114072350567513754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114072350567513754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/brain-emotions.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Brain &amp; Emotions&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114071978037628918</id><published>2006-02-24T00:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:12:57.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are You In Love With Someone? </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When you are together with that special someone, you pretend to ignore that person. &lt;br /&gt;But when that special someone is not around, you might look around to find them. &lt;br /&gt;At that moment, you are in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh, &lt;br /&gt;your eyes and attention might go only to that special someone. &lt;br /&gt;Then, you are in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that special someone was supposed to have called you long back, to let you know of their safe arrival, &lt;br /&gt;your phone is quiet. &lt;br /&gt;You are desperately waiting for the call! &lt;br /&gt;At that moment, you are in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are much more excited for one short e-mail from &lt;br /&gt;that special someone than other many long e-mails, &lt;br /&gt;you are in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find yourself as one who cannot erase all the &lt;br /&gt;messages in your answering machine because of one message &lt;br /&gt;from that special someone, you are in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get a couple of free movie tickets, you would &lt;br /&gt;not hesitate to think of that special someone. &lt;br /&gt;Then, you are in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep telling yourself, "that special someone is just a friend", but you realize that you can not avoid that person's special attraction. At that moment, you are in love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114071978037628918?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114071978037628918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114071978037628918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114071978037628918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114071978037628918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-in-love-with-someone.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Are You In Love With Someone? &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114052956253504775</id><published>2006-02-21T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:16:02.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I WISH YOU ENOUGH </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, "I love you. I wish you enough."She in turn said, "Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy." They kissed and she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man was experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is, the next trip back will be for my funeral," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you were saying good-bye I heard you say,'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to smile, "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them," he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. &lt;br /&gt;I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then began to sob and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114052956253504775?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114052956253504775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114052956253504775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114052956253504775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114052956253504775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I WISH YOU ENOUGH &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114052820411974515</id><published>2006-02-21T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:08:08.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>101 ways to make you smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;01. Call an old friend, just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;02. Hold a door open for a stranger.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;03. Invite someone to lunch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;04. Compliment someone on his or her appearance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;05. Ask a coworker for their opinion on a project.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;06. Bring cookies to work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;07. Let someone cut in during rush hour traffic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;08. Leave a waitress or waiter a big tip.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;09. Tell a cashier to have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. Call your parents.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;11. Let someone know you miss them.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;12. Treat someone to a movie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Let a person know you really appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. Visit a retirement center.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. Take a child to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Fill up your spouse's car with gas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. Surprise someone with a small gift.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Leave a thank-you note for the cleaning staff at work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. Write a letter to a distant relative.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. Tell someone you thought about them the other day.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;21. Put a dime in a stranger's parking meter before the time expires.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;22. Bake a cake for a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. Send someone flowers to where they work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. Invite a friend to tea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. Recommend a good book to someone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. Donate clothing to a charity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. Offer an elderly person a ride to where they need to go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. Bag your own groceries at the checkout counter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. Give blood.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. Offer free baby-sitting to a friend who's&lt;br /&gt;    really busy or just needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;31. Help your neighbor rake leaves or shovel snow.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;32. Offer your seat to someone when there aren't any left.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. Help someone with a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. Ask to see a store's manager and comment on the great service.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. Give your place in line at the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;    to someone who has only a few items.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. Hug someone in your family for no reason.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. Wave to a child in the car next to you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. Send a thank-you note to your doctor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. Repeat something nice you heard about someone else.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. Leave a joke on someone's answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;41. Be a mentor or coach to someone.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;42. Forgive a loan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. Fill up the copier machine with paper after you're done using it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44. Tell someone you believe in them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45. Share your umbrella on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46. Welcome new neighbors with flowers or a plant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;47. Offer to watch a friend's home while they're away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;48. Ask someone if they need you to pick up&lt;br /&gt;    anything while you're out shopping.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;49. Ask a child to play a board game, and let them win.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;50. Ask an elderly person to tell you about the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;51. During bad weather, plan an indoor picnic with the family.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;52. Buy someone a goldfish and bowl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;53. Compliment someone on their cooking and&lt;br /&gt;    politely ask for a second helping.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;54. Dance with someone who hasn't been asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;55. Tell someone you mentioned them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;56. Give children's clothes to another family&lt;br /&gt;    when your kids outgrow them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;57. Deliver extra vegetables from your garden&lt;br /&gt;    to the whole neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;58. Call your spouse just to say, I love you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;59. Call someone's attention to a rainbow or beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;60. Invite someone to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;61. Figure out someone's half-birthday by adding 182 days,&lt;br /&gt;    and surprise them with a cake.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;62. Ask someone about their children.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;63. Tell someone which quality you like most about them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;64. Brush the snow off of the car next to yours.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;65. Return your shopping cart to the front of the store.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;66. Encourage someone's dream, no matter how big or small it is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;67. Pay for a stranger's cup of coffee without them knowing it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;68. Leave a love letter where your partner will find it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;69. Ask an older person for their advice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;70. Offer to take care of someone's pet while they're away.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;71. Tell a child you're proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;72. Visit a sick person, or send them a care package.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;73. Join a Big Brother or Sister program.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;74. Leave a piece of candy on a coworker's desk.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;75. Bring your child to work with you for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;76. Give someone a recording of their favorite music.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;77. Email a friend some information about&lt;br /&gt;    a topic they are especially interested in.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;78. Give someone a homemade gift.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;79. Write a poem for someone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;80. Bake some cookies for your local fire or police department.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;81. Organize a neighborhood cleanup and have a barbecue afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;82. Help a child build a birdhouse or similar project.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;83. Check in on an old person, just to see if they're okay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;84. Ask for the recipe after you eat over at someone's house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;85. Personally welcome a new employee at work&lt;br /&gt;    and offer to take them out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;86. While in a car, ask everyone to buckle up&lt;br /&gt;    because they are important to you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;87. Let someone else eat the last slice of cake or pizza.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;88. Stop and buy a drink from a kid's lemonade stand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;89. Forgive someone when they apologize.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;90. Wave to someone looking for a parking space when&lt;br /&gt;    you're about to leave a shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;91. Send a copy of an old photograph to a childhood friend.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;92. Leave a pint of your spouse's favorite flavor of&lt;br /&gt;    ice cream in the freezer with a bow on it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;93. Do a household chore that is usually done&lt;br /&gt;    by someone else in the family.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;94. Be especially happy for someone when&lt;br /&gt;    they tell you their good news.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;95. Compliment a coworker on their role in a successful project.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;96. Give your spouse a spontaneous back rub at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;97. Serve someone in your family breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;98. Ask someone if they've lost weight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;99. Make a donation to a charity in someone's honor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;100.Take a child to a ballgame.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least..... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;101. Help atleast one helpless handicapped&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114052820411974515?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114052820411974515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114052820411974515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114052820411974515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114052820411974515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/101-ways-to-make-you-smile.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;101 ways to make you smile&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114044607350705961</id><published>2006-02-20T19:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:34:55.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kindness Pays !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his &lt;br /&gt;way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was &lt;br /&gt;hungry. &lt;br /&gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost &lt;br /&gt;his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal &lt;br /&gt;he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought &lt;br /&gt;him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How &lt;br /&gt;much do I owe you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never &lt;br /&gt;to accept payment for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from &lt;br /&gt;my heart." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger &lt;br /&gt;physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been &lt;br /&gt;ready to give up and quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors &lt;br /&gt;were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called &lt;br /&gt;in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called &lt;br /&gt;in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came &lt;br /&gt;from, a strange light filled his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. &lt;br /&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her &lt;br /&gt;at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his &lt;br /&gt;best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the &lt;br /&gt;case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the &lt;br /&gt;business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked &lt;br /&gt;at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her &lt;br /&gt;room. &lt;br /&gt;She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her &lt;br /&gt;life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught ; &lt;br /&gt;her attention on the side as She read these words..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, &lt;br /&gt;GOD, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114044607350705961?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114044607350705961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114044607350705961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114044607350705961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114044607350705961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/kindness-pays.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Kindness Pays !!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114002630575146972</id><published>2006-02-15T23:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:28:25.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Socrates Triple Filter Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything, I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple filter?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first filter is TRUTH. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of GOODNESS. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, on the contrary..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the filter of USEFULNESS. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why Socrates was a great philosopher &amp; held in such high esteem. Friends, use this triple filter each time you hear loose talk about any of your near &amp; dear friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114002630575146972?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114002630575146972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114002630575146972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114002630575146972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114002630575146972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/socrates-triple-filter-test.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Socrates Triple Filter Test&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114002187222774856</id><published>2006-02-15T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:14:32.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wait to Be Happy,Be Happy Now !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We convince ourselves that life will be better&lt;br /&gt;after we get married, have a baby, then another.&lt;br /&gt;Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old&lt;br /&gt;enough. We'll be more content when they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we're frustrated that we have&lt;br /&gt;teenagers to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;We will certainly be happy when&lt;br /&gt;they are out of " that stage ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tell ourselves that our life will&lt;br /&gt;be complete when our spouse gets his&lt;br /&gt;or her act together. When we get a nicer car,&lt;br /&gt;when we are able to go on a nice vacation, or when we retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, there's no better time&lt;br /&gt;to be happy than right now. If not now, when? &lt;br /&gt;Your life will " always " be filled with challenges. &lt;br /&gt;It's best to admit this to yourself and decide&lt;br /&gt;to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;So, treasure " every " moment! &lt;br /&gt;Treasure it more because you&lt;br /&gt;shared it with someone special.&lt;br /&gt;Special enough to spend&lt;br /&gt;your time with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time waits for no one. &lt;br /&gt;Happiness is like sugar,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little can make you smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114002187222774856?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114002187222774856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114002187222774856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114002187222774856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114002187222774856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-wait-to-be-happybe-happy-now.html' title='Don&apos;t Wait to Be Happy,Be Happy Now !'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114002158627231731</id><published>2006-02-15T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:09:46.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are times when only a Mother's love &lt;br /&gt;Can understand our tears, &lt;br /&gt;Can soothe our disappointments &lt;br /&gt;And calm all of our fears. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when only a Mother's love &lt;br /&gt;Can share the joy we feel &lt;br /&gt;When something we have dreamed about &lt;br /&gt;Quite suddenly is real. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when only a Mother's faith &lt;br /&gt;Can help us on life's way &lt;br /&gt;And inspire in us the confidence &lt;br /&gt;We need from day to day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith &lt;br /&gt;And a Mother's steadfast love &lt;br /&gt;Were fashioned by the Angels &lt;br /&gt;And sent from God above. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114002158627231731?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114002158627231731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114002158627231731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114002158627231731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114002158627231731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/mothers-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A Mother&apos;s Love&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114000356621042329</id><published>2006-02-15T17:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:09:26.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Treasures In you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are treasures in life, &lt;br /&gt;but owners are few&lt;br /&gt;Of money and power &lt;br /&gt;to buy things brand new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you can be wealthy &lt;br /&gt;and feel regal too, &lt;br /&gt;If you will just look &lt;br /&gt;for the treasures in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These treasures in life &lt;br /&gt;are not hard to find &lt;br /&gt;When you look in your heart, &lt;br /&gt;your soul, and your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when you are willing &lt;br /&gt;to share what's within, &lt;br /&gt;Your fervent search &lt;br /&gt;for riches will end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy and the laughter, &lt;br /&gt;the smile that you bring; &lt;br /&gt;The heart unafraid &lt;br /&gt;to love and to sing; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hand always willing &lt;br /&gt;to help those in need; &lt;br /&gt;Ones quick to reach out, &lt;br /&gt;to labor and fee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for sharing &lt;br /&gt;these great gifts inside; &lt;br /&gt;The caring, the cheering, &lt;br /&gt;the hug when one cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the energy, &lt;br /&gt;encouragement too, &lt;br /&gt;And thank you for sharing &lt;br /&gt;the treasures in you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114000356621042329?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114000356621042329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114000356621042329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114000356621042329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114000356621042329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/treasures-in-you.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Treasures In you&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114000227020935101</id><published>2006-02-15T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:47:50.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why do Women Cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he asked God. He said, "God, why do women cry so easily?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When I made the woman she had to be special. &lt;br /&gt;I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114000227020935101?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114000227020935101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114000227020935101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114000227020935101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114000227020935101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-do-women-cry.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Why do Women Cry?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114000172508646493</id><published>2006-02-15T16:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:38:45.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Put Down Your Burdens</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A professor was giving a lecture to his students on stress management. He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The students' answers ranged from 20g to 500gm.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is OK.   If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance. It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and are able to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for a moment if you can.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pick it up again later when you have rested... Rest and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life is short, enjoy it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114000172508646493?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114000172508646493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114000172508646493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114000172508646493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114000172508646493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/put-down-your-burdens.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Put Down Your Burdens&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-114000149787119835</id><published>2006-02-15T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:34:57.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If God had Voicemail </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We have all learned to live with "voice mail" as a necessary part of modern life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you wondered what it would be like if God decided to install voice mail? Imagine praying and hearing this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling My Father's House. Please select one of the following options: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 for Requests &lt;br /&gt;Press 2 for Thanksgiving &lt;br /&gt;Press 3 for Complaints &lt;br /&gt;Press 4 for All Other Inquiries. &lt;br /&gt;What if God used the familiar excuse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, all of our angels are busy helping other saints right now. However, your prayer is important to us and will be answered in the order it was received, so please stay on the line." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine getting these responses as you call God in Prayer: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out if a loved one has been assigned to Heaven, Press 5, enter his or her social security number, then press the pound key. (If you get a negative response, try area code 666.) For reservations at "My Father's House," please enter J-O-H-N, followed by 3-1-6. For answers to nagging questions about dinosaurs, the age of the earth and where Noah's Ark is, please wait until you arrive here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our computers show that you have already prayed once today. Please hang up and try again tomorrow so that others may have a chance to get through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sure glad God doesn't have voice mail!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-114000149787119835?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/114000149787119835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=114000149787119835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114000149787119835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/114000149787119835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-god-had-voicemail.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;If God had Voicemail &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113984747947580566</id><published>2006-02-13T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:47:59.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Valentine’s Day History And Origin -- People have been in love from time immemorial. It would be unjust to ascribe any particular history and origin to love and the feelings that come with it. But Valentine’s Day, the day which celebrates love worldwide, sure has a history and origin of its own. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Gift Ideas -- It’s quite a famous fact that exchanging of romantic and warm Valentine’s Day special gifts and greetings form the major part of this second most popular holiday of the year. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine's Day Roses and Other Flowers -- The color red has been associated with love for quite a long time as red roses were the favorite flower of Venus, the love goddess. And Valentine's Day being the day to celebrate love, roses unanimously top the charts on Valentine's Day. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Decorations -- Love decorates the mood every February 14 and the Valentine’s Day decorations speak the heart for you ! So all you have to do this Valentine's Day is to make the ambiance irresistibly romantic and set the decorations warm, snug and love-ly. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Candy -- Though Valentine’s Day has been celebrated since the pagan times, the tradition of giving flowers and candy has cropped up only since as late as the nineteenth century. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Party Ideas -- The more, the merrier ! So this February 14, have a Valentine's Day party with all you hold close and multiply the celebrations ! ... more &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Poems -- Valentine’s Day poems are hugely popular as poetry is and has always been a supreme way of expressing one’s feelings. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day—Ideas For Celebration -- Valentine’s Day celebrations are observed all over the world with ever-swelling enthusiasm and fond regard. It goes without saying that exchanging greetings and delicate gifts or love tokens make up the lion’s share of Valentine’s Day celebrations. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Craft Ideas -- February 14 and it’s time for yet another fun crafts session ! Valentine’s Day craft ideas are many—just spare your time and get them going to impress all your loved ones. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Symbols -- What are the first few things that come to your mind when you think of Valentine's Day ? Cupids, flowers, candies, doves or hearts ? ... more &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Games -- Not having games at a party is like not having cheese on a pizza ! So on Valentine's Day, stack your party with a whole lot of fun Valentine’s Day games and have a jolly good time with friends/ folks/ sweetheart. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Romantic Ideas -- It’s Valentine's Day and could the mood get more romantic ? ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Recipes -- If you want to let your dear ones know how much you love and care for them on Valentine’s Day, why not do it with some lip-smacking and irresistible Valentine’s Day recipes ? ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Quotes -- Quote this—Love, love and love alone is what we need on Valentine's Day ! ... more &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Jokes -- If you are looking for a few good laughs on Valentine's Day, then some Valentine's Day jokes are just right for you. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Songs -- Ever heard about the way in which you can sing your way to love ? Well, Valentine's Day songs are just the melodious treats you need to set the ball rolling for your love life. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Family Activities -- Most people hold this view that Valentine’s Day is a day for lovers all around the world. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Customs And Traditions -- To be very right, the Valentine’s Day customs and traditions vary a little from one country to another. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valentine’s Day Around The World -- Whether in the United States of America or in Europe, in the Northern Hemisphere or in the Southern Hemisphere, when it’s Valentine's Day, the love quotient will most assumingly be high all over ! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113984747947580566?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113984747947580566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113984747947580566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113984747947580566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113984747947580566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Valentine&apos;s Day&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113984642528535218</id><published>2006-02-13T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:30:25.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some pointers of life! </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Leave me the hell alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a leaky tire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex is like air. It's not important unless you aren't getting any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No one is listening until you make a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Always remember you're unique. Just like everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Never test the depth of the water with both feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again, it was probably worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't squat with your spurs on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you drink, don't park; accidents cause people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Some days you are the bug; some days you are the windshield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Good judgment comes from bad experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Timing has an awful lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A closed mouth gathers no foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your mouth is moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Never miss a good chance to shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. We are born naked, wet, and hungry. Then things get worse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113984642528535218?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113984642528535218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113984642528535218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113984642528535218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113984642528535218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-pointers-of-life.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Some pointers of life! &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113976047860626127</id><published>2006-02-12T21:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:09:19.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gates Vs. General Motors (GM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;At a recent Computer Expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated, "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating: If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics: &lt;br /&gt;1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash twice a day. &lt;br /&gt;2. Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a new car. &lt;br /&gt;3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off the car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some reason you would simply accept this. &lt;br /&gt;4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine. &lt;br /&gt;5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only five percent of the roads. &lt;br /&gt;6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be replaced by a single "This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation" warning light. &lt;br /&gt;7. The airbag system would ask "Are you sure?" before deploying. &lt;br /&gt;8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna. &lt;br /&gt;9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car. &lt;br /&gt;10. You'd have to press the "Start" button to turn the engine off. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113976047860626127?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113976047860626127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113976047860626127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113976047860626127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113976047860626127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/bill-gates-vs-general-motors-gm.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Bill Gates Vs. General Motors (GM)&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113976023452781985</id><published>2006-02-12T21:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:34:44.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Valentine is nothing like &lt;br /&gt;A chocolate or a rose. &lt;br /&gt;For in a week these shall be gone, &lt;br /&gt;But Valentines remain. &lt;br /&gt;If love were always sweet to tongue &lt;br /&gt;Or fragrant to the nose, &lt;br /&gt;Each day would be like Valentine's, &lt;br /&gt;And we would go insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Valentine just hangs around &lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be kissed &lt;br /&gt;Long after special days have passed &lt;br /&gt;And every days are here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one is wise to choose one well &lt;br /&gt;And chocolates to resist. &lt;br /&gt;For in the midst of mania &lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have one near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Walking In Rain Because Nobody &lt;br /&gt;Can See Me Crying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113976023452781985?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113976023452781985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113976023452781985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113976023452781985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113976023452781985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentine.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113976004602169611</id><published>2006-02-12T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:30:46.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>so she could love you... </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, &lt;br /&gt;thinking about how good his wife had been to him, &lt;br /&gt;and how fortunate he was to have her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked God, "Why did you make her so kind hearted?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord responded, "So you could love her, my son." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you make her so good looking?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you could love her, my son." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you make her such a good cook?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you could love her, my son." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &lt;br /&gt;"I don't mean to seem ungrateful or anything, &lt;br /&gt;but why did you make her so stupid?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So she could love you, my son." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113976004602169611?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113976004602169611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113976004602169611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113976004602169611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113976004602169611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-she-could-love-you.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;so she could love you... &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113975974322249158</id><published>2006-02-12T21:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:25:43.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cool Love Letter and a fitting reply </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A collegian was deeply in love with a foreign girl, whom he wanted to marry, but he did not have the courage to talk to her in person. So he decided to go home and with the aid of a dictionary, wrote a letter of proposal to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT HE WROTE ...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Darling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most worthy of your estimation, after a long consideration and much meditation, I have a strong inclination to become your relation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to my educational qualification, it is no exaggeration or fabrication, that I have passed my matriculation, no doubt without any hesitation and very little concentrated preparation. What you say to the solemnization of our marriage celebration according to the population of the present generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your approbation of this application, I shall make preparation to improve my situation, and if such obligation is worthy of consideration and commiseration, it will be an augmentation of the joy and exultation of our joint dissimulation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking you in anticipation and with devotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain, &lt;br /&gt;A victim of your fascination &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL REPLIES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Victim of my fascination, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congaratulations for your lengthy narration, of course, full of affection, aimed at an affliction for a combination, which on examination, I find it a fine presentation of your co-operation, but your inclination to become my relation should embrace more qualification so that you may reach high position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have passed the matriculation examination with little concentration and preparartion. What about my graduation after much concentration and botheration? So improve your situation in education and make an application by acquisition of post graduation, the minimum qualification for the consideration of our marriage celebration. After your education, attend the convocation and before taking your photo for circulation, undergo beautification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, strict observation of the following conditions is the regulation for determination of our relation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Consultation with my parents before approaching for any connection. &lt;br /&gt;2. Communication of your confirmation that you are not a victim of "any other" fascination, and &lt;br /&gt;3. Procreation must not be your recreation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anticipation of solid action of continuation of proper conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaffected by your affection &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it my friends &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113975974322249158?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113975974322249158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113975974322249158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113975974322249158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113975974322249158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/cool-love-letter-and-fitting-reply.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cool Love Letter and a fitting reply &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113966407918586960</id><published>2006-02-11T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:51:19.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reality Of Life </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is the life.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created the donkey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said to him. &lt;br /&gt;"You will be a donkey. You will work un-tiringly from sunrise to sunset &lt;br /&gt;carrying burdens on your back. You will eat grass, &lt;br /&gt;you will have no intelligence and you will live 50 years." &lt;br /&gt;The donkey answered: &lt;br /&gt;"I will be a donkey, but to live 50 years is much. Give me only 20 years" &lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish. &lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................ &lt;br /&gt;God created the dog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said to him: &lt;br /&gt;"You will guard the house of man. You will be his best Friend. &lt;br /&gt;You will eat the scraps that he gives you and you will live 30 years. &lt;br /&gt;You will be a dog. " The dog answered: &lt;br /&gt;"Sir, to live 30 years is too much,give me only 15 years. &lt;br /&gt;" God granted his wish. &lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................ &lt;br /&gt;God created the monkey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said to him: &lt;br /&gt;"You will be a monkey. You will swing from branch to branch doing tricks. &lt;br /&gt;You will be amusing and you will live 20 years. " The monkey answered: &lt;br /&gt;"To live 20 years is too much, give me only 10 years." &lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish. &lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................ &lt;br /&gt;Finally God created man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said to him: &lt;br /&gt;"You will be man, the only rational creature on the face of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;You will use your intelligence to become master over all the animals. &lt;br /&gt;You will dominate the world and you will live 20 years." &lt;br /&gt;Man responded: &lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I will be a man but to live only 20 years is very little, &lt;br /&gt;give me the 30 years that the donkey refused, &lt;br /&gt;the 15 years that the dog did not want and &lt;br /&gt;the 10 years the monkey refused. &lt;br /&gt;" God granted man's wish &lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................ &lt;br /&gt;And since then, man lives 20 years as a man, &lt;br /&gt;marries and spends 30 years like a donkey, &lt;br /&gt;working and carrying all the burdens on his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when his children are grown, &lt;br /&gt;he lives 15 years like a dog taking care of the house &lt;br /&gt;and eating whatever is given to him, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that when he is old, &lt;br /&gt;he can retire and live 10 years like a monkey, &lt;br /&gt;going from house to house and from one son or &lt;br /&gt;daughter to another doing tricks to amuse his grandchildren. &lt;br /&gt;That's Life. &lt;br /&gt;Is'nt it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113966407918586960?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113966407918586960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113966407918586960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113966407918586960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113966407918586960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/reality-of-life.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Reality Of Life &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113965103620720115</id><published>2006-02-11T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:37:48.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Somone is thinking of you </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Read Each One Carefully and Think About It a Second or Two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113965103620720115?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113965103620720115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113965103620720115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113965103620720115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113965103620720115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/somone-is-thinking-of-you.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Somone is thinking of you &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113913642761817875</id><published>2006-02-05T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:53:54.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something you will appreciate...i really hope </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.... And even though we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done. worth reading.... A girl in love asked her boyfriend.. &lt;br /&gt;Girl (G): Tell me... whom do you love most in this world? &lt;br /&gt;Boy (B): You, of course! &lt;br /&gt;(G): In your heart, what am I to you? &lt;br /&gt;(B): The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep; God took one of Adam's ribs and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems.... Their life became mundane.... All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other... The couple bega! n to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated. One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.... At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!" Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He regretted what he said but words spoken are like water thrown away , you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go... She continued, "It is less painful this way... let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners..." Five years went by.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly... She had left the country and! back.... She had married a foreigner and divorced... He felt anguished that she never waited for him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they finally met.... At the airport, a place where there were many reunions and good-byes.... He was going away on a business trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B): How are you? &lt;br /&gt;(G): I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your missing rib? &lt;br /&gt;(B): No. &lt;br /&gt;(G): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight. &lt;br /&gt;(B): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my number... Nothing has changed. With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later, he heard of her death. She ! had perished in New York. In the event that shocked the world.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight... Once again, he lit his cigarette... And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart.... He finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.... Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury... Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.... We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.... And even though we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may never come; give and accept what you have today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains." - Emilie Cady &lt;br /&gt;hey my friends...i know i'm not that big philosopher to give u such a golden advice...but i know i'm ur friend...so its my duty to share my treasure with my dear ones.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113913642761817875?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113913642761817875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113913642761817875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113913642761817875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113913642761817875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-you-will-appreciatei-really.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Something you will appreciate...i really hope &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113913577866782596</id><published>2006-02-05T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:06:18.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Six Sigma-Salaam to the Spirit of Mumbai !! </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Six Sigma is invented by again INDIANS - Bombay Tiffenwallas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make one Error on every 16 million transactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world renowned Forbes magazine has selected them as a collossal example of six sigma's success.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logistics at its best. I was baffled on seeing the numbers. Pls. read... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mumbai Tiffinwallas are international figures now thanks to Forbes Global. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forbes story details the efficiency which with they deliver the Tiffins of their customers. Around 5000 Tiffinwallas deliver 175,000 lunches everyday and take the empty tiffin back. They make One Mistake in 2 months. This means there is one Error on every 16 million transactions. This is thus a 6 Sigma performance (a term used in quality assurance if the percentage of correctness is 99.999999) - the performance which has made companies like Motorola world famous for their Quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is the complete story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai's "tiffinwallahs" have achieved a level of service to which Western businesses can only aspire. "Efficient organization" is not the first thought that comes to mind in India, but when the profit motive is given free rein, anything is possible. To appreciate Indian efficiency at its best, watch the tiffinwallahs at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the men who deliver 175,000 lunches (or "tiffin") each day to offices and schools throughout Mumbai, the business capital of India. Lunch is in a tin container consisting of a number of bowls, each containing a separate dish, held together in a frame. The meals are prepared in the homes of the people who commute into Mumbai each morning and delivered in their own tiffin carriers. After lunch, the process is reversed. And what a process - in it's complexity, the 5,000 tiffinwallahs make a mistake only about once every two months, according to Ragunath Medge, 42, president of the Mumbai Tiffinmen's Association. That's one error in every 8 million deliveries, or 16 million if you include the return trip. "If we made 10 mistakes a month, no one would use our service," says the craggily handsome Medge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they do it? The meals are picked up from commuters' homes in suburbs around central Mumbai long after the commuters have left for work, delivered to them on time, then picked up and delivered home before the commuters return. Each tiffin carrier has, painted on its top, a number of symbols which identify where the carrier was picked up, the originating and destination stations and the address to which it is to be delivered. After the tiffin carriers are picked up, they are taken to the nearest railway station, where they are sorted according to the destination station. Between 10:15 a.m. and 10:45 a.m. they are loaded in crates onto the baggage cars of trains. At the destination station they are unloaded by other tiffinwallas and re-sorted, this time according to street address and floor. The 100 kilogram crates of carriers, carried on tiffinwallahs' heads, hand-wagons and cycles are delivered at 12:30 p.m., picked up at 1:30 p.m., and returned where they came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charge for this extraordinary service is just 150 rupees ($3.33) per month, enough for the tiffinwallahs, who are mostly self-employed, to make a good living. After paying Rs. 60 per crate and Rs.120 per man per month to the Western Railway for transport, the average tiffinwallah clears about Rs.3,250. Of that sum, Rs. 10 goes to the Tiffinmen's Association. After minimal expenses, the rest of the Rs. 50,000 a month that the Association collects go to a charitable trust that feeds the poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb service and charity too. Can anyone ask for more? &lt;br /&gt;Comments: What is wonderful about this system is that it extends the design and uses the tiffinwala, the end user and their cognitive and memory structure as well. Since one tiffinwala is not going to pick more than 10-20 Tiffin, he can easily sort recognize at the originating station and deliver it to the owner. Also within a building, the tiffin wala knows which floor to deliver. Within a floor a owner can recognize his Tiffin amongst others. Thus these Tiffins carry only * A symbol (not name) of the originating station * A symbol for the destination station * A symbol for the building where the addressee is. And what is more amazing is that this is run by people, most of whom are illiterate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam to the Spirit of Mumbai !! &lt;br /&gt;hope this is real useful information i've provided... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113913577866782596?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113913577866782596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113913577866782596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113913577866782596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113913577866782596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/six-sigma-salaam-to-spirit-of-mumbai.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Six Sigma-Salaam to the Spirit of Mumbai !! &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113878550360270156</id><published>2006-02-01T14:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:48:23.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do u believe in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There was once this guy who was very much in love with his girl. &lt;br /&gt;This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. &lt;br /&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company,his future doesn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company ... &lt;br /&gt;You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. &lt;br /&gt;Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her... Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those back with him... &lt;br /&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. &lt;br /&gt;For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever. &lt;br /&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again.........hope you understand. &lt;br /&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113878550360270156?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113878550360270156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113878550360270156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113878550360270156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113878550360270156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-u-believe-in-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Do u believe in love?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113872443922956376</id><published>2006-01-31T21:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:50:39.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From....To </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;From darkness of the night, &lt;br /&gt;To light of the day bright &lt;br /&gt;From truth that beholds behind, &lt;br /&gt;To false interpretations unwind &lt;br /&gt;From brutal fall which u had from peak, &lt;br /&gt;To rising star which u wish to seek &lt;br /&gt;From evil things which control the mind, &lt;br /&gt;To good thoughts, being one of the kind &lt;br /&gt;From eternal bliss and happiness within, &lt;br /&gt;To all the sorrows, agony and sin &lt;br /&gt;From living to be a complete human being, &lt;br /&gt;To believe the other side of what one is seeing!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113872443922956376?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113872443922956376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113872443922956376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113872443922956376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113872443922956376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/fromto_31.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;From....To &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113872387120847686</id><published>2006-01-31T21:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:41:11.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday,and still with the same sad look in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello". The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different". I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, "Really?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by." She nodded her head yes, and smiled. With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am." I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things. She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone. And with that, my life was changed dramatically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the story says, we all need someone... &lt;br /&gt;And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of a friend is measured in the heart. &lt;br /&gt;I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113872387120847686?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113872387120847686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113872387120847686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113872387120847686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113872387120847686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/pink-dress.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Pink Dress&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113870664623242392</id><published>2006-01-31T16:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:20:10.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PAINFUL THINGS </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Flashing your smile to someone you don't want to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Bringing back the feeling you've learned to forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Showing that you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Finding a way to mend a broken heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Learning that you've been used by someone you truly love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Saying "i love you" when you mean it and when you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Letting go of a person you've just learned to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Realizing that you love somebody you've just taken for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Realizing that you love the person you've just broken up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Waiting for promises you know she or he'll never keep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Saying your love for someone who loves somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Reminiscing the good times u shared together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Shielding your heart to love somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Trying to hide what you really feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Having a commitment w/ someone that you know would not last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Trying to hide the tears that voluntarily fall from your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sharing the one you love w/ someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Loving a person too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Giving up someone you never thought of giving up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Falling in love for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Loving someone you haven't seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Having the right love at the wrong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Exerting effort to make the relationship last or work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Not being appreciated when you know you've given your best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Taking the risk to fall in love again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Hiding your relationship from someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Controlling your feelings to avoid hurting a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Choosing between two persons whom you really love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Finding out that you can never have the person you just let go of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Seeing the person you love with someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Learning that the person who claimed to have loved you so much never really    &lt;br /&gt;    cared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Seeing the one you love fall for someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Falling for your best friend and knowing that things can never be he same        again.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Learning to trust after you have been betrayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Accepting that it was not meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Smiling when all you want to do is cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Falling and knowing that it can never be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Not being able to love the person who truly cares for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Saying that you can never love a person the way he loves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Hearing that he can never love you the way that you love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Saying that you are over someone you still love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Being friends again and learning to let go of each other coz you both know it is better that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Convincing oneself that you are not in love when you know that you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Having to let go because you know that he deserves someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Trying not to remember how perfect everything used to be..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113870664623242392?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113870664623242392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113870664623242392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113870664623242392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113870664623242392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/painful-things.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;PAINFUL THINGS &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113856088356792370</id><published>2006-01-30T00:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:24:21.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weird Animals - Strange But True Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blue whale babies weigh up to 7 tonnes at birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female cod can lay up to 9 million eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes can see through their eyelids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants spend 23 hours a day eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vultures sometimes eat so much they can't take off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazon 'Jesus Christ lizard' can run across water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest Antartic inland animal is a wingless fly measuring about 60 mm long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleas can jump up to 30 cm, twenty times their own body length. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluebottle flies can smell meat from distances 7 km away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many birds migrate, but the Arctic tern travels furthest. It flies from the Arctic to the Antarctic, and back again, a trip of 32,000 kilometers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some animals can regrow parts of their bodies if damaged. Starfish can grow new 'arms.' Slow-worms can regrow broken-off tails. Lizards can grow new tails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One golden poison-dart frog could kill up to 1500 people with its poison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant squid has the largest eyes of any animal. They can be 39 cm across, which is 16 times wider than a human eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peregrine falcon can spot its prey from more than 8 km away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepiest mammals are armadillos, sloths and opossums. They spend 80 per cent of their lives sleeping or dozing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mayfly only lives one day, but a tortoise can expect to live 100 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stegosaurus was one of the most famous of the dinosaurs and was an impressive 9 metres long. But its brain was the size of a walnut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113856088356792370?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113856088356792370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113856088356792370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113856088356792370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113856088356792370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird-animals-strange-but-true-facts.html' title='Weird Animals - Strange But True Facts'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113856053109620843</id><published>2006-01-30T00:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:28:46.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange but True - People</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;strong&gt;strong&gt;The world's largest palace has 1788 rooms. It was built for the Sultan of Brunei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's largest recorded gathering of people was at a Hindu religious festival in India in 1989. It was attended by about 15 million people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln went to school for less than a year. He taught himself to read and write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest recorded swim was 2938 km down the Mississippi River in 1930. The swimmer spend 742 hours in the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are no match for some animals. The rhinoceros beetle can carry 850 times its own weight on its back. The Emperor moth can detect smells 11 km away. The cheetah can run at 70 km/h. The Polyphemus moth eats 86,000 its own birth weight in 48 hours. The cries of South American howler monkeys can be heard 16 km away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest jail sentence passed was in the United States - 10,000 years for a triple murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. Try it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi Strauss made the first pair of blue jeans in 1850. They were intended as work trousers for American miners looking for gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ancient Rome only important people wore purple clothes. This is because the purple dye came from a particular kind of shellfish and was very expensive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113856053109620843?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113856053109620843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113856053109620843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113856053109620843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113856053109620843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/strange-but-true-people.html' title='Strange but True - People'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113821402629128611</id><published>2006-01-26T00:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:04:55.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Here It Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;People come into your life for a Reason,a Season, or a Lifetime. When you know &lt;br /&gt;which one it is for a person, you will know what to do for that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have &lt;br /&gt;expressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance &lt;br /&gt;and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may seem like a Godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you &lt;br /&gt;need them to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this &lt;br /&gt;person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take &lt;br /&gt;a stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their &lt;br /&gt;work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered, and now it is time to &lt;br /&gt;move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to &lt;br /&gt;share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. &lt;br /&gt;They may teach you something you have never done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! &lt;br /&gt;But, only for a season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE TIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons: things you must build upon &lt;br /&gt;in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, &lt;br /&gt;love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships &lt;br /&gt;and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is &lt;br /&gt;clairvoyant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113821402629128611?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113821402629128611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113821402629128611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113821402629128611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113821402629128611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-it-goes.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Here It Goes&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113821264671744117</id><published>2006-01-25T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:05:48.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Someday, someone might come into your life and &lt;br /&gt;love you in a way you always wanted. &lt;br /&gt;If your someday was yesterday.. LEARN &lt;br /&gt;If your someday is tomorrow.. HOPE &lt;br /&gt;If your someday is today.. CHERISH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: Learn to love the people who are with you at &lt;br /&gt;present. Forget the people in the past and thank &lt;br /&gt;them for hurting you, which led you to love the &lt;br /&gt;people you have right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you'll do crazy things &lt;br /&gt;you can't explain, you'll deny the truth and believe &lt;br /&gt;in lies. When you love someone, you sacrifice, &lt;br /&gt;give everything you've got and don't think twice. &lt;br /&gt;You risk it all no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;Everything in life is temporary because everything &lt;br /&gt;changes. That is why it takes courage to love, &lt;br /&gt;knowing it might end anytime...having faith will &lt;br /&gt;make it last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are not the one who laugh when you laugh &lt;br /&gt;and cry when you cry. They are the ones who &lt;br /&gt;make you laugh and stop you from crying. &lt;br /&gt;Love is the feeling we fall in and out of, and every &lt;br /&gt;time we fall off, we learn to hold on tighter...hoping &lt;br /&gt;that next time, we may never have to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when love knocks at your door, open it. &lt;br /&gt;But do you know that sometimes love enters &lt;br /&gt;through the back door and before you begin to &lt;br /&gt;notice it, it's on it's way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved only to let it go?.. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hated someone and loved him so?.. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever missed someone so bad it made &lt;br /&gt;you cry?.. Have you ever seen someone left alone &lt;br /&gt;without knowing why? .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True: Lucky is the man who wins the first love of a &lt;br /&gt;woman but luckier is the woman who wins the &lt;br /&gt;lastlove of a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not the right word to say when you feel &lt;br /&gt;guilty nor the right word to say when you like a &lt;br /&gt;person but love really matters when we share our &lt;br /&gt;thoughts, our minds, and our hearts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of changing things but not the joy &lt;br /&gt;that friendship brings, for friendship is like the &lt;br /&gt;shining moon, makes each night a brighter one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not for beauty or color of the skin, but for a &lt;br /&gt;heart that is loyal within, for beauty fades and the &lt;br /&gt;skin would grow old but a heart that is loyal will &lt;br /&gt;never turn cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your &lt;br /&gt;heart, forgive them for they have helped you learn &lt;br /&gt;about trust and the importance of being cautious to &lt;br /&gt;whom you open your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love is easy to feel, so hard to explain; so easy &lt;br /&gt;to get, so hard to let go; so easy to spell, so hard &lt;br /&gt;to define...and yet everyone is still taking the risk. &lt;br /&gt;That's love ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and &lt;br /&gt;when we find someone whose weirdness is &lt;br /&gt;compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall &lt;br /&gt;in love in mutual weirdness and call it LOVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to fall in love. It may hurt a lot, it &lt;br /&gt;may give you aches and pain, but if you don't &lt;br /&gt;follow your heart; in the end you will cry even more &lt;br /&gt;for not giving love a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run ahead of God. Let Him direct your steps. &lt;br /&gt;He has plans and He has His time. God's clock is &lt;br /&gt;never one minute early nor one minute late. It &lt;br /&gt;always strikes right on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back not only &lt;br /&gt;because they love you, but also because they are &lt;br /&gt;teaching you to love and opening your heart and &lt;br /&gt;eyes to things you have never seen or felt without &lt;br /&gt;them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is meant to be used as a tool for the &lt;br /&gt;future. Bad experiences indeed make you bitter &lt;br /&gt;but the lessons learned should make you better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On letting go: it hurts to see someone you love &lt;br /&gt;happy with somebody else; but wouldn't it hurt you &lt;br /&gt;more to see that person unhappy...with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find arms that will hold you at your &lt;br /&gt;weakest, eyes that will see you at your ugliest, &lt;br /&gt;lips that will kiss you in both instances, and a &lt;br /&gt;heart that will love you at your worst, then you &lt;br /&gt;have found true love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone might come into your life and &lt;br /&gt;love you in a way you always wanted. &lt;br /&gt;If your someday was yesterday.. LEARN &lt;br /&gt;If your someday is tomorrow.. HOPE &lt;br /&gt;If your someday is today.. CHERISH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113821264671744117?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113821264671744117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113821264671744117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113821264671744117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113821264671744117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/true-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;True Love&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113808948756185173</id><published>2006-01-24T13:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:44:59.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don`t Ever Stop Dreaming Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't ever be reluctant &lt;br /&gt;to show your feelings when &lt;br /&gt;you're happy, give in to it. &lt;br /&gt;When you're not, live with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever be afraid to &lt;br /&gt;try to make things better you might &lt;br /&gt;be surprised at the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever take the weight of the &lt;br /&gt;world on your shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever feel threatened by the future, &lt;br /&gt;take life one day at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever feel guilty about the past &lt;br /&gt;what's done is done. &lt;br /&gt;Learn from any mistakes you might have made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever feel that you are alone &lt;br /&gt;there is always somebody there &lt;br /&gt;for you to reach out to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever forget that you can achieve &lt;br /&gt;so many of the things you can imagine. ... &lt;br /&gt;It's not as hard as it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever stop loving &lt;br /&gt;don't ever stop believing, &lt;br /&gt;don't ever stop dreaming your dreams &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113808948756185173?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113808948756185173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113808948756185173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113808948756185173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113808948756185173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-ever-stop-dreaming-your-dreams.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Don`t Ever Stop Dreaming Your Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113792272629230133</id><published>2006-01-22T15:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:29:57.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>how guys xpress their love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When a GUY is quiet and is &lt;br /&gt;alone, &lt;br /&gt;He's is thinking how good you're, Miss &lt;br /&gt;you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY is lying on his bed, &lt;br /&gt;He is thinking deeply why he loves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY looks at you in your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;He wants to tell you how much he loves &lt;br /&gt;you and &lt;br /&gt;how important you're. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY answers "I'm Fine" after &lt;br /&gt;awhile, &lt;br /&gt;He is not and feels hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY keep asking you the same &lt;br /&gt;question, &lt;br /&gt;He is wondering why you are lying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY hugs you while sleeping, &lt;br /&gt;He is wishing that you belongs to him &lt;br /&gt;forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY calls you everyday, &lt;br /&gt;He Miss You and wants your attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY wants to see you everyday, &lt;br /&gt;He cares for you and want to know how &lt;br /&gt;are you &lt;br /&gt;today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY sms's u everyday, &lt;br /&gt;He wants you to know he is fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY says I love you, &lt;br /&gt;He really &lt;br /&gt;means it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY says that he can't live &lt;br /&gt;without you, &lt;br /&gt;He has made up his mind that you are his &lt;br /&gt;future &lt;br /&gt;wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GUY says "I Miss You", &lt;br /&gt;He wants to see you immeditely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113792272629230133?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113792272629230133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113792272629230133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113792272629230133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113792272629230133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-guys-xpress-their-love.html' title='how guys xpress their love!!!'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113792184632316500</id><published>2006-01-22T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:54:06.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>Learn to love the people who are with you at &lt;br /&gt;present. Forget the people in the past and thank &lt;br /&gt;them for hurting you, which led you to love the &lt;br /&gt;people you have right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you'll do crazy things &lt;br /&gt;you can't explain, you'll deny the truth and believe &lt;br /&gt;in lies. When you love someone, you sacrifice, &lt;br /&gt;give everything you've got and don't think twice. &lt;br /&gt;You risk it all no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;Everything in life is temporary because everything &lt;br /&gt;changes. That is why it takes courage to love, &lt;br /&gt;knowing it might end anytime...having faith will &lt;br /&gt;make it last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are not the one who laugh when you laugh &lt;br /&gt;and cry when you cry. They are the ones who &lt;br /&gt;make you laugh and stop you from crying. &lt;br /&gt;Love is the feeling we fall in and out of, and every &lt;br /&gt;time we fall off, we learn to hold on tighter...hoping &lt;br /&gt;that next time, we may never have to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when love knocks at your door, open it. &lt;br /&gt;But do you know that sometimes love enters &lt;br /&gt;through the back door and before you begin to &lt;br /&gt;notice it, it's on it's way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved only to let it go?.. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hated someone and loved him so?.. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever missed someone so bad it made &lt;br /&gt;you cry?.. Have you ever seen someone left alone &lt;br /&gt;without knowing why? .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True: Lucky is the man who wins the first love of a &lt;br /&gt;woman but luckier is the woman who wins the &lt;br /&gt;lastlove of a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not the right word to say when you feel &lt;br /&gt;guilty nor the right word to say when you like a &lt;br /&gt;person but love really matters when we share our &lt;br /&gt;thoughts, our minds, and our hearts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of changing things but not the joy &lt;br /&gt;that friendship brings, for friendship is like the &lt;br /&gt;shining moon, makes each night a brighter one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not for beauty or color of the skin, but for a &lt;br /&gt;heart that is loyal within, for beauty fades and the &lt;br /&gt;skin would grow old but a heart that is loyal will &lt;br /&gt;never turn cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your &lt;br /&gt;heart, forgive them for they have helped you learn &lt;br /&gt;about trust and the importance of being cautious to &lt;br /&gt;whom you open your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love is easy to feel, so hard to explain; so easy &lt;br /&gt;to get, so hard to let go; so easy to spell, so hard &lt;br /&gt;to define...and yet everyone is still taking the risk. &lt;br /&gt;That's love ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and &lt;br /&gt;when we find someone whose weirdness is &lt;br /&gt;compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall &lt;br /&gt;in love in mutual weirdness and call it LOVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to fall in love. It may hurt a lot, it &lt;br /&gt;may give you aches and pain, but if you don't &lt;br /&gt;follow your heart; in the end you will cry even more &lt;br /&gt;for not giving love a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run ahead of God. Let Him direct your steps. &lt;br /&gt;He has plans and He has His time. God's clock is &lt;br /&gt;never one minute early nor one minute late. It &lt;br /&gt;always strikes right on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back not only &lt;br /&gt;because they love you, but also because they are &lt;br /&gt;teaching you to love and opening your heart and &lt;br /&gt;eyes to things you have never seen or felt without &lt;br /&gt;them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is meant to be used as a tool for the &lt;br /&gt;future. Bad experiences indeed make you bitter &lt;br /&gt;but the lessons learned should make you better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On letting go: it hurts to see someone you love &lt;br /&gt;happy with somebody else; but wouldn't it hurt you &lt;br /&gt;more to see that person unhappy...with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find arms that will hold you at your &lt;br /&gt;weakest, eyes that will see you at your ugliest, &lt;br /&gt;lips that will kiss you in both instances, and a &lt;br /&gt;heart that will love you at your worst, then you &lt;br /&gt;have found true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113792184632316500?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113792184632316500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113792184632316500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113792184632316500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113792184632316500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113791899160001083</id><published>2006-01-22T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:38:35.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~*~Type Of Girls~*~ </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HARD DISK GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she remembers everything, FOREVER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAM GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she forget about you, the moment turn her off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINDOW GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone know that she can't do a thing right, but no one can live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREENSAVER GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is good for nothing but at least she is fun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERNET GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to access &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERVER GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always busy when you need her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIMEDIA GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She make horrible thing look beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD-ROM GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always faster and faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ten things she says, eight are nonsense . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRUS GIRLS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as "wife'' when you are not expecting her, she comes, installs herself and uses all your resources. If you try to uninstall her you will lose something, if don't try to uninstall her you will lose everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113791899160001083?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113791899160001083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113791899160001083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113791899160001083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113791899160001083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/type-of-girls.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;~*~Type Of Girls~*~ &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113783924208270681</id><published>2006-01-21T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:05:09.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When you were 1 year old she fed you &amp; bathed you, &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by crying all night long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 2 years old she taught you to walk, &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by running away when she called &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 3 years old she made all your meals with love &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by tossing your plate on floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 4 years old she gave you some crayon &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by coloring the dining room table &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 5 years old she dressed you for the holidays &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by plopping into the nearest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 6 years old she walked you to school &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by screaming "I am not going" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 7 years old she bought you a baseball &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor's window &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years old she handed you an ice-cream &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by dipping it all over your lap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old she paid for your piano lessons &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by never even bothering to practice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party to another &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by jumping out of car and never looking back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old she took you and your friends to the movies &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you 12 years old she warned not to watch certain TV shows You thanked her by waiting until she left the house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13 she suggested a hair cut &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her she had no taste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14 she paid for a month away in summer camp &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15 she came home from work &lt;br /&gt;looking for a hug &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16 she taught you how to drive her car &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by taking it every chance you could &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17 she expected an important call &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by being on the phone all night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18 she cried at your high school graduation &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by staying out parting until dawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19 she paid for your college tuition drove you to campus carried your bags &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be Embarrassed in front of your friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 20 she asked whether you were seeing anyone &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying "It is none of your business" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 21 she suggested certain careers for your future You thanked her by saying "I don't want to be like you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 22 she hugged you at your college graduation &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 23 she gave you furniture for your first apartment &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 24 she met your fiancý and asked about your plans for future &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by glaring &amp; growling "Muuuuther Please" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25 she helped to pay for your wedding and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by moving half way across the country &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 30 she called with some advice on baby &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her "things are different now" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 40 she called to remind you of a relative's birthday &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50 she fell ill and needed you to take care of &lt;br /&gt;her &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day she quietly died and everything you never did come crashing down like thunder on your heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF SHE IS STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER AND IF SHE IS NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND PASS IT ON. &lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS REMEMBER TO LOVE THY MOTHER &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MOTHER IN YOUR LIFE TIME  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113783924208270681?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113783924208270681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113783924208270681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113783924208270681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113783924208270681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/mothers-love.html' title='Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113743484385376874</id><published>2006-01-16T23:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:37:23.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man was walking down the beach at sunset. As, he walked along, he saw another man in the distance. He noticed this man kept leaning down, picking up something and throwing it out into the water, again and again. As, he approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach. He was throwing them back into the water, one by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, he approached the man and said, &lt;br /&gt;"Good Evening. I was wondering what you are doing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it's low tide and all these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If, I don't throw them back into the ocean, they'll die up here from lack of oxygen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can't possible get to all of them. And, don't you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and threw it back into the ocean. With a smile he replied, "Made a difference to that one !!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just remember, no matter how small the deed&lt;br /&gt;it really does makes a difference. &lt;br /&gt;Make a difference today. &lt;br /&gt;Do something nice for someone else,&lt;br /&gt;even if it's just sending this card to a friend and&lt;br /&gt;letting them know somebody cares about them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113743484385376874?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113743484385376874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113743484385376874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113743484385376874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113743484385376874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-was-walking-down-beach-at-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113700023542254985</id><published>2006-01-11T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:28:20.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trust Love</title><content type='html'>From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, &amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "&lt;em&gt;How deep is your love for me?&lt;/em&gt;" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl, "&lt;em&gt;I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, and with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails and phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She had lost her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry, it's still just silence cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions and millions of reply, countless of phone calls, all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying. The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learns sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came and told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing a invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used sign language to tell her "&lt;em&gt;I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I Love You.&lt;/strong&gt;" With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll know how to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure what you have right now, or else you will regret one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113700023542254985?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113700023542254985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113700023542254985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113700023542254985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113700023542254985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/trust-love.html' title='Trust Love'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113699929664695714</id><published>2006-01-11T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:34:55.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be Faithfull To Whom You Love</title><content type='html'>The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a year since Susan became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. '&lt;em&gt;How could this have happened to me?&lt;/em&gt;' she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth, her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. All she had to cling to was her husband Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength she needed to become independent again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "&lt;em&gt;I'm blind!&lt;/em&gt;" she responded bitterly. "&lt;em&gt;How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's heart broke but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each day he would ride the bus with her until she got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "&lt;em&gt;Boy, I sure envy you.&lt;/em&gt;" Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? "&lt;em&gt;Why do you envy me?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver responded, "&lt;em&gt;It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are.&lt;/em&gt;" Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, "&lt;em&gt;What do you mean?&lt;/em&gt;" The driver said, "&lt;em&gt;You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you love someone be faithful to that person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113699929664695714?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113699929664695714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113699929664695714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113699929664695714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113699929664695714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/be-faithfull-to-whom-you-love.html' title='Be Faithfull To Whom You Love'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113699726751178851</id><published>2006-01-11T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:40:38.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>True Love - by a Nurse</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;True Love - by a Nurse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures (stitches) removed from his thumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I (nurse) took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. Asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning somewhere else, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised, and asked him. "&lt;em&gt;And you are still going every morning, even &lt;br /&gt;though she doesn't know who you are?&lt;/em&gt;" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "&lt;em&gt;She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "&lt;em&gt;That is the kind of love I want in my life.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good friends are like stars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always see them, but you always know they're there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113699726751178851?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113699726751178851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113699726751178851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113699726751178851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113699726751178851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/true-love-by-nurse.html' title='True Love - by a Nurse'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113699691070895531</id><published>2006-01-11T21:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:44:26.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Teach Us Something</title><content type='html'>A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They loved each other a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:"&lt;em&gt;Slow down a little. I'm scared.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;Boy: "&lt;em&gt;No, it's so fun.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;Girl: "&lt;em&gt;Please, it's so scary.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;Boy: "&lt;em&gt;Then say that you love me.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;Girl: "&lt;em&gt;Fine. I love you. Can you slow down now?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;Boy: "&lt;em&gt;Give me a big hug.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl gave him a big hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "&lt;em&gt;Now can you slow down?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;Boy: "&lt;em&gt;Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and it's bothering me while I ride.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived. The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him,got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, Right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message "&lt;em&gt;Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113699691070895531?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113699691070895531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113699691070895531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113699691070895531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113699691070895531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-teach-us-something.html' title='Love Teach Us Something'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113691602401115636</id><published>2006-01-10T23:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:56:29.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A STRONG WOMAN</title><content type='html'>A strong woman works out every day &lt;br /&gt;to keep her body in shape. &lt;br /&gt;But a woman of strength kneels in prayer &lt;br /&gt;to keep her soul in shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman isn't afraid of anything. &lt;br /&gt;But a woman of strength &lt;br /&gt;shows courage in the midst of her fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her. &lt;br /&gt;But a woman of strength &lt;br /&gt;gives the best of her to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman walks sure footedly. &lt;br /&gt;But a woman of strength &lt;br /&gt;knows God will catch her when she falls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman wears the look &lt;br /&gt;of confidence on her face. &lt;br /&gt;But a woman of strength wears grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman has faith that &lt;br /&gt;she is strong enough for the journey. &lt;br /&gt;But a woman of strength has faith that &lt;br /&gt;it is in the journey that she will become strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113691602401115636?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113691602401115636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113691602401115636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113691602401115636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113691602401115636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/strong-woman.html' title='A STRONG WOMAN'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113691577647121323</id><published>2006-01-10T23:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:15:08.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>Today was beautiful &lt;br /&gt;In all of it's glory &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees were giving praises up to God &lt;br /&gt;As I looked I praised him too in my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds were flying up high in the air &lt;br /&gt;With no not a worry or even a care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I sat there and looked up to the sky &lt;br /&gt;I asked why should the trees praise my God and not I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , within my heart I begain to sing &lt;br /&gt;And oh what joy my soul did bring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for the mystery of being born on this earth &lt;br /&gt;I praise him for watching over my soul since my birth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praised him for things that are seen and unseen too &lt;br /&gt;I praised him for all of the blesses that he has given me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praised him for my life strenght and health &lt;br /&gt;I praised him for his love which is my greastest wealth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise him for the sunshine and the rain &lt;br /&gt;I praise him for knowing his children all by name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise him for forgiving all of my sins &lt;br /&gt;So that before my life is over this race I can win &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise him for the bread that is on the table &lt;br /&gt;I praise him for all of my healing - I know he is able &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise him for dear friends and a new life &lt;br /&gt;I praise him for protecting me from all danger and strife &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise him for the bright starry skys up above &lt;br /&gt;I praise him for filling me with his spirit full of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise him I praise him for dying on the cross &lt;br /&gt;And restoring to every one of us all that was lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise him for redemption from a dead life &lt;br /&gt;I praise him for deliverance from all the devil's devices &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise you I praise you for not only the trees &lt;br /&gt;For it is me dear Lord I fall down on my knees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you the praise for you are so holy &lt;br /&gt;In in spite of myself a soul that is lowly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said come unto me and I'll give you a new life &lt;br /&gt;I said yes dear Lord make me your wife &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bride without spot or wrinkle so clean &lt;br /&gt;And I will with you in heaven as I sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing praise to you a God that is so worthy &lt;br /&gt;From a child that was born so filthy and unworthy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you dear Lord has cloth me with your power &lt;br /&gt;And because of your sacrifice you are my watchtower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bridge over troubled waters you are &lt;br /&gt;And now I am as shiny as one of your stars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when it is my time to leave this old earth &lt;br /&gt;I will not be last but I will be first &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you said in your word the the last shall be first &lt;br /&gt;And my dear Lord I thank you for redeeming me from the curse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what the law could not deliver you did &lt;br /&gt;And cast down all vain imaginations and sins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I praise my Lord . I praise you I do &lt;br /&gt;And when my life is over I will forever praise you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113691577647121323?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113691577647121323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113691577647121323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113691577647121323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113691577647121323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113604621704434314</id><published>2005-12-31T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:17:13.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Shayaris II</title><content type='html'>Ehsaan kisi ke bhi bhulaye nahi jaate ,&lt;br /&gt;Chahe bhi chukana toh chukaye nahi jaate,&lt;br /&gt;Joh chadh chuke phool usse dubara woh chadhaye nahi jate,&lt;br /&gt;Sangh ko tarasha tab surat mili uski,&lt;br /&gt;Sar pathar ke aage yunhi zhukaye nahi jaate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113604621704434314?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113604621704434314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113604621704434314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113604621704434314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113604621704434314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-shayaris-ii.html' title='Some Shayaris II'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113596644192913059</id><published>2005-12-30T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:44:02.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Shayaris</title><content type='html'>Some Shayaris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyar karke dekha hai&lt;br /&gt;Pyar mein bhi dhokha hai&lt;br /&gt;Pyar karne walon ko&lt;br /&gt;Aksar rote dekha hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadam - Kadam pe hawaon se taalluk rakhna&lt;br /&gt;Dost ke daur pe dosti ka asra rakhna&lt;br /&gt;Hamari yaadon ki khusboo jarur aayegi&lt;br /&gt;Bas apne dil ka darwaza khula rakhna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi ankhon - ankhon se baat kar leta hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi ankhon - ankhon mein mulakat kar leta hai&lt;br /&gt;Mushkil hota hai jawab dena&lt;br /&gt;Jab koi khamosh rehkar bhi sawal kar leta hai!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ki rahon mein tumhe jo gam milenge &lt;br /&gt;Mere hauslon se kam milenge &lt;br /&gt;Jab khud ko tanha pao kabhi &lt;br /&gt;Bas yaad karna aur samne hum milenge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi mautaaz nahi manzilon ki&lt;br /&gt;Waqt har manzil dikha deta hai&lt;br /&gt;Marta nahi koi kisi se juda hoke&lt;br /&gt;Waqt sab ko jina sikha deta hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Barish jara tham ke baras&lt;br /&gt;Jab mera yaar aa jaaye toh jam ke baras&lt;br /&gt;Pehle naa baras ki woh aa naa sake&lt;br /&gt;Phir itna baras ki woh jaa naa sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri arthi par sangdil daal dena&lt;br /&gt;Apna lal dupatta kafan samajhkar&lt;br /&gt;araam se so sakunga kabra mein&lt;br /&gt;Apne haath mein tera daman samajhkar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113596644192913059?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113596644192913059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113596644192913059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113596644192913059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113596644192913059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-shayaris.html' title='Some Shayaris'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113596415238285674</id><published>2005-12-30T23:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:16:17.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>Nothings worthwhile or welldone&lt;br /&gt;unless the heart is there,&lt;br /&gt;The results prove that there was concern,&lt;br /&gt;love and loving care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be sincerity&lt;br /&gt;and willingness to give,&lt;br /&gt;A noble effort to help others&lt;br /&gt;righteously to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no real sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;if we reason any task,&lt;br /&gt;And grudgingly perform favours&lt;br /&gt;for those who ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of everything&lt;br /&gt;and even prayers to god above&lt;br /&gt;Do not mean anything&lt;br /&gt;without care and proper love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ardent desire to help others&lt;br /&gt;in time of great need&lt;br /&gt;with no intention of receving a reward&lt;br /&gt;for any deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice without inner motive&lt;br /&gt;and love becomes pain,&lt;br /&gt;Whereas suffering endured art&lt;br /&gt;of love is for as gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113596415238285674?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113596415238285674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113596415238285674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113596415238285674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I began my voyage long back.&lt;br /&gt;Yet on the sailing towards light, &lt;br /&gt;The light of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is forseen never, &lt;br /&gt;That i may reach the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Or blown by the gali.&lt;br /&gt;I am a coin of two face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face of distress &lt;br /&gt;And tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Pal! I am your life, &lt;br /&gt;The life you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path of mine may be &lt;br /&gt;Stolen by night&lt;br /&gt;But, stop, I never, &lt;br /&gt;I go on and on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your life, &lt;br /&gt;The life you live.&lt;br /&gt;Plead to him to save me, &lt;br /&gt;From the rain and storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let my service to him &lt;br /&gt;Be fulfilled!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113576316647514462?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113576316647514462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113576316647514462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113576316647514462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113576316647514462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2005/12/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113576158457020095</id><published>2005-12-11T14:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:30:52.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Greatest Force&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is love, heavy burdens become light.&lt;br /&gt;Even the dark clouds in the skies seem bright.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love unpleasantthinks turn into a song.&lt;br /&gt;Create a positive attitude as things go wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes things possible and become worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;straightens wrinkles and a frawn becomes a smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes the heart feel at home seeking only peace,&lt;br /&gt;Is at its dust when bickering and turnoils cease.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the turned of life seems dark without light,&lt;br /&gt;the spirit of revenge ceases and puts up no fight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts and sacrificial souls understand love,&lt;br /&gt;Because they take up the cross of the master love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much depends how we react to lifes many hurdles,&lt;br /&gt;The milk of human kindness and love never curdles,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when mankind puts priority in god over again&lt;br /&gt;will there be happiness and peace on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113576158457020095?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113576158457020095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113576158457020095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113576158457020095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113576158457020095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2005/12/greatest-force.html' title='The Greatest Force'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113398520237409577</id><published>2005-12-08T01:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T01:23:22.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/320/me2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-113398520237409577?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/me2.jpg' title='My photo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113398520237409577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113398520237409577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113398520237409577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113398520237409577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-photo_07.html' title='My photo'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-113398500711890099</id><published>2005-11-08T01:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:35:23.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/320/32ff.jpg" 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/15660926-113398500711890099?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg' title='My photo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/113398500711890099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=113398500711890099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113398500711890099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/113398500711890099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-photo.html' title='My photo'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660926.post-112469343993233993</id><published>2005-08-22T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:20:39.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Helloo..</title><content type='html'>My first post. More coming sooooooon...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660926-112469343993233993?l=sheelablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/feeds/112469343993233993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660926&amp;postID=112469343993233993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/112469343993233993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660926/posts/default/112469343993233993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheelablog.blogspot.com/2005/08/helloo.html' title='Helloo..'/><author><name>Sheela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057780353082663003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6083/1456/1600/32ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
