<?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-8872045928084316296</id><updated>2012-01-06T17:06:29.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Returning to Simplicity</title><subtitle type='html'>In a world with little time and enormous complexities, people are rediscovering the simple pleasures in life. Some are returning to a world where black and white—and all the shades of gray in between—depict the essence of life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-1154688945861838090</id><published>2010-08-07T21:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:57:53.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The sparkling beauty of Rain...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/TFosjWZiz0I/AAAAAAAAAuA/e2ivW_nWCxo/s1600/rain-images-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/TFosjWZiz0I/AAAAAAAAAuA/e2ivW_nWCxo/s320/rain-images-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="first" style="font: normal normal normal 1.1667em/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;There is a pale sun, and I’m hearing the rain pouring down over the mountains. It is slowly approaching – and yes, the first drops are falling. Now the leaves are glistening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 1.1667em/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;An almost cold wind makes me feel chilly. It’s traveling from the west, from the wild Indian&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ocen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 1.1667em/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;White clouds are creeping over the ridge, birds twittering around me, and now the sun decides to send a few strong warming rays. The leaves shine, as if they were lit from within, in the most intense of greens. Greens unmixed, directly from the tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 1.1667em/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;The wind has turned into a soft breeze, it’s almost still, and I can hear the river roar down in the valley. A humming bird passes, no other sound than its vibrating wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="last" style="font: normal normal normal 1.1667em/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;The rain has ceased, the flowers are proudly exposing their sparkling beauty. Reds as intense as on the day they were invented. I feel like dipping my finger in them and painting the whole world red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-1154688945861838090?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/1154688945861838090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=1154688945861838090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/1154688945861838090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/1154688945861838090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2010/08/sparkling-beauty-of-rain.html' title='The sparkling beauty of Rain...!!'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/TFosjWZiz0I/AAAAAAAAAuA/e2ivW_nWCxo/s72-c/rain-images-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-4569125763162746034</id><published>2010-02-12T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:20:51.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hold ,Touch and  Feel the Care</title><content type='html'>Touch , such a humanizing word of a life. Sometimes just take a time to listen a heartbeat of people you will surely fall in love with the music of the beat. The Feel is a holy music of a human beating heart in life.Hold the life with Respect ,Care and love brings a peace to life's chaos. Soft warm kisses tht makes your toes curl, Cuddle with books, Share the peace contentment to all who long to feel touched cared for in life.Caress each moment with all people whom you love..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live to share care heal all who walk in life's path alongs with you. life can make you feel such joy yet such pain it breaks your heart In such Think of all feelings and carry all the warmth of heart on life so all people you meet your warmth, care, life values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-4569125763162746034?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/4569125763162746034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=4569125763162746034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/4569125763162746034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/4569125763162746034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2010/02/hold-touch-and-feel-care.html' title='Hold ,Touch and  Feel the Care'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-4617860651525071045</id><published>2009-08-30T01:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:29:52.044+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How About Live-In Relation-ship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SpmWaMVtOaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oJme2wvo6e8/s1600-h/live_in_relations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SpmWaMVtOaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oJme2wvo6e8/s320/live_in_relations.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375493006976432546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i thought Life is a bit complicated thing. Sometimes a few moments are required to understand someone and sometimes one cannot understand other during entire lifetime and Marriages are made in heaven and broken on earth.What essential thing that is grossly missing today in our relationships is love, trust and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        One OF My Friend said to me "marriage is a journey, where the two people wear there worst clothes". well its  true that a marriage needs to be based on the principles of mutuality and reciprocity of rights and obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living-in relation is mostly a decision made by the new generation women. Men were always ready for a "liability free" sex life. But for women, it is a bold step she is taking or a kind of challenge she is making on the male section who still fancy to live on the money of her father, fancy to keep a Sati-savitri at home.Women today understand her more. She know her wants and desires. Men will no longer be able to hide their inability or weakness under the "sanctity" cover of marriage.I disagree with all those ppl who think that Live-in relationships promote pre-marital sex. Ppl indulge in it anyway Live-in is not just about sex, it also about knowing the other person, cutting costs in expensive urban cities.Plus it's a personal choice.The concept of live has come in when women has started asserting their rights. Its not that it was not happening in earlier societies, only difference it was being done by the MALE species. Live in is nothing but a choice exerted by two consentual adults. If you equate it to free sex then it is your misdoing. As far as love is concerned it is there in a live in as well. Except a legal agreement, it is the same as marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as this is India we respect Family n Traditions n still we believe that marriage is not happen only between two person but between two families the old rituals are there with two person to bless them and give them strength to understand each other the family is there to support them and still it is believe that if you love someone you can adjust with them easily in the marriage n there is feeling of sacrifice in marriage.Our society has a heritage of its own. It need not be influenced by western culture. Marriage has been and is a successful phenomenon.What is correct is marriages based on love , trust and commitment which last a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-4617860651525071045?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/4617860651525071045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=4617860651525071045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/4617860651525071045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/4617860651525071045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-about-live-in.html' title='How About Live-In Relation-ship?'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SpmWaMVtOaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oJme2wvo6e8/s72-c/live_in_relations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-5665377617571134841</id><published>2009-08-26T20:29:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:35:45.535+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jinnah According to JaswantSingh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SpVPGfxIJTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/A9zlNaBxFIQ/s1600-h/jinnah_313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SpVPGfxIJTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/A9zlNaBxFIQ/s320/jinnah_313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374288703361918258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Sahil pay baiteh baiteh he mazdhar ke batain karthe hain … I can’t be a bystander, I’ve to be in the midstream of that emotion (re-living partition). It’s very difficult and you don’t always succeed, so I suffer that agony”&lt;br /&gt;---JaswantSingh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very obvious to oppose the JaswantSingh’s  book on Jinnah, Because Hinduwadi BJP never accept that The man Who Cause for the Partition of India will become a "hero" by this book....... at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;But it a Primary look if these issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On another side of this issue JaswantSingh has full rights to brighten the very crucial and important positive things about Jinnah which will make some positive attitude about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well As I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is an excellent article by Mr. J Singh. He should be well commented about the candid comments put forward in front of the general public. Actually the founder of Pakistan Mr. M Jinnah should not be blamed but the former Prime Minister of India Hon. Jawaharlal Nehru should be blamed for all these chaos created not only for Muslims but also for the majority of Hindus in India. Mr. Jinnah’s dreams of Pakistan will only be fulfilled only those Muslims in India should be allowed to migrate to Pakistan and those Hindus want to migrate from Pakistan to India is materialized. Please therefore take appropriate action by the concerned authorities in both countries in complying with his wishes for a peaceful co-existence of both countries. Also note that Israel is created for Jewish from around the world, India is created for Hindus and Pakistan is created for Muslims from India and hence please do this action and have peace for both India and Pakistan as required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-5665377617571134841?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/5665377617571134841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=5665377617571134841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/5665377617571134841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/5665377617571134841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2009/08/jinnah-according-to-jaswantsingh.html' title='Jinnah According to JaswantSingh'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SpVPGfxIJTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/A9zlNaBxFIQ/s72-c/jinnah_313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-4635975148849816535</id><published>2009-08-20T01:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:55:58.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SoxfNmy2t5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sORJCxTg-oU/s1600-h/435019977_480a0c046f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SoxfNmy2t5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sORJCxTg-oU/s320/435019977_480a0c046f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371773142902945682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SoxfNNFn4HI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gql_8nEwR04/s1600-h/womanfocusreflectionvintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SoxfNNFn4HI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gql_8nEwR04/s320/womanfocusreflectionvintage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371773136002343026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Talk to the Mirror teaches us to be our own best coach and awaken a whole new world of self-esteem and                             empowerment. This is a must-read book for women of all ages–it is time to make ourselves #1 and use our powerful women’s intuition to reach our true personal potential!"&lt;br /&gt;                                      –Maxine Clark, founder and Chief Executive Bear, Build-A-Bear Workshop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;        "Is how I perceive my image in the mirror the way other people actually see me when they look at me, or do I look different to myself than I do to other people, the same way I look a little different in still photographs than I do in real life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here's a fun little experiment you can do to figure it out. Get two mirrors and set them up opposite of one another and at a slight angle, so that you can see yourself in profile in one mirror if you look into the opposite one. Do you look the same when you look at yourself reflected in two mirrors, from the side, as you do when you look at yourself straight on in one mirror? You don't. The way we see ourselves is shaped by a lot of things - the lighting, what we're wearing, how we feel that day, what our hair is doing, what angle we're looking at ourselves from... and just our general self image. Some days are better than others because you are in a better mood, and that mood really does affect your view of yourself. Other people don't have that distorted self-image lens to look through, so they see us differently than we see ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mirror Work is a very powerful exercise to increase Self-Esteem and remind us of our excellence. When we look into the mirror, most of us are used to criticizing what we see and focusing on what needs "fixing." It can be very difficult to look into the mirror and tell yourself "I love you and accept you completely." The mirror reflects our feelings and tells us what we need to change in ourselves. Your light shines so brightly that others can't help but be attracted to you and want to know your secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For certain people what they see in the mirror is what others see because they believe that what you see yourself as others will see. On the other hand, you have people who can't stand to look at their refection but there are others (friends, family, and even strangers) that see all the things that that person cannot. So they try their hardest to help them see what the mirror cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-4635975148849816535?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/4635975148849816535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=4635975148849816535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/4635975148849816535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/4635975148849816535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2009/08/mirror.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SoxfNmy2t5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sORJCxTg-oU/s72-c/435019977_480a0c046f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-2653273163501429556</id><published>2009-03-05T17:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:22:56.362+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are U Addicted to Alcohole?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/Sa-86XWjvaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jiKvvD220rU/s1600-h/ATgAAADlv4NFdtNIOGtVKRto3qAZVKlJoZvm7Co0BE55AvSL9tSzVTsHkkSeyaU9Y0wultsDfrHzm6v9UTHTfaIzqrjSAJtU9VAYiKnHIe8tq8QkiT17KGTbFmB-Nw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/Sa-86XWjvaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jiKvvD220rU/s320/ATgAAADlv4NFdtNIOGtVKRto3qAZVKlJoZvm7Co0BE55AvSL9tSzVTsHkkSeyaU9Y0wultsDfrHzm6v9UTHTfaIzqrjSAJtU9VAYiKnHIe8tq8QkiT17KGTbFmB-Nw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309670196580171170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are suffering from an alcohol addiction, you are not alone. Alcoholism is a word that sometimes has negative social connotations, and just because a person drinks alcohol does not mean that they are an alcoholic. The amount of alcohol consumed varies greatly from person to person that develops alcoholism, and is also affected by genetic predisposition, and social and emotional health. Alcohol by definition is a disease that results from a persistent use of alcohol despite negative personal, emotional, financial, and professional consequences. Heavy alcohol use accompanied by dependence and symptoms of withdrawal, and the inability to recognize that every bad thing has been related to an alcohol addiction. The sometimes uncontrollable urge to drink leads to constant preoccupation with the drug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    According to numerous online sources, the most common substance of abuse resulting in dependence in patients presenting for treatment is alcohol. Overcoming an addiction to anything can be difficult, but there is help and hope available to people who want to stop drinking and get their lives back on track. The mind is more powerful than any drug, and to discover this is to truly be on the road to recovery. Addicts have to make a conscious choice to get and stay sober, one day at a time, and learn how to control the cravings. It’s not something that can be done alone, We must have to help them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Alcohol continues to be the most greatly abused substance despite the wide-spread negative consequences. Even after public outbursts, divorce, loss of employment, revocation of driving privileges, and loss of life and limb, alcoholics continue to drink because it is so highly addicted in people who are predisposed to this disease. If you or someone you know is giving part of their life to alcohol, encourage them to get help. It may take a series of bad events to get the point across, and for many alcoholics, this is what it takes to see their illness in a different light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-2653273163501429556?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/2653273163501429556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=2653273163501429556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/2653273163501429556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/2653273163501429556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-u-adicted-to-alcohole.html' title='Are U Addicted to Alcohole?'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/Sa-86XWjvaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jiKvvD220rU/s72-c/ATgAAADlv4NFdtNIOGtVKRto3qAZVKlJoZvm7Co0BE55AvSL9tSzVTsHkkSeyaU9Y0wultsDfrHzm6v9UTHTfaIzqrjSAJtU9VAYiKnHIe8tq8QkiT17KGTbFmB-Nw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-112246920978330682</id><published>2009-01-26T01:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:18:33.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HappY RePiblic DaY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SXzPEjOQoFI/AAAAAAAAARk/NTWgmL0LsBQ/s1600-h/1201239360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SXzPEjOQoFI/AAAAAAAAARk/NTWgmL0LsBQ/s320/1201239360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295334938962337874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A Famous Quote I have Been Read Somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"“If you want to walk quick, walk alone. But if you want to walk far, walk together !”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So Let us pledge to walk together to walk far. Far from misery and want. Far from hate and treachery. Far from intolerance and division. Let us be together in resolve. Let us be together in commitment. Let us be together in belief. Let us build and not destroy. Accommodate and not repel. Hold hands and not dispel. Never more have we felt the need for all of this than today. When all around and within us crumbles let us be strong Enough to beat any crucial situation , Repair Our dignity and  persistence and show the Other that we are indeed different, strong ,  we shall not bend or turn back or stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;we shall walk in our multitudes with pride and passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Really the last year have been a bad dream for us and lets do something that it could not happen ever again lets teach them we are independent and strong enough  to teach them a lesson but we didn't do such till now  because we believe in PEACE ; but  its enough to save our country we have to do it now onwards so lets decide n determine to remove terrorism ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I Just Have Read An Indian Army Quote in My Mail....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14;"  &gt;"Forgiving a terrorist is left to God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14;"  &gt;But fixing their appointment with God is our responsibility"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So let us play our Responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAI HIND ..........!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8872045928084316296-112246920978330682?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/112246920978330682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=112246920978330682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/112246920978330682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/112246920978330682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-repiblic-day.html' title='HappY RePiblic DaY'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SXzPEjOQoFI/AAAAAAAAARk/NTWgmL0LsBQ/s72-c/1201239360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-5727573126892208429</id><published>2008-12-11T15:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:27:16.315+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How do you really know that the person with you right now is "The One"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SUDj1XT1vsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pvk6NP_zy5o/s1600-h/lifetime-love-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SUDj1XT1vsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pvk6NP_zy5o/s320/lifetime-love-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278469269208022722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="word-spacing: 2px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;No one can  ever tell for sure if the person they are with is the right one. Only time tends  to reveal that. Furthermore, knowing that the person is "The One" is a very  individual experience. No two people's experience in love will be the same so it  is difficult to apply any general theory to falling in love or recognising the  'Chosen One'. However, there are some reasons why some people might fail to spot  the people for them - three in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The first reason is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEAR&lt;/span&gt;. When people are afraid to give their  heart, fail to trust or fail to give commitment, they seldom fall in love  because love itself has nothing to do with fear. Love is all-embracing, all  powerful and very GIVING. When we fear, we take instead, always taking from  another to feed that fear. We seldom give anything because giving is aligned  with trusting. If we don't trust, we do not give because we tend to be fearful  of what others might do, or the consequences of that trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear also  encourages us to dwell on the potential 'hurt' we might get from a relationship  instead of the pleasure we will have. But pleasure always comes before any pain.  It means that if we spend needless time worrying about the hurt we might have,  not only will it gradually come back to haunt us, and also become a  self-fulfilling prophecy, but we will miss out on the pleasure too, as we are  likely to have no relationship at all while we are being fretful, or we just  attract people who mean us harm. So we tend to stay in our fear but rob ourself  of the joys of a partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPRESSION&lt;/span&gt;. Many people are afraid to express  how they feel, perhaps being afraid to tell someone that they love them, afraid  to give a compliment, afraid to affirm someone they care about, or simply lack  the basic social skills to have a decent conversation. For example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting to know someone starts with questions, not  just statements&lt;/span&gt;. We can make a lot of statements about ourselves but  listeners will soon get bored with that. The best way to engage someone is with  questions to show interest in them, while simultaneously giving us the answers  we seek. So if we are afraid or too shy to talk, we will seldom fall in love in  a big way because the greatest feelings of love come through communication,  whether verbal or physical, with another. If we are afraid to express ourselves,  and the other person is afraid to express themselves too, it can lead to lots of  misunderstandings! Most often, though, it leads nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LETTING GO&lt;/span&gt;. Often people meet someone then try  to control the relationship by laying down rules or burdening it with  unrealistic expectations. But we should always let a relationship unfold before  us and soon it will reveal where it is going. If it doesn't, we simply enjoy the  moment and learn from the experience without expecting too much. Not everyone  comes into our life for a long-term reason. Most people simply come to aid our  growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day we are born until we die, we are on a journey of  development and discovery. It means that we will meet all kinds of people who  are relevant to that journey. It is our desire for perfection and seeing only  our needs why we burden new meetings with our expectations and kill  relationships quickly. Just let go and let the moment take effect. People always  reveal themselves when we take the time to notice. Relaxing and accepting the  situation also allows us to see what we want to see and reduce the potential for  hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, you will be able to tell if you have met "The One"  if it feels right, if you enjoy being with that person, enjoy being expressive  to them and trusting them, if you do not fear them or the future, if you feel  very happy and joyful in their presence and if you have a truly sharing, caring  and committed type of friendship. Furthermore, if you both appreciate and  respect each other as you are and value one another greatly, the ingredients are  there for a wonderful partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in your search.:o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-5727573126892208429?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/5727573126892208429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=5727573126892208429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/5727573126892208429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/5727573126892208429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-you-really-know-that-person-with.html' title='How do you really know that the person with you right now is &quot;The One&quot;?'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SUDj1XT1vsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pvk6NP_zy5o/s72-c/lifetime-love-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-3010502678246379953</id><published>2008-11-16T18:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:50:10.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SSAdhWh62UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/J19PiOlMQHs/s1600-h/715_fallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SSAdhWh62UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/J19PiOlMQHs/s320/715_fallen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269244022844217666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldn't understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really love u, but I really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its o.k, I understand.." said the husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends...At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, don't you know that I hate drumsticks?&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;That night, both of them couldn't sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldn't take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "I love you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....On the other side, she was sad, she couldn't understand how come after all these years, he still doesn't understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...I have ask for it and now I wanna keep it this way, if not I will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord... Little did she remember, he have heart problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line....&lt;br /&gt;As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings.. .when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this note...&lt;br /&gt;"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that I have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know Iwill always be around, by your side... I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed like river......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SSAdhTu0CuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S_O-c-E-y0U/s1600-h/727_Flower_of_queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SSAdhTu0CuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S_O-c-E-y0U/s320/727_Flower_of_queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269244022092991202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love someone, let them know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. Not what they are..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-3010502678246379953?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/3010502678246379953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=3010502678246379953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/3010502678246379953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/3010502678246379953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love....'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SSAdhWh62UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/J19PiOlMQHs/s72-c/715_fallen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-5714474991010281653</id><published>2008-11-16T10:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:18:33.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Red Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SR-0FgF-LTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bPwKFNzPkoI/s1600-h/202863887_ec9da21477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SR-0FgF-LTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bPwKFNzPkoI/s320/202863887_ec9da21477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269128095654096178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13);font-size:12;" &gt;                             A man &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://funlok.com/index.php/story/a-red-rose.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose." He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother." She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't Send Artificial Loves to your parents. Give them the respect and courtesy they desire. They are your most precious Treasure, Care for them. God Forbid, if they leave this world then one can do nothing but regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-5714474991010281653?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/5714474991010281653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=5714474991010281653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/5714474991010281653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/5714474991010281653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-rose.html' title='A Red Rose'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SR-0FgF-LTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bPwKFNzPkoI/s72-c/202863887_ec9da21477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-5093972661880431349</id><published>2008-11-14T19:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:07:30.719+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why community?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life in community&lt;/span&gt; is no less than a necessity for us – it is an inescapable “must” that determines everything we do and think. Yet it is not our good intentions or efforts that have been decisive in our choosing this way of life. Rather, we have been overwhelmed by a certainty – a certainty that has its origin and power in the Source of everything that exists. We acknowledge God as this Source.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We must live&lt;/span&gt; in community because all life created by God exists in a communal order and works toward community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-5093972661880431349?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/5093972661880431349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=5093972661880431349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/5093972661880431349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/5093972661880431349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-community.html' title='Why community?'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-6933155657799976931</id><published>2008-10-12T21:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:02:58.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever Ask This....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SPIxuZUiq_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/jJCGLN8RhcE/s1600-h/322423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SPIxuZUiq_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/jJCGLN8RhcE/s320/322423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256318388235578354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever asked these questions to yourself?  "Am I wanted? Does anyone need me? " If no, you are a very lucky person. We all have our self-esteem. Along with our self-esteem, we also have a desire that someone should need us. That someone should want us. A mother is delighted when her children come shouting to her and ask for food. As the children grow up, they become self-reliant and move away. The mother is no longer wanted by them for anything. This creates a vacuum in her life, that she tries to fill with other work, but the satisfaction is not same. This is equally true for fathers. It is equally true with office workers who are depended upon for any task. If they feel that they are not wanted, they not only lose their self-esteem, but also feel very lonely&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The desire of others to fulfil their needs connects us with them. It also gives us a great sense of self worth. We all have the inner desire that someone should depend upon us for a need that can be fulfilled only by us. Feeling of being wanted is very important to give us the sense of self worth. In every relationship , One needs the self-esteem, that comes from the feeling that one is wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-6933155657799976931?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/6933155657799976931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=6933155657799976931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/6933155657799976931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/6933155657799976931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-think-this.html' title='Have You Ever Ask This....?'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SPIxuZUiq_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/jJCGLN8RhcE/s72-c/322423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-6124317342772844616</id><published>2008-10-10T00:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:05:53.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>White Roses.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SO5crpjX0FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F-5xHG8aOu0/s1600-h/white5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SO5crpjX0FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F-5xHG8aOu0/s320/white5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255239720146292818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Wood always makes noise with the change of weather, from cold to hot and damp to dry. Especially in the night  - It is quite a natural noise and there is nothing evil in it.. all these fears are useless superstitions and must not be accepted...&lt;br /&gt;              We must rise above all those ignorant ideas and feelings, have true faith in the grace of the Lord and Health will naturally become much better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-6124317342772844616?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/6124317342772844616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=6124317342772844616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/6124317342772844616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/6124317342772844616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/10/white-roses.html' title='White Roses.....'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SO5crpjX0FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F-5xHG8aOu0/s72-c/white5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-1315116905434988060</id><published>2008-10-01T00:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:54:12.605+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Fight With My Parents??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SOJ8vX4vm6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PhAmc6sUgFk/s1600-h/fighting-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251897268775132066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SOJ8vX4vm6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PhAmc6sUgFk/s320/fighting-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must be out of the house after a heated argument with your parents. You must be contemplating what caused you to storm your emotions at your parents. After the emotions cool down, a new thought may enter your relaxed mind "Why do I fight with my parents so much? Am I the only prodigal son/daughter, who hurt the feelings of my parents?" The answer is No! You are not alone but, a part of the universal aspect of quarrel between parents and children.Your parents have seen you from your infancy and taken important decisions for you at many times. They decided your costumes, food, primary educational institutions and daily schedule! During your childhood you were entirely dependent on their decisions and assistance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never thought of winning an argument against them, even when you were dissatisfied at their decisions.The entry into adolescence may bring a new feeling of individuality to you. You may visualize yourself as a person capable of deciding everything in life. Alas! Your attempts to develop your own identity may clash with the entire different identities of your parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it is completely normal for teens to create own opinions, thoughts, and values about life, parents may not find it acceptable at many times. They may find your taste for rock music, skimpy clothes or parties utterly fatal and the above mentioned situation repeats so often.Your growth into a new person may cause many reasons for argument with your parents. You may pick up an argument with your parents as they comment on your friends, your attitude about sex or any other serious aspect. You may find their comments as intrusions and cannot control your emotions while arguing with them.The reason for their comments is that they have not yet got adjusted with you as a new person and will always be intent on protecting you and keeping you safe, no matter how old you are. The good news is that arguing will lessen as parents get more comfortable with the idea that you are grown up person, mature enough to take the decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All healthy relationships have a base on the mutual adjustment and the same rule is applicable to your relationship with the parents. Since you and your parents have own individualities, it is only natural that to have a quarrel between you. However, after the emotions calm down find time to talk to your parents and communicate your point of view. Be a good listener and change your view points if, there is any genuine reason for their argument.You must remember that your parents were patient with you at many times of your growth. They may expect the same patience at least in small exchange from you. In another way the retired life or old age ailments may make the more vulnerable to quarrels. They may really want to talk to you at times and granting this wish may curtail many of your arguments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always remember that you will realize the true value of your parents only when you become a parent tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-1315116905434988060?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/1315116905434988060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=1315116905434988060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/1315116905434988060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/1315116905434988060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-i-fight-with-my-parents.html' title='Why Do I Fight With My Parents??????'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SOJ8vX4vm6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PhAmc6sUgFk/s72-c/fighting-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-2756803765854584197</id><published>2008-09-27T01:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:05:07.249+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ECHO OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SOIAWzjJc6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/X5bcBHFIIJU/s1600-h/girl-fairy-on-swing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251760507262170018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SOIAWzjJc6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/X5bcBHFIIJU/s320/girl-fairy-on-swing2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man and his son were walking in the forest.Suddenly the boy trips and feeling a sharp pain.He screams, “Ahhhhh!”Surprised, he hears a voice coming from the mountain,”Ahhhhh!”Filled with curiosity, he screams: “Who are you?”, but the only answer he receives is: “Who are you?”This makes him angry, so he screams: “You are a coward!” and the voice answers: “You are coward!”He looks at his father, asking. “Dad, what is going on?”“Son,” the man replies, “pay attention!” then he screams,” I admire you!”The voice answers: “I admire you!”The father shouts, “You are wonderful!” and the voice answers: “You are wonderful!”The boy is surprised, but still can’t understand what is going on.Then the father explains, “People call this ECHO, but truly it is ‘LIFE!’. Life always gives you back what you give out! Life is a mirror of your actions. If you want more love, give more love! If you want more kindness, give more kindness! If you want more understanding and respect, give more understanding and respect! If you want people to be patient and respectful to you, give patience and respect! This rule of nature applies to every aspects of loves.”Life always gives you back what you give out.Your life is not a coincidence, but a mirror of your own doings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-2756803765854584197?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/2756803765854584197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=2756803765854584197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/2756803765854584197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/2756803765854584197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/09/echo-of-life.html' title='ECHO OF LIFE'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SOIAWzjJc6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/X5bcBHFIIJU/s72-c/girl-fairy-on-swing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872045928084316296.post-3345927145671502119</id><published>2008-09-14T01:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:34:08.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Communism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SMwcpZ1wx6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/9sVPxY9p7DM/s1600-h/800px-Lenin%2527s_Tomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245599163616380834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SMwcpZ1wx6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/9sVPxY9p7DM/s320/800px-Lenin%2527s_Tomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Communism is a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Ideologies of parties" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ideologies_of_parties"&gt;political ideology&lt;/a&gt; that seeks to establish a future, without social class, or formalized state structure, with social organization based upon &lt;a title="Common ownership" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_ownership"&gt;common ownership&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a title="Means of production" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Means_of_production"&gt;means of production&lt;/a&gt;. It can be classified as a branch of the broader &lt;a title="Socialism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socialism"&gt;socialist movement&lt;/a&gt;. Communism also refers to a variety of political movements which claim the establishment of such a social organization as their ultimate goal.&lt;br /&gt;Early forms of human social organization have been described as "&lt;a title="Primitive communism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primitive_communism"&gt;primitive communism&lt;/a&gt;." However, communism as a political goal generally is a conjectured form of future social organization which has never been implemented. There is a considerable variety of views among self-identified communists, including &lt;a title="Maoism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maoism"&gt;Maoism&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Trotskyism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trotskyism"&gt;Trotskyism&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Council communism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Council_communism"&gt;council communism&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Luxemburgism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luxemburgism"&gt;Luxemburgism&lt;/a&gt;, and various currents of &lt;a title="Left communism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Left_communism"&gt;left communism&lt;/a&gt;, which are in addition to more widespread varieties. However, various offshoots of the &lt;a title="Soviet Union" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_Union"&gt;Soviet&lt;/a&gt; and Maoist forms of &lt;a title="Marxism-Leninism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marxism-Leninism"&gt;Marxism-Leninism&lt;/a&gt; comprise a particular &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="School (discipline)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_(discipline)"&gt;branch&lt;/a&gt; of communism that has been the primary driving force for communism in world politics during most of the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="20th Century" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/20th_Century"&gt;20th Century&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872045928084316296-3345927145671502119?l=ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/feeds/3345927145671502119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872045928084316296&amp;postID=3345927145671502119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/3345927145671502119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872045928084316296/posts/default/3345927145671502119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishatrivedi-renbasera.blogspot.com/2008/09/communism.html' title='Communism'/><author><name>ISHAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03030846430642809667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/S0BC3PYoUrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sD60R1MHZAQ/S220/Photu0145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWsB2sclsdM/SMwcpZ1wx6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/9sVPxY9p7DM/s72-c/800px-Lenin%2527s_Tomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
