<?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-1401142749236662252</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:32:37.217-08:00</updated><category term='Happy Life'/><category term='Life and family'/><category term='Get what you want'/><category term='missing something'/><category term='navaratri'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='Marriage Life'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Luck'/><category term='Vision'/><category term='Unconditional Love'/><category term='Kindness'/><category term='republic day'/><category term='reap what you sow'/><category term='Performance Evaluation'/><category term='How to spend'/><category term='Tour'/><category term='pavadadh'/><category term='think positive'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Truth Of Life'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Merry Christmas'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Life partner'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='god'/><category term='life is beautiful'/><category term='Perspective'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='Fact Of Life'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='employee life'/><title type='text'>Life is beautiful, Live it with happiness</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is greatest gift of GOD which is very beautiful. Live life with happiness and make others happy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-7274872380381090343</id><published>2011-11-09T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:52:39.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth Of Life'/><title type='text'>God Has a Plan for You !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9zGqvHLuhs/TruCZi-KZrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/O6qVtRgLjOQ/s1600/god_has_plan_for_you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9zGqvHLuhs/TruCZi-KZrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/O6qVtRgLjOQ/s320/god_has_plan_for_you.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter" ... and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one", and he cut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time. Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-7274872380381090343?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7274872380381090343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=7274872380381090343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7274872380381090343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7274872380381090343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2011/11/god-has-plan-for-you.html' title='God Has a Plan for You !!!'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9zGqvHLuhs/TruCZi-KZrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/O6qVtRgLjOQ/s72-c/god_has_plan_for_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-1652779074974671671</id><published>2011-10-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:15:44.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be an Eagle Always !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qriD5Zc3fm4/To6Y54_p3TI/AAAAAAAAAdw/O7PELcan-1M/s1600/BaldEagle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qriD5Zc3fm4/To6Y54_p3TI/AAAAAAAAAdw/O7PELcan-1M/s320/BaldEagle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;No one can make you serve customers well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That's because great service is a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Mackay tells a wonderful story about a cab driver that proved this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing Harvey noticed was that the taxi was polished to a bright shine.&lt;br /&gt;Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for Harvey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He handed my friend a laminated card and said:’ I’m Wally, your driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While I'm loading your bags in the trunk I'd like you to read my mission statement.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback, Harvey read the card. It said:&amp;nbsp; Wally's Mission Statement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This blew Harvey away. Especially when he noticed that the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As he slid behind the wheel, Wally said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.' &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My friend said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wally smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, water and orange juice.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Almost stuttering, Harvey said, 'I'll take a Diet Coke.'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Handing him his drink, Wally said, 'If you'd like something to read, I have The Wall Street Journal, Time, Sports Illustrated and USA Today.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As they were pulling away, Wally handed my friend another laminated card, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And as if that weren't enough, Wally told Harvey that he had the air conditioning on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then he advised Harvey of the best route to his destination for that time of day. He also let him know that he'd be happy to chat and tell him about some of the sights or, if Harvey preferred, to leave him with his own thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tell me, Wally,' my amazed friend asked the driver, 'have you always served customers like this?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard the personal growth guru, Wayne Dyer, on the radio one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He had just written a book called You'll See It When You Believe It. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Dyer said that if you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. He said, 'Stop complaining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Differentiate yourself from your competition. Don't be a duck. Be an eagle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'That hit me right between the eyes,' said Wally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;'Dyer was really talking about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and their rivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;'I take it that has paid off for you,' Harvey said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;'It sure has,' Wally replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year I'll probably quadruple it. You were lucky to get me today. I don't sit at cabstands anymore. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on my answering machine. If I can't pick them up myself, I get a reliable cabbie friend to do it and I take a piece of the action.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wally was phenomenal. He was running a limo service out of a Yellow Cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've probably told that story to more than fifty cab drivers over the years, and only two took the idea and ran with it. Whenever I go to their cities, I give them a call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The rest of the drivers quacked like ducks and told me all the reasons they couldn't do any of what I was suggesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wally the Cab Driver made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks&amp;nbsp;and start soaring like eagles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How about us?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Smile and the whole world smiles with you.....The ball is in our hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A man reaps what he sows.&amp;nbsp; Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;we will reap a harvest if we do not give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;up...let us do good to all people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-1652779074974671671?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1652779074974671671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=1652779074974671671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1652779074974671671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1652779074974671671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2011/10/be-eagle-always.html' title='Be an Eagle Always !!'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qriD5Zc3fm4/To6Y54_p3TI/AAAAAAAAAdw/O7PELcan-1M/s72-c/BaldEagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5544793521009259215</id><published>2011-09-28T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:07:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think we are still developing contry??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ne4OMjhNNkI/ToLVphN1n1I/AAAAAAAAAds/K567bXQiLc0/s1600/ants_motivation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ne4OMjhNNkI/ToLVphN1n1I/AAAAAAAAAds/K567bXQiLc0/s320/ants_motivation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 17px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;An Old Story:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a1009f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;and laying up supplies for the winter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a1009f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs &amp;amp; dances &amp;amp; plays the summer away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a1009f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Come&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out &amp;nbsp;in the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Indian Version:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs &amp;amp; dances &amp;amp; plays the summer away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Come&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;and well fed while others are cold and starving.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper&amp;nbsp;next&amp;nbsp; to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Arundhati Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Medha&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;relocated to warmer climates during winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Mayawati&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;states this as `injustice' done on Minorities.&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Amnesty&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;International and Koffi Annan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the &amp;nbsp;fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance) .&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Opposition MPs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;stage a walkout.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Left parties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;call for 'Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;CPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in Kerala &amp;nbsp;immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in&amp;nbsp;the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Lalu Prasad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;Finally,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of &amp;nbsp;Terrorism Against Grasshoppers&amp;nbsp;Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation ' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions &amp;amp; in Government Services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;to pay his retroactive taxes,it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;in a ceremony covered by NDTV.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Lalu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;calls it 'Socialistic Justice '.&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden '&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Koffi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General &amp;nbsp;Assembly.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Many years &amp;nbsp;later....&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f4f4f; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;100s&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of Grasshoppers &amp;nbsp;still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere&amp;nbsp; in India,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;......AND&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the grasshoppers,&lt;br style="line-height: 20px;" /&gt;India is still a developing country…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5544793521009259215?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5544793521009259215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5544793521009259215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5544793521009259215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5544793521009259215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-think-we-are-still-developing.html' title='Do you think we are still developing contry??'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ne4OMjhNNkI/ToLVphN1n1I/AAAAAAAAAds/K567bXQiLc0/s72-c/ants_motivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5801477848762460280</id><published>2010-03-23T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T03:32:58.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life partner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact Of Life'/><title type='text'>Small Misunderstandings May Result in a Lifetime of Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S6iYvKlVEJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0Mb6GFbo6UA/s1600-h/life_communication.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S6iYvKlVEJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0Mb6GFbo6UA/s400/life_communication.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451775284994183314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;woman to bring hubby to where he is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room,  and suddenly just picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;panic-joy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you will get use to it". Mother stopped saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as her silent protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;speak to me for that entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hanging in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;any prompting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me.. After some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;entrance, I saw my hubby standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;look at him anymore, and hail a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sat in the cab, my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;test of one fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;streaming down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to clear this out and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we had not quarrelled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I  had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;scolding     though none of these events happening had been my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like the dead knot in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day, I passed by a western restaurant,  looking into the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing  each other and he very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood  what it meant.   After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;challenging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;causing her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;even looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I refused to let tears come out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it and pushed the paper to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;groaning, I kept quiet... This used to be his trick; last time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I reached out and touched his hand.   Hubby looked at me, smiling and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cancer.   Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Prepare for his funeral."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;daddy's suggestion ... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me m most..." From play school to primary school, to secondary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everything big and small was written there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hubby has also written a letter for me:  "My dear, to marry you is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;packaging... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as tears slowly rolled down my face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;finally revealed at a price, everything became too late.".........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is a true story. from LD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Words from the readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;showed the devastating power of grudges and anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;problems in that story, as well as patience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very sad, it is also very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to live a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;life free of grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People please let's live a life devoid of grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Communication is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Take greatest care and live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a bit long to read, but will experience a gentle change in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;communication &amp;amp; approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=============================&lt;wbr&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5 Key Learnings :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. Do not jump to immediate conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. Just ask &amp;amp; clarify; minium 3 times to the concerned person before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;forming a final rigid opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3.Patience is another name of Love. Have patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Never miss the opportunity to take initiative and get closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Aquire skill &amp;amp; Learn to be a looser in minor incidents  and be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;winner in Lifes Journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5801477848762460280?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5801477848762460280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5801477848762460280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5801477848762460280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5801477848762460280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2010/03/small-misunderstandings-may-result-in.html' title='Small Misunderstandings May Result in a Lifetime of Regrets'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S6iYvKlVEJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0Mb6GFbo6UA/s72-c/life_communication.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-2064369431279294110</id><published>2010-01-29T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:28:41.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pavadadh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is beautiful'/><title type='text'>Operation Pavagadh Clean By Group of Ahmedabad</title><content type='html'>You will find various articles and news about global warming and pollution in daily news papers. But do we really care about our natural resources? Do we really deserve what we are getting from nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share some snaps that demonstrate the real situation in current scenario. Check below snap of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pavagadh Mountain near Baroda&lt;/span&gt;. This place is very popular due to temple of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goddess Mahakali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MhXEZ27_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2qGWUiM59r8/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MhXEZ27_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2qGWUiM59r8/s400/DSC01803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432222255741857778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2Mh0E_sOLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iSaaguMrjrc/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2Mh0E_sOLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iSaaguMrjrc/s400/DSC01806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432222754116745394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MiQeAbVVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8r3SQAZmNVk/s1600-h/DSC01807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MiQeAbVVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8r3SQAZmNVk/s400/DSC01807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432223241867056466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People visiting this place are throwing plastics and materials into the valley and spoiling the greatest gift of nature. But there are few people who are very conscious about this pollution and took immediate action to remove such plastics and materials from the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below snaps shows the humble steps taken by group of business men from Ahmedabad. They visited Pavagadh Mountain with huge bags and collected garbage from the staircase and surroundings areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2Mj12zxqXI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FBoK_PqcjSI/s1600-h/keep_clean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2Mj12zxqXI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FBoK_PqcjSI/s400/keep_clean.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432224983691667826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2Mjv7asNzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RBRx1laNXN4/s1600-h/pavadadh_clean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2Mjv7asNzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RBRx1laNXN4/s400/pavadadh_clean.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432224881849415474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MjoC9gMMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/aJKcGl5JQps/s1600-h/clean_team.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MjoC9gMMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/aJKcGl5JQps/s400/clean_team.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432224746435522754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MjgKKQelI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lb3QGORZI2c/s1600-h/shailesh_mistry_pavagadh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MjgKKQelI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lb3QGORZI2c/s400/shailesh_mistry_pavagadh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432224610929113682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above step is really inspirational and giving very important message to the people who throws their garbage on the road and public places. But I am very upset to know that the authority of Pavagadh temple did not give good response and this is what they said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“yeh sab to chalta raheta hai, ham kya kar sakte hai!!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to Mr.Shailesh Mistry for providing these snaps; he is one of them who took this wonderful cleaning operation at Pavagadh Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-2064369431279294110?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/2064369431279294110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=2064369431279294110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/2064369431279294110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/2064369431279294110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/operation-pavagadh-cearn-by-group-of.html' title='Operation Pavagadh Clean By Group of Ahmedabad'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/S2MhXEZ27_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2qGWUiM59r8/s72-c/DSC01803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5584936474379313119</id><published>2010-01-25T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:22:11.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republic day'/><title type='text'>Happy Republic Day 26th January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eltalearning.com/wp-content/themes/Arthemia%20Premium/images/independence-day-india.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.eltalearning.com/wp-content/themes/Arthemia%20Premium/images/independence-day-india.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Republic Day is India’s important national event celebrated on January 26th every year. On this day in 1950 the constitution of India came into force and India became a truly Sovereign, Democratic and Republic state. On this day -India finally enjoyed the freedom of spirit, rule of law and fundamental principle of governance. The patriotic fervor of the Indian people on this day brings the whole country together even in her embedded diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days our country is really developing in all the area but still there are many obstacle in our way. I wish, we all start working on such obstacle to create our country one of the best in universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy republic day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5584936474379313119?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5584936474379313119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5584936474379313119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5584936474379313119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5584936474379313119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-republic-day-26th-january-2010.html' title='Happy Republic Day 26th January 2010'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-8154174696167668674</id><published>2009-11-10T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:20:15.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get what you want'/><title type='text'>Get What you Want !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SvmgFAVaTaI/AAAAAAAAATw/oWu6J_L4iuw/s1600-h/get-what-you-want.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SvmgFAVaTaI/AAAAAAAAATw/oWu6J_L4iuw/s400/get-what-you-want.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402525235857214882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hear people often say things like, "It's great to be spiritually aware and peaceful, but I still feel there are things I want to achieve, have and do, how do I do that while still being mindful?" Let me be clear, there's nothing wrong with wanting more, its part of our abundant nature. It's the thinking attached to the things we achieve, have or do that leads us astray. Out of this, I've decided to give you a formula that is guaranteed to succeed for you when all 3 elements are in alignment with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Formula is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You x (Thoughts + Actions) = Results/Outcomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, Y x (T + A) = R &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most important part of the equation and involves you being still enough to know exactly what it is that you want. Most people will say they know what they want but in reality there's so much happening around them that it's just something that sounds nice, for e.g. I want a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be crystal clear on what it is that you truly want because without the clarity, you won't have the focus required. So go into a quiet room, sit in a comfortable chair, close your eyes and ask the question, "What is it that I truly want?" If other thoughts come in, allow them to pass through and keep asking the question. You'll know when you have the right answer because it will fill you with enthusiasm and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no answer comes, then leave it and return to it tomorrow, spend at least 15 minutes with it each day until something comes. Remember, this is a critical step, the YOU part of this equation is the foundation and your thoughts and actions are surface structures, without a foundation all buildings crumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THOUGHTS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you're clear on what it is you want, you need to be vigilant of what you're thinking because the old conditioned (unconscious part) of you will probably not be comfortable with change and will look to sabotage efforts. This is where your mindfulness practice comes in handy, notice the objections that come up in you in wanting to change. In you noticing them, they lose their power to influence you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTIONS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action is the final step, unlike a lot of self-help tools out there that say action is the most important aspect of getting what you want. When the steps above are taken care of, action becomes a natural flow from that. You find that you're actually motivated to take action because you're clear about what you wanted and understand the importance of it. Action only becomes work when you're doing something that isn't in alignment with what you really want. Action becomes a pleasure when it is in alignment with what you want and that's something that a lot of people don't experience yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/group/trainers-forum/web/get-what-you-want?hl=en"&gt;Trainer Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-8154174696167668674?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8154174696167668674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=8154174696167668674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8154174696167668674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8154174696167668674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-what-you-want.html' title='Get What you Want !!!!'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SvmgFAVaTaI/AAAAAAAAATw/oWu6J_L4iuw/s72-c/get-what-you-want.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-8477744473687148273</id><published>2009-10-02T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:27:23.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhi Jayanti Celebration By Sharing Snaps of Gandhi Ashram</title><content type='html'>Today, it is 140th birth anniversary Mahatma Gandhi "The father of Nation", I am very excited to share a wonderful snaps of my visit to Gandhi Ashram - Ahmedabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the front side of Gandhi Ashram - Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZDf-C2NNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vDzXxLJJBFI/s1600-h/front-gandhiashram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZDf-C2NNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vDzXxLJJBFI/s400/front-gandhiashram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388068220705322194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a wonderful snap of Gandhiji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZD3nLotfI/AAAAAAAAATA/9aqYFHDf7x0/s1600-h/gandhiji-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZD3nLotfI/AAAAAAAAATA/9aqYFHDf7x0/s400/gandhiji-face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388068626885031410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gandhiji and his wife Kasturba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZEJAc0VtI/AAAAAAAAATI/gBOHf5JNigc/s1600-h/gandhiji-kasturba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZEJAc0VtI/AAAAAAAAATI/gBOHf5JNigc/s400/gandhiji-kasturba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388068925725759186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhiji with smile on his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZEilS7ErI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7K-Kwd_wlg0/s1600-h/gandhiji-snaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZEilS7ErI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7K-Kwd_wlg0/s400/gandhiji-snaps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388069365113098930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth anniversary of Mahatma         Gandhi, the father of the nation, is celebrated with reverence all over         the country. He is the man who played a significant role in achiveing         independence for India from the British Empire with his simplicity and         strong will power. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, also known as 'Bapu' or         'Father of the nation', was born on the 2nd of October in 1869, in         Porbunder, Gujrat. He studied law in U.K and practiced law in South         Africa. But he left his profession and returned to India to join the         Indian freedom struggle.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Gandhi ji was a preacher of truth and 'Ahinsa'(non-violence).He started         the 'Satyagraha' movement for the Indian freedom struggle. He believed         in living a simple life and in 'Swadeshi'. He proved to the world that         freedom can be achieved through the path of non-violence. Gandhiji is a         symbol of peace and truth.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         On this day, the President and Prime Minister, along with other eminent         political leaders, pay homage at Raj Ghat - the samadhi of Mahatma         Gandhi. All the offices and schools, throughout the country, remain         closed on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZErarSDAI/AAAAAAAAATY/ObW7O9RrOGk/s1600-h/gandhiji-train.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-8477744473687148273?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8477744473687148273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=8477744473687148273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8477744473687148273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8477744473687148273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/gandhi-jayanti-celebration-by-sharing.html' title='Gandhi Jayanti Celebration By Sharing Snaps of Gandhi Ashram'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SsZDf-C2NNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vDzXxLJJBFI/s72-c/front-gandhiashram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5370968970707878431</id><published>2009-09-27T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:15:34.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='navaratri'/><title type='text'>Navaratri Celebration in Ahmedabad</title><content type='html'>On 22nd of October, it was 4th day of “Navaratri” and first day for me as I got a chance to play garba at that day only. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.karnavaticlub.com/"&gt;Karnavati club&lt;/a&gt; (one of the best club in ahmedabad). Unfortunately &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/news/city/ahmedabad/Priyanka-Harman-to-add-zing-to-Times-garba-festivities-today/articleshow/5039906.cms"&gt;Bollywood stars Priyanka Chopra, Harman Baweja and Ashutosh Gowarikar&lt;/a&gt; were also came as a guest (I don’t think they were more interested in garba, the reason behind their presence might be the promotion of their movie “what's your rashi”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to share few snaps captured through my pocket pc (HTC windows mobile 3400i). Now don’t ask where are the snaps of priyanka (lolz..i did not take their snaps as my cell camera is not having high zoom facility)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/Sr8pJ9WsNZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WNumI1m1YI0/s1600-h/image-karnavati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/Sr8pJ9WsNZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WNumI1m1YI0/s320/image-karnavati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386068930423698834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/Sr8pqMFqWrI/AAAAAAAAASA/zCTymfPpCUI/s1600-h/image-3-karnavati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/Sr8pqMFqWrI/AAAAAAAAASA/zCTymfPpCUI/s320/image-3-karnavati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386069484134619826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ok, now here is the real hero (hahaha….”thoda jyada ho gaya hai, but you can bear this…lolz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 262px; height: 336px;" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/Sr8qDGayZHI/AAAAAAAAASI/f21H2AN4n1g/s1600-h/jignesh-gohel-navaratri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/Sr8qDGayZHI/AAAAAAAAASI/f21H2AN4n1g/s320/jignesh-gohel-navaratri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386069912109343858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Please share your “navaratri experience” along with snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will publish more snaps of wonderful garba eve we had on 25th at “Rajpath Club”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5370968970707878431?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5370968970707878431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5370968970707878431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5370968970707878431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5370968970707878431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-22nd-of-october-it-was-4th-day-of.html' title='Navaratri Celebration in Ahmedabad'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/Sr8pJ9WsNZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WNumI1m1YI0/s72-c/image-karnavati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-7361400662915328471</id><published>2009-09-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:18:51.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reap what you sow'/><title type='text'>You Reap What You Sow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SrToFQ1iMJI/AAAAAAAAARw/yjCfundoxEA/s1600-h/you-reap-what-u-show.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SrToFQ1iMJI/AAAAAAAAARw/yjCfundoxEA/s320/you-reap-what-u-show.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383182631731081362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man slowly looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.  "Leave me alone," he growled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his amazement, the woman continued standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "Are you hungry?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's smile became even broader..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet.. Will you help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer scratched his head.  "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!"  Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.  "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner.  It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table.  "What's going on here, officer?" he asked.  "What is all this, is this man in trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack smiled a toothless grin.  "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What business is that of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference."  She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.  "Jack, do you remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes..  "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly.  He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything.  Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days.  It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack lit up with a smile.  "Now I remember," he said.  "I was behind the serving counter.  You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it.  I was afraid that you would get into trouble... Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up.  Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons...He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office."  She smiled.  "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet.. If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus... He led me to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And..And thank you for the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have missed some of my emails, you might have missed a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you have missed knowing my Lord,Savior and CREATOR, you have missed everything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Wonderful Day. May God Bless You Always and don't forget that when you "cast your bread upon the waters," you never know how it will be returned to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go.&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 of 2 things will happen, either He'll catch you when you fall, or He'll teach you how to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  power of one sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is going to shift things around for you today and  let things work in your favor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe, send it.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe, delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God closes doors no man can open &amp;amp; God opens doors no man can close..&lt;br /&gt;If you need God to open some doors for you...send this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day and remember to be a blessing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-7361400662915328471?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7361400662915328471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=7361400662915328471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7361400662915328471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7361400662915328471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-reap-what-you-sow.html' title='You Reap What You Sow'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SrToFQ1iMJI/AAAAAAAAARw/yjCfundoxEA/s72-c/you-reap-what-u-show.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-17336356933950033</id><published>2009-05-22T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:50:24.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life partner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>When you love someone, Let them know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/ShZ1UoNRa1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/HeWCWpjswkI/s1600-h/how-much-you-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/ShZ1UoNRa1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/HeWCWpjswkI/s320/how-much-you-love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338583405545220946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story....This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. Looking at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them, wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favorite.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe there is still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;&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 favorite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drumsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;&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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..."what’s 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she remember, he has 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;&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;&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 I will always be around, by your side... “I LOVE YOU SWEET HEART"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed like river......&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 whom 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/1401142749236662252-17336356933950033?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/17336356933950033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=17336356933950033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/17336356933950033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/17336356933950033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-love-someone-let-them-know.html' title='When you love someone, Let them know'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/ShZ1UoNRa1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/HeWCWpjswkI/s72-c/how-much-you-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-1926806123664916921</id><published>2009-03-19T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:12:42.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>second chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/ScIL734gglI/AAAAAAAAARI/ui7hgAPk75s/s1600-h/life-dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/ScIL734gglI/AAAAAAAAARI/ui7hgAPk75s/s320/life-dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314823633491755602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently i got one beautiful email from one of my friend and i can't stop my self to share it with my readers. This is a forwarded email in which one person is sharing his thoughts, I am sure it will touch your heart and make you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s another morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..  Again I have to go to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, this is me… I shouted having a glance on my snap in today’s news paper.&lt;br /&gt;But what the HELL it is doing in the death column??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sec... Let me think, last night when I was going to bed I had a severe pain in my chest, but I don’t remember anything after that, I think I had a sound sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Its morning now, ohh….. It’s already 10:00 AM, where is my coffee?&lt;br /&gt;I will be late for office and my boss will get a chance to irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyone…??? I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think there is a crowed outside my room, let me check.” I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people….. Not all of them crying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why some of them crying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS??? I m laying there on the floor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I AM HERE” … I shouted!!! No one listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“LOOK I AM NOT DEAD” … I screamed once again!!! No one is interested in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all were looking me on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my bed room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Am I dead??”  I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my wife, my children, my mom-DAD, my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found them in the next room, all of them were crying… still trying to console each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was crying… she was really looking sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying just coz his mom was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I go without saying my kid that I really love him, I really do care of him. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I go without saying my wife that she is really most beautiful and most caring wife in this world..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I go without saying my parents that I m … just because of u ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I go without telling my friends that without them perhaps I have done most of the wrong things in my life… thanks for being there always when I need them… and sorry for not being there when they really need me..&lt;br /&gt;I can see a person standing in the corner and trying to hide his tears…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh… he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made us part, and we both have strong enough ego to keep us disconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there.. And offered him my hand, “Dear friend… I just want to say sorry for everything, we r still best friend, please forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response from other side, what the hell?? He is still preserving his ego, I am saying sorry… even then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t care for such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one sec…. it seems he is not able to see me!!!! He did not see my extended hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness…  AM I REALLY DEAD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat down near ME; I was also feeling like crying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OHH ALMIGHTY!!!! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wasn’t to make my wife, my parents; my friends realize that how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife entered in the room, she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YOU R BEAUTIFUL” I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t hear my words, in fact she never heard these words coz I never said this to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“GOD!!!!” I screamed… a little more time plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more chance please… to hug my child, to make my mom smile just once, to feel my dad proud on me at least for a moment, to say sorry to my friends for everything I have not given to them, and thanks for still being in my life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked up and cried!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did you have a nightmare?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh that was just a dream….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was there… she can hear me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the happiest moment of my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged her and whispered…. “U R THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CARING WIFE IN THIS UNIVERSE…. I REALLY LOVE U DEAR”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t understand the reason of the smile on her face with some tears in her eyes, still I m happy…. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS SECOND? CHANCE.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Now it’s not late.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget your egos, past……….., and express your love to others………. Be friendly…………… keep smiling and be happy for ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-1926806123664916921?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1926806123664916921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=1926806123664916921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1926806123664916921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1926806123664916921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/03/second-chance.html' title='second chance'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/ScIL734gglI/AAAAAAAAARI/ui7hgAPk75s/s72-c/life-dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-7333060173190091263</id><published>2009-02-25T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:20:03.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we can ! Yes we will !</title><content type='html'>Never before has the world needed so much from so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What we need today is many more people ready to take up President Obama’s call for personal responsibility and to do the right thing, not just for themselves but for the greater good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What we have to realise is that our time here on the planet is so precious and yet so short. Both individually and collectively.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We each have only a short life on this earth. And the way we are all living and ruining the planet, collectively too our time here is limited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are all responsible for what we do and what happens in our life i.e. we all have Personal Social Responsibility (PSR).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We all need a CAN do attitude. As well as “Yes We Can!”, it is time to say “Yes We Will!”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    To get you started, please check out this short video today and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.personalsocialresponsibility.com/obama/"&gt;download the free eBook&lt;/a&gt; - “Yes We Can! Yes We Will!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5ugfyMaMHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5ugfyMaMHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-7333060173190091263?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7333060173190091263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=7333060173190091263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7333060173190091263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7333060173190091263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-we-can-yes-we-will.html' title='Yes we can ! Yes we will !'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-4096123184031060147</id><published>2009-02-24T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:56:44.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><title type='text'>Get the life you love and live it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.getthelifeyoulove.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 324px;" src="http://www.getthelifeyoulove.com/bookcoverforecademy2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am glad to write this review about one of the best books I ever read. We all dream of a better life with 100 % satisfaction but still I am searching for a single person  who is fully satisfied with his/her life. When we don’t have a bicycle we dream for it, once we have it, we dream for a motorbike, once we have it we dream for a car and so on… our needs are going to increase day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this race of achieving, we are always searching for something which really gives happiness. In our life we wish to do something but we stop our self to do so by thinking various factors. Let’s say…when we go out and see one mentally disorder person moving around without clothes. What we can do? We think to help him or we think to go beside him and put some clothes on his body. But something in our mind stops us to do so. Can you say why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find all the answers to such questions in this book. You will get to live the life you dreamed of. This book is perfect gift for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  People who are in a rut in their lives&lt;br /&gt;•  Anyone looking to change jobs&lt;br /&gt;•  Single people who have given up on finding someone&lt;br /&gt;•  People in a relationship who want to make it even better&lt;br /&gt;•  Children who want to aspire to be the best&lt;br /&gt;•  Ex-wives / ex-girlfriends / ex-husbands / ex-boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;•  Business owners who want to excel and finally begin to succeed&lt;br /&gt;•  Coaches looking to support their clients with proven strategies&lt;br /&gt;•  Your work colleagues, employees and suppliers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heartily thankful to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arvind Devalia&lt;/span&gt; who is the best selling author of this book. I learned a lot from him and am still learning new thing which will help me to make this life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more about this book please visits this website: &lt;a href="http://www.getthelifeyoulove.com/"&gt;GET THE LIFE YOU LOVE and live it &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/1401142749236662252-4096123184031060147?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4096123184031060147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=4096123184031060147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4096123184031060147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4096123184031060147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-life-you-love-and-live-it.html' title='Get the life you love and live it'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-95713511816602069</id><published>2009-02-06T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:11:03.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><title type='text'>How it changed my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SYx68JWG9qI/AAAAAAAAARA/iFFxlMnJNEw/s1600-h/college-days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SYx68JWG9qI/AAAAAAAAARA/iFFxlMnJNEw/s320/college-days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299746035227621026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This words are dedicated to all my friends who directly and indirectly played an important role in my life. I really thankful to all who helped me to walk difficult steps in life...thanks once again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How it Changed.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed from a maverick collage life to strict professional life…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks&lt;br /&gt;but then why it gives lesss happiness….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less people to use them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger&lt;br /&gt;But then why there is less hunger…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less places to go on……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day&lt;br /&gt;but then why its feels like shop is far away…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less calls &amp;amp; more messages……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a general class journey changed to Flight journey&lt;br /&gt;But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop&lt;br /&gt;but then why there is less time to put it on……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate&lt;br /&gt;but then why after 8'o Clock it always feel like getting late….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed….. how it changed……..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-95713511816602069?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/95713511816602069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=95713511816602069' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/95713511816602069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/95713511816602069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-it-changed-my-life.html' title='How it changed my life'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SYx68JWG9qI/AAAAAAAAARA/iFFxlMnJNEw/s72-c/college-days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-3310843386636969516</id><published>2009-02-06T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:28:06.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employee life'/><title type='text'>A lesson for every salaried employee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SYwQoXtDOMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Twp5enI2Xi4/s1600-h/employee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SYwQoXtDOMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Twp5enI2Xi4/s320/employee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299629147252013250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shopkeeper watching over his shop is really surprised when he sees a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back inside again. So he goes over to the dog and notices that it has a note in its mouth. He takes the note and it reads “Can I have 12 soaps and a shampoo bottle, please; the money is with the dog.” The Shopkeeper looks inside the dog’s mouth and to his surprise there is a 100 rupees note in his mouth. So he takes the money and puts the soap, shampoo and the change in a bag, and then places it in the dog’s mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper is so impressed and since it is closing time, he decides to follow the dog. The dog is walking down the street, when it comes to the zebra crossing; he waits till the signal turns green. He walks across the road till the bus stop. He waits on the stop and looks up the time table for the bus. The shopkeeper is totally out of his mind as the dog gets into the bus and sits on a vacant seat. The shopkeeper follows the dog. The dog waits for the conductor to come to his seat. He gives the change to the conductor and sows him the neck belt to keep the ticket. The shopkeeper is almost fainting at his sight and so are the other people in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog then moves to the front exit of the door and waits for the bus stop to arrive looking outside. As soon as the stop is in sight he wags his tail to inform the driver to stop. Then not even waiting the bus stop to arrive the dog jumps out and runs to the house nearby. It opens a big iron gate and rushes towards the door. As it approaches the door, he changes his mind and walks towards the garden. The dog walks up to the window and beats its head several times on the window. It then walks back to the door and watches a big guy open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy starts beating, kicking and abusing the dog. The shopkeeper is surprised and runs to stop the guy. The shopkeeper questions the guy “What in heaven are you doing? The dog is a genius” “You call this clever? This is 3rd time in this week that the dog has forgotten the door keys”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: You may continue to exceed onlookers expectations…. But will always fall short of the bosses’ expectation…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salary Axiom: The pay raise is just large enough to increase your taxes and just small enough to have no effect on your take-home pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampner’s law of employment: When leaving work late, you will go unnoticed. When you leave work early, you will meet the boss in the parking lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-3310843386636969516?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3310843386636969516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=3310843386636969516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/3310843386636969516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/3310843386636969516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-for-every-salaried-employee.html' title='A lesson for every salaried employee'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SYwQoXtDOMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Twp5enI2Xi4/s72-c/employee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5886261909554364868</id><published>2009-01-20T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:38:30.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to spend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><title type='text'>New year advice to become financially healthy by Warren Buffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SXYLwcssmTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahXM966aedU/s1600-h/Buffett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SXYLwcssmTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahXM966aedU/s320/Buffett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293431338985888050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We begin this New Year with dampened enthusiasm and dented optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our happiness is diluted and our peace is threatened by the financial illness that has infected our families, organizations and nations. Everyone is desperate to find a remedy that will cure their financial illness and help them recover their financial health. They expect the financial experts to provide them with remedies, forgetting the fact that it is these experts who created this financial mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new year, I adopt a couple of old maxims as my beacons to guide my future. This self-prescribed therapy has ensured that with each passing year, I grow wiser and not older. This year, I invite you to tap into the financial wisdom of our elders along with me, and become financially wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hard work:&lt;/span&gt;  All hard work brings profit; but mere talk leads only to poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laziness:&lt;/span&gt;  A sleeping lobster is carried away by the water current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earnings:&lt;/span&gt;  Never depend on a single source of income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spending:&lt;/span&gt;  If you buy things you don't need, you'll soon sell things you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Savings:&lt;/span&gt;  Don't save what is left after spending; Spend what is left after saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borrowings:&lt;/span&gt;  The borrower becomes the lender's slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting:&lt;/span&gt;  It's no use carrying an umbrella, if your shoes are leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auditing:&lt;/span&gt;  Beware of little expenses; a small leak can sink a large ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Risk-taking:&lt;/span&gt;  Never test the depth of the river with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Investment:&lt;/span&gt;  Don't put all your eggs in one basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain that those who have already been practicing these principles remain financially healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm equally confident that those who resolve to start practicing these principles will quickly regain their financial health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us become wiser and lead a happy, healthy, prosperous and peaceful life.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Warren Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5886261909554364868?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5886261909554364868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5886261909554364868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5886261909554364868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5886261909554364868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-advise-to-become-financially.html' title='New year advice to become financially healthy by Warren Buffet'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SXYLwcssmTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahXM966aedU/s72-c/Buffett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-1002352176417113226</id><published>2009-01-09T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:08:40.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think positive'/><title type='text'>Power of positive talks</title><content type='html'>Recently i received one nice email from my friend Bipin Pankhania (thanks bipin for such wonderful emails and please keep sending :)), It contain pool of great information which will help us to learn how positive talk help us to make things happen. I have post first part of that mail and other part will be posted periodically. Article provided here is containing inspirational words by respected former president of India &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam&lt;/span&gt;. Here are their thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dad teaching me the power of language at a very young age. Not only did my dad understand that specific words affect our mental pictures, but he understood words are a powerful programming factor in lifelong success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SWg6mPyeXTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vaRwV3QUjHA/s1600-h/positive-talks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SWg6mPyeXTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vaRwV3QUjHA/s320/positive-talks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289542191094324530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One particularly interesting event occurred when I was eight. As a kid, I was always climbing trees, poles, and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. So, it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. I just thought it was fun to be up so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older cousin, Tammy, was also in the same tree. She was hanging on the first big limb, about ten feet below me. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell, 'Bart, Hold on tightly.' So I did. The next thing I know, I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs, laying flat on the ground. She had fallen out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scampered down the tree to safety. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. Apparently, when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind, she yelled out, 'Tammy, don't fall!' And Tammy did... fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. In fact, people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling, her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling, then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. Whereas, my eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concept is especially useful when you are attempting to break a habit or set a goal. You can't visualize not doing something. The only way to properly visualize not doing something is to actually find a word for what you want to do and visualize that. For example, when I was thirteen years old, I played for my junior high school football team. I tried so hard to be good, but I just couldn't get it together at that age. I remember hearing the words run through my head as I was running out for a pass, 'Don't drop it!' Naturally, I dropped the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coaches were not skilled enough to teach us proper 'self-talk.' They just thought some kids could catch and others couldn't. I'll never make it pro, but I'm now a pretty good Sunday afternoon football player, because all my internal dialogue is positive and encourages me to win. I wish my dad had coached me playing football instead of just climbing trees. I might have had a longer football career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-1002352176417113226?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1002352176417113226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=1002352176417113226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1002352176417113226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1002352176417113226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/01/power-of-positive-talks.html' title='Power of positive talks'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SWg6mPyeXTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vaRwV3QUjHA/s72-c/positive-talks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-3009861533676308590</id><published>2009-01-02T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:33:56.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><title type='text'>Why do some people have all the luck !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SV3tY6AgF6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PO8fn5u3xkU/s1600-h/luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SV3tY6AgF6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PO8fn5u3xkU/s320/luck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286642549746833314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently i have received this email, after reading whole article i thought to post it here to share it with all the friends. This article is written by Professor Richard Wiseman, University of Hertfordshire. I would like to know your comments and feedback for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people have all the luck while others never get the breaks they deserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out to examine luck, 10 years ago. Why are some people always in the right place at the right time, while others consistently experience ill fortune? I placed advertisements in national newspapers asking for people who felt consistently lucky or unlucky to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of extraordinary men and women volunteered for my research and over the years, have been interviewed by me. I have monitored their lives and had them take part in experiments. The results reveal that although these people have almost no insight into the causes of their luck, their thoughts and behaviour are responsible for much of their good and bad fortune. Take the case of seemingly chance opportunities. Lucky people consistently encounter such opportunities, whereas unlucky people do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried out a simple experiment to discover whether this was due to differences in their ability to spot such opportunities. I gave both lucky and unlucky people a newspaper, and asked them to look through it and tell me how many photographs were inside. I had secretly placed a large message halfway through the newspaper saying: 'Tell the experimenter you have seen this and win $50'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message took up half of the page and was written in type that was more than two inches high. It was staring everyone straight in the face, but the unlucky people tended to miss it and the lucky people tended to spot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky people are generally more tense than lucky people, and this anxiety disrupts their ability to notice the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, they miss opportunities because they are too focused on looking for something else. They go to parties intent on finding their perfect partner and so miss opportunities to make good friends. They look through newspapers determined to find certain types of job advertisements and miss other types of jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky people are more relaxed and open, and therefore see what is there rather than just what they are looking for. My research eventually revealed that lucky people generate good fortune via four principles. They are skilled at creating and noticing chance opportunities, make lucky decisions by listening to their intuition, create self-fulfilling prophesies via positive expectations, and adopt a resilient attitude that transforms bad luck into good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered towards the end of the work, whether these principles could be used to create good luck. I asked a group of volunteers to spend a month carrying out exercises designed to help them think and behave like a lucky person. Dramatic results! These exercises helped them spot chance opportunities, listen to their intuition, expect to be lucky, and be more resilient to bad luck. One month later, the volunteers returned and described what had happened. The results were dramatic: 80 per cent of people were now happier, more satisfied with their lives and, perhaps most important of all, luckier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky people had become even luckier and the unlucky had become lucky. Finally, i had found the elusive 'luck factor'. Here are four top tips for becoming lucky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Listen to your gut instincts ^ they are normally right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be open to new experiences and breaking your normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Spend a few moments each day remembering things that went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Visualize yourself being lucky before an important meeting or telephone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Lucky day and work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems, but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-3009861533676308590?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3009861533676308590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=3009861533676308590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/3009861533676308590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/3009861533676308590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-some-people-have-all-luck.html' title='Why do some people have all the luck !!!'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SV3tY6AgF6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PO8fn5u3xkU/s72-c/luck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-548814286035539238</id><published>2008-12-30T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:58:30.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: teal;"&gt;25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;birthdays... ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;When we waved good bye to our buddies leaving to the states for higher studies...&lt;br /&gt;when some of us fell in love........&lt;br /&gt;when some of us fell out of love&lt;br /&gt;when some of us got hurt&lt;br /&gt;when some of your 'friends' screwed up your love life…&lt;br /&gt;when some 'one' you liked, did not like 'you'…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we would have made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;when we made life decisions... ....&lt;br /&gt;when these decisions turned out to be a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;when some of us felt lonely ....&lt;br /&gt;when some of us made an amazing friends in a new city&lt;br /&gt;when some of us would have learnt to be stronger.... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when some of us would have realized that everything happens for a reason.....&lt;br /&gt;when some of us let out our anger.....&lt;br /&gt;when some of us never opened up to our friends about how we felt....&lt;br /&gt;when some of us felt so glad and happy to be the way they are.....&lt;br /&gt;when we go out everyday and meet up with our friends...&lt;br /&gt;when we had serious talks with our dad about our future.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we missed each other when we were at hometown………..&lt;br /&gt;when we missed our mom here …..&lt;br /&gt;when we cried for each other …….&lt;br /&gt;When we celebrated our first Christmas with our friends ….&lt;br /&gt;When we were jobless all the time in office ……..&lt;br /&gt;When we walked around the streets late in the night ……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we put budget for the next month (but strictly not following it)&lt;br /&gt;Last year has taken us through all our ups and downs we faced in our life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009.......one more year.....A year to.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find our life partner (might be)&lt;br /&gt;to forget old crushes…&lt;br /&gt;to smile....... .&lt;br /&gt;to let people know how much u care...&lt;br /&gt;to learn from our mistakes.... ...&lt;br /&gt;to cry when we are feeling down.....&lt;br /&gt;to follow our dreams...... .&lt;br /&gt;to fight against everything for our dreams to come true.....&lt;br /&gt;to be more confident... ......&lt;br /&gt;to be more strong at heart and mind.....&lt;br /&gt;to enrich our knowledge... ......&lt;br /&gt;to make others happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take each day as it comes....... .&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the downs we came across in the past year........&lt;br /&gt;And remember every lesson we learn through them........&lt;br /&gt;Let's Enjoy Life to the Fullest..... .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;LET'S WAIT FOR THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: maroon;"&gt; WONDERFUL YEAR AHEAD  - 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(129, 63, 98);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: maroon;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-548814286035539238?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/548814286035539238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=548814286035539238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/548814286035539238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/548814286035539238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-forward-2009.html' title='Looking Forward - 2009'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-4706964399623816271</id><published>2008-12-24T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:31:15.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><title type='text'>Wish you Merry Christmas and happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SVMMatwvimI/AAAAAAAAADI/PAr69rg2dxM/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SVMMatwvimI/AAAAAAAAADI/PAr69rg2dxM/s320/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283580440935893602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The festival of Christmas has a special importance in every one’s life. What I feel is, Christmas is becomes a part of all religions and universal festival. I have seen that people from all religions are celebrating Christmas with same spirit. Christmas celebrates humanity, mankind, support and spread message of love, belief and brother hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2008 was started with lots of hope and we have achieved new benchmark at the beginning of the year. We all know that since last few month whole world is facing economy crashes and still the situation is worst. I hope that coming year 2009 will brings new hopes and success in your life. I pray God to give strong imagination and heart to face all the difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all Merry Christmas and all the best for coming year. I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday time and great Christmas Eve with your families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-4706964399623816271?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4706964399623816271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=4706964399623816271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4706964399623816271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4706964399623816271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish-you-merry-christmas-and-happy-new.html' title='Wish you Merry Christmas and happy New Year'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SVMMatwvimI/AAAAAAAAADI/PAr69rg2dxM/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-2465241105039464983</id><published>2008-12-24T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:51:22.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><title type='text'>Our mount abu trip on 20-21st December 2008</title><content type='html'>We planned a trip of abu on 20th December and we left Ahmadabad at late night nearly 12:30 AM. During these two days we all (me, gaurav, shaileshbhai, dharmendrabhai,vivek, kaka - nileshbhai, chirag, anand, shiddharth, bhargav and rajesh)enjoyed a lot. It was such a wonderful trip, we had a wonderful time together. I will never forget this trip for my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i have embed a small video to share with all my friends and family. this is just a part of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Val9QMnvyjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Val9QMnvyjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanks to all my friends to arrange such a wonderful trip, i hope that we will keep arranging such wonderful trips in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-189038398339148252</id><published>2008-12-18T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:12:44.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact Of Life'/><title type='text'>Did you know??</title><content type='html'>Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give your 6 minuets of time to watch such a wonderful presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K04o2ic4g-A&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K04o2ic4g-A&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-189038398339148252?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/189038398339148252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=189038398339148252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/189038398339148252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/189038398339148252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know??'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5721137661295802403</id><published>2008-12-17T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:17:45.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing something'/><title type='text'>How many other things are we missing in life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUkJ85CsioI/AAAAAAAAADA/yJAzq1rfeDY/s1600-h/missing-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUkJ85CsioI/AAAAAAAAADA/yJAzq1rfeDY/s320/missing-life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280762979777546882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents,without exception, forced them to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5721137661295802403?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5721137661295802403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5721137661295802403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5721137661295802403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5721137661295802403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-other-things-are-we-missing-in.html' title='How many other things are we missing in life?'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUkJ85CsioI/AAAAAAAAADA/yJAzq1rfeDY/s72-c/missing-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-4911566002989668630</id><published>2008-12-14T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:06:47.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and family'/><title type='text'>How much is your time worth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUUSw8_w0RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UKid7HXPDSM/s1600-h/life-family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUUSw8_w0RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UKid7HXPDSM/s320/life-family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279646770378363154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: ‘If you must know, I make $50 an hour.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: ‘Daddy, may I please borrow $25?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you asleep, son?’ He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the man. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $25 you asked for.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://www.imaginif.com.au/how-much-is-your-time-worth/"&gt;Imaginif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-4911566002989668630?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4911566002989668630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=4911566002989668630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4911566002989668630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4911566002989668630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-much-is-your-time-worth.html' title='How much is your time worth?'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUUSw8_w0RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UKid7HXPDSM/s72-c/life-family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-4273416941300543295</id><published>2008-12-12T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:13:28.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><title type='text'>Wedding Passbook for Happy Marriage Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUJxcgVl8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/FPWAXRgZg9Y/s1600-h/happy-couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUJxcgVl8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/FPWAXRgZg9Y/s320/happy-couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278906447762420418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monica married Nick this day. At the end of the wedding party,Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook&lt;br /&gt;with Rs.1000 deposit amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Nick. When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica shared this with Nick when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. This was what they did after certain time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Nick after marriage&lt;br /&gt;* 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica&lt;br /&gt;* 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali&lt;br /&gt;* 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;* 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Nick got promoted&lt;br /&gt;* ..... and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the nastiest people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore.We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was home, she handed the passbook to Nick, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Nick gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you fall in any way, don't see the place where you fell instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-4273416941300543295?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4273416941300543295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=4273416941300543295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4273416941300543295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4273416941300543295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/12/wedding-passbook-for-happy-marriage.html' title='Wedding Passbook for Happy Marriage Life'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SUJxcgVl8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/FPWAXRgZg9Y/s72-c/happy-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-4964722838610657114</id><published>2008-11-30T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:43:14.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust the one who cares you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/STKmWTpt8nI/AAAAAAAAACo/G9_wtIsVYQM/s1600-h/relax-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/STKmWTpt8nI/AAAAAAAAACo/G9_wtIsVYQM/s320/relax-life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274461015766856306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Story told by a man which is most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.&lt;br /&gt;He had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on:"Fasten your seat belts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."&lt;br /&gt;As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The! turbulence is still ahead of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm. And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and was&lt;br /&gt;reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as ! it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man could hardly believe his eyes! . It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet child replied, "Sir, my Dad is the pilot, and he is taking me home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work like you don't need the money.&lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Dance like nobody's watching.&lt;br /&gt;Sing like nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Live like it's Heaven on Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-4964722838610657114?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4964722838610657114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=4964722838610657114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4964722838610657114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4964722838610657114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/11/trust-one-who-cares-you.html' title='Trust the one who cares you'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/STKmWTpt8nI/AAAAAAAAACo/G9_wtIsVYQM/s72-c/relax-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-864463637749621705</id><published>2008-11-25T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:23:04.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is beautiful'/><title type='text'>Great images that explain true meaning of life</title><content type='html'>I was surfing on net and suddenly i came across this wonderful ppt presentation, which explain truth of life. 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SRu90ITQwjI/AAAAAAAAACg/gWIOzdxDvlY/s320/love-anger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012892419047986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Dad was polishing his new car,His 4 yr old son picked stone &amp;amp; scratched lines on the side of the car.In his anger, Dad took the child's hand &amp;amp; hit it many times, not Realizing he was using a wrench.At the hospital, his child said "Dad when will my fingers grow back?"Dad was so hurt.He went back to car and kicked it a lot of times. Sitting back he looked at the  scratches, child wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU DAD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger and Love have no limits; choose the later to have a beautiful &amp;amp; lovely life....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are to be used and people are to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem in today's world is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are used and things are loved.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-4536628334359908801?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4536628334359908801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=4536628334359908801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4536628334359908801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4536628334359908801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/11/anger-and-love-has-no-limits.html' title='Anger and Love has no limits'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SRu90ITQwjI/AAAAAAAAACg/gWIOzdxDvlY/s72-c/love-anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-2657803056779533514</id><published>2008-10-21T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:45:40.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to spend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lehman's crisis - Learning new lesson in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SP2yWdO9UcI/AAAAAAAAACY/U25al7LCCi0/s1600-h/economy-crashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SP2yWdO9UcI/AAAAAAAAACY/U25al7LCCi0/s320/economy-crashes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259556038712840642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An interesting article by Yogesh Chhabria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATELY, I have been thinking a lot about the Lehman crisis . Spending money that they didn't have and going beyond their means is one of the main reasons for their situation today. In fact that is the cause for the current economic crisis in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see all this happening, I can only remember the good old days. Then, karz was bad. People looked down upon those who took loans. Parents would not give their daughter's hand in marriage to a man with loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the times have changed now. Everyone I know has a loan. The buzz word is EMI (equated monthly installment). Today, you can buy everything on EMI - a house, a television, an i-Pod. In fact I know of someone who just bought a fancy BMW 3 series on EMI, instead of buying a cheaper car outright with cash. I mostly prefer to take public transport, but then I am an old man with old thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, coming back to what caused the crisis. Imagine having Rs 2 lakh in your bank account, no regular income, yet buying a house worth Rs 65 lakh, in the hope of selling it for a higher price. Even if the price of the house fell by just 5 per cent (that is Rs 3 lakh), you will go bankrupt. This is what Lehman Brothers did; with around USD 20 billion they went and bought assets worth over USD 600 billion. Isn't it suicidal and simply foolish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure things would have been different, had I been the head of Lehman brothers. But who wants an old conservative man like me to head a complex financial institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a few lessons that we can learn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Live a balanced life and avoid overspending.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Don’t buy things we don't need.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Don’t buy Branded good’s.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Don’t buy excess Food, Cloths, Cosmetics, Footwear, electronics and Fashion accuracies just think before you buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip:&lt;/span&gt; World still has a lot of growth ahead and the future holds immense opportunities for us. Let us make the most of it and save and invest it wisely instead of wasting our precious little on things we don't need.&lt;br /&gt; 5. Try to balance life with work (No one is happy to work in there profession’s).&lt;br /&gt; 6. Don’t stress out your self, after work try to do some extra activities like swimming, yoga, walking, running where you can divert your mind from stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A thumb rule:&lt;/span&gt; Health is more important than money.&lt;br /&gt; 7. Try to understand each other (Wife and Husband) in financial matter’s and help each other.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip:&lt;/span&gt; As soon as you get your monthly salary, set aside a fixed amount, usually 35 per cent, for insurance, savings and investments. You can then spend the rest.&lt;br /&gt; 8. Not all loans are bad. Loans that are 'need based' (home loans, education loans) can always find a place in your finances against those that are largely 'want based' (Credit cards, personal loans, car loans).&lt;br /&gt; 9. Borrow only if repayment is financially comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A thumb rule: &lt;/span&gt;Keep EMIs within 35 to 45 per cent of your monthly income&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that respect, there is one American who I really respect - Warren Buffet. He has lived in the same ordinary house for over three decades, drives his own medium sized car and leads an extremely regular 'middle class' life. If that's all it takes for the richest person on earth to be happy, why do all of us need to take extra stress just so that we can get things which aren't even essential?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-2657803056779533514?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/2657803056779533514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=2657803056779533514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/2657803056779533514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/2657803056779533514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/10/lehmans-crisis-learning-new-lesson-in.html' title='Lehman&apos;s crisis - Learning new lesson in life'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SP2yWdO9UcI/AAAAAAAAACY/U25al7LCCi0/s72-c/economy-crashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-1446356116739966418</id><published>2008-10-14T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:14:23.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><title type='text'>Room for a cup of coffee with a friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SPSM1XKqPuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hvpO2tjthDM/s1600-h/cup-of-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SPSM1XKqPuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hvpO2tjthDM/s320/cup-of-coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256981513427893986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him.When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.The students responded with a unanimous "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sand is everything else--the small stuff."If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls."The same goes for life. "If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. "Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children."Take time to get medical checkups."Take your partner out to dinner."Play another 18. "There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. "Set your priorities. "The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. "It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-1446356116739966418?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1446356116739966418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=1446356116739966418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1446356116739966418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1446356116739966418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/10/room-for-cup-of-coffee-with-friends.html' title='Room for a cup of coffee with a friends'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SPSM1XKqPuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hvpO2tjthDM/s72-c/cup-of-coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5189332935359101982</id><published>2008-10-11T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:16:11.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life partner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><title type='text'>Golden rules to finding your soul mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SPD7ZvfFSZI/AAAAAAAAACI/NV__SvjVjLk/s1600-h/soul-mate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SPD7ZvfFSZI/AAAAAAAAACI/NV__SvjVjLk/s320/soul-mate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255977184803506578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we try to grow and perfect our lives...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden rules for finding your life partner by Dov Heller, M.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake. Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50%, it appears that many are making serious mistakes in their approach to finding Mr. /Miss. Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting married, they'll say: " We're in love ". I believe this is the #1 mistake people make when they date. Choosing a life partner should never be based on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this may sound " not politically correct ", there's a profound truth here. Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love will come. Let me say it again: "You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone" . You need a lot more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are five questions you must ask yourself if you're serious about finding and keeping a life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 1: Do we share a common life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for 20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone. What do you plan to do with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together? You need to share something deeper and more meaningful. You need a common life purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things can happen in a marriage:&lt;br /&gt;(1) You can grow together, or&lt;br /&gt;(2) You can grow apart.&lt;br /&gt;50% of the people out there are growing apart. To make a marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life! Bottom line; and marry someone who wants the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 2: Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person?&lt;br /&gt;This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship. Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this person. The basis of having good communication is trust - i.e. trust that I won't get "punished"; or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings. A colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel afraid to express your thoughts and feelings. Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel emotionally safe with the person you plan to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 3: Is he/she a mensch?&lt;br /&gt;A mensch is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you test? Here are some suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;Do they work on personal growth on a regular basis?&lt;br /&gt;Are they serious about improving themselves?&lt;br /&gt;A teacher of mine defines a good person as "someone who is always striving to be good and do the right ". So ask your significant other what do they do with their time? Is this person materialistic? Usually a materialistic person is not someone whose top priority is character refinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are essentially two types of people in the world:&lt;br /&gt;(1) People who are dedicated to personal growth, and&lt;br /&gt;(2) People who are dedicated to seeking comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose goal in life is to be comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need to know that before walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 4: How does he/she treat other people?&lt;br /&gt;The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the ability to give. By giving, we mean the ability to give another person pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they wrapped up in themselves and self-absorbed?&lt;br /&gt;To measure this, think about the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· How do they treat people whom they do not have to be nice to, such as waiters, bus boys, taxi drivers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;· How do they treat their parents and siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they have gratitude and appreciation? If they don't have gratitude for the people who have given them everything; can you do nearly as much for them? You can be sure that someone who treats others poorly will eventually treat you poorly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 5: Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after we're married?&lt;br /&gt;Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention of trying to "improve" them after they're married. As a colleague of mine puts it, "You can probably expect someone to change after marriage for the worse" . If you cannot fully accept this person the way they are now, then you are not ready to marry them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, dating doesn't have to be difficult and treacherous. The key is to try leading a little more with your head and less with your heart. It pays to be as objective as possible when you are dating; so be sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key issues. Falling in love is a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on your finger, you don't want to find yourself in trouble because you didn't do your homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5189332935359101982?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5189332935359101982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5189332935359101982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5189332935359101982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5189332935359101982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/10/golden-rules-to-finding-your-soul-mate.html' title='Golden rules to finding your soul mate'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SPD7ZvfFSZI/AAAAAAAAACI/NV__SvjVjLk/s72-c/soul-mate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-8019633204668962692</id><published>2008-10-07T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:54:12.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth Of Life'/><title type='text'>Gossip...Never believe it !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOtb3eg7fRI/AAAAAAAAACA/IBslmD0zJBY/s1600-h/never-believe-gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOtb3eg7fRI/AAAAAAAAACA/IBslmD0zJBY/s320/never-believe-gossip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254394398899928338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;History does have its lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to read all the way to the end..... it's worth it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time someone starts to spread gossip, think of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Greece (469 - 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran up to him excitedly and said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a moment," Socrates replied. "Before you tell me 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 student let's take a moment to filter what you're going to say. 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 student 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, even though you're not certain it's true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man shrugged, a little embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socrates continued. "You may still pass the test though,because there is a third filter - the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student 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;The man was defeated and ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-8019633204668962692?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8019633204668962692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=8019633204668962692' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8019633204668962692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8019633204668962692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/10/gossipnever-believe-it.html' title='Gossip...Never believe it !!!!'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOtb3eg7fRI/AAAAAAAAACA/IBslmD0zJBY/s72-c/never-believe-gossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-1897627584035660203</id><published>2008-10-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:43:29.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><title type='text'>This is how we miss out something called "LIFE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOZU2lbxJOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nd27-mpvHwk/s1600-h/missing-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOZU2lbxJOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nd27-mpvHwk/s320/missing-life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252979312112510178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS :&lt;br /&gt;1. What were the five words ?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the implication of this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER :&lt;br /&gt;The husband just said "I am with you Darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step ”. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is really worth reading. ..... Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know.&lt;br /&gt;By this way we miss out something called L.I.F.E. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-1897627584035660203?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1897627584035660203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=1897627584035660203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1897627584035660203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1897627584035660203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-how-we-miss-out-something.html' title='This is how we miss out something called &quot;LIFE&quot;'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOZU2lbxJOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nd27-mpvHwk/s72-c/missing-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-2590455944736046683</id><published>2008-10-01T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:46:01.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><title type='text'>Keep Revising Your Vision. Only when you dream it you can do it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SORf4xJ-xTI/AAAAAAAAABw/uH4gQCrhol4/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SORf4xJ-xTI/AAAAAAAAABw/uH4gQCrhol4/s320/dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252428494293353778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time in a village, a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for Rs10. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man bought thousands at Rs10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to Rs25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villagers squeezed up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys. Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Stock Market!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-2590455944736046683?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/2590455944736046683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=2590455944736046683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/2590455944736046683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/2590455944736046683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/10/keep-revising-your-vision-only-when-you.html' title='Keep Revising Your Vision. Only when you dream it you can do it..'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SORf4xJ-xTI/AAAAAAAAABw/uH4gQCrhol4/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-6135005012721229300</id><published>2008-10-01T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:58:48.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness'/><title type='text'>Kindness pays !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SONz7Va2cSI/AAAAAAAAABo/1yhvNKlh7Uw/s1600-h/kindness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SONz7Va2cSI/AAAAAAAAABo/1yhvNKlh7Uw/s320/kindness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252169053643370786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" "You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught; her attention on the side 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, GOD that your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-6135005012721229300?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6135005012721229300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=6135005012721229300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/6135005012721229300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/6135005012721229300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/10/kindness-pays.html' title='Kindness pays !!!!'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SONz7Va2cSI/AAAAAAAAABo/1yhvNKlh7Uw/s72-c/kindness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-1102309663049021871</id><published>2008-09-29T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:01:59.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Value of parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOHAthCsEZI/AAAAAAAAABg/JMmp0Imu92c/s1600-h/value-of-parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOHAthCsEZI/AAAAAAAAABg/JMmp0Imu92c/s320/value-of-parents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251690528687002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A father was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.The Father asked his Son, 'What is this?'The Son replied 'It is a crow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, 'What is this?'The Son said 'Father, I have just now told you 'It's a crow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, what is this?'At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. 'It's a crow, a crow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, 'What is this?'This time the Son shouted at his Father, 'Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child'.While the little child asked him 23 times 'What is this', the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today say this aloud, 'I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer to God, 'I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask value of parents to a person who lost their parents.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-1102309663049021871?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1102309663049021871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=1102309663049021871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1102309663049021871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/1102309663049021871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/value-of-parents.html' title='Value of parents'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SOHAthCsEZI/AAAAAAAAABg/JMmp0Imu92c/s72-c/value-of-parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-17703695036445427</id><published>2008-09-26T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:19:50.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Tips for Better Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SNyz0dSNA8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/cERKzFFMdks/s1600-h/yoga-wayof-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SNyz0dSNA8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/cERKzFFMdks/s320/yoga-wayof-life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250268979402703810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile..&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;6. Read more books than you did in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;18. Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;26.. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;31. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;33. Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;34. Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;35.. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.&lt;br /&gt;36. Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;37. Don't over do. Keep your limits.&lt;br /&gt;38. Please Forward this to everyone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good practice.&lt;br /&gt;Some call it as Yoga,&lt;br /&gt;Any way, it can improve our quality of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-17703695036445427?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/17703695036445427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=17703695036445427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/17703695036445427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/17703695036445427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/tips-for-better-life-from-isha-yoga.html' title='Tips for Better Life'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SNyz0dSNA8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/cERKzFFMdks/s72-c/yoga-wayof-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5072589465236505742</id><published>2008-09-25T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:02:29.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think positive'/><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SNtFUDO74-I/AAAAAAAAABI/0WloT45x-PM/s1600-h/unconditional-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SNtFUDO74-I/AAAAAAAAABI/0WloT45x-PM/s320/unconditional-love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249866001398096866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he becomes even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, this is for you daddy. The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction. But his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, Don’t you know, young lady, when u give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said oh, Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full. The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and be begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged of faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kissed from our children, family, friends, and god. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5072589465236505742?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5072589465236505742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5072589465236505742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5072589465236505742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5072589465236505742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SNtFUDO74-I/AAAAAAAAABI/0WloT45x-PM/s72-c/unconditional-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-4293822819293174430</id><published>2008-09-22T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:04:36.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Inspiration and motivational video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was checking my emails and suddenly i got one mail containing some attachment. I am lazy to download such attachment and see the files but today i thought just let me try. When i started viewing that downloaded videos i was not at my place. You cant believe but it was unbelievable movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tum chalo to hindustan chale"&lt;/span&gt; is really great. that child and his expression is really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-MlTFmxb4g"&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-MlTFmxb4g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this video is also great, this inspire us to start what you think. Every thing is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4z6tSONww0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4z6tSONww0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-4293822819293174430?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4293822819293174430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=4293822819293174430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4293822819293174430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4293822819293174430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspiration-and-motivational-video.html' title='Inspiration and motivational video'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-8074671720873966694</id><published>2008-09-19T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:42:56.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Change someone life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married &amp;amp; went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband great distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-! Law’s bad temper and   dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it! Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Huang thought for awhile, and finally said, “Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you." Li-Li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do." Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you, when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. "Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn’t had an argument with her mother-in-law in six months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother-in-law's attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and   daughter. Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep away the poison from killing my mother-in-law. She’s changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her." Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. "Li-Li, there’s nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU REALIZED that how you treat others is exactly how they will treat you? There is a wise Chinese saying:  "The person who loves others will also be loved in return.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-8074671720873966694?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8074671720873966694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=8074671720873966694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8074671720873966694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8074671720873966694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-someone-life.html' title='Change someone life'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-4125404609039868214</id><published>2008-09-18T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:51:37.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact Of Life'/><title type='text'>What is Love and What is Marriage ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.&lt;br /&gt;But the rule is: - you can go through them only once &amp;amp; cannot turn back to pick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big&lt;br /&gt;wheat, but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger&lt;br /&gt;one waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he starts to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he knew he has missed the  biggest one, and he regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand. The teacher told him, "...this is love... you keep looking for better ones, but when later you realize, you have already missed the person ...."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What is marriage then?" the student asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium sized corn that he felt satisfied, and came back to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get...this is marriage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-4125404609039868214?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4125404609039868214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=4125404609039868214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4125404609039868214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/4125404609039868214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-love-and-what-is-marriage.html' title='What is Love and What is Marriage ???'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-5123656103692777933</id><published>2008-09-16T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:02:21.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Perspective A wonderful things in life</title><content type='html'>One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, 'How was the&lt;br /&gt;trip?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was great, Dad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you see how poor people live?' the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yeah,' said the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?' asked the father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I saw that we have one dog and they had four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his son added, 'Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-5123656103692777933?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5123656103692777933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=5123656103692777933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5123656103692777933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/5123656103692777933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/perspective-wonderful-things-in-life.html' title='Perspective A wonderful things in life'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-7689051245186134945</id><published>2008-09-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:39:52.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Dont be selfish in life</title><content type='html'>A married couple in their early 60s was out celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table and said, "For being such an exemplary married couple and for being faithful to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband," said the wife. The fairy moved her magic stick and - abracadabra! - two tickets for the new QM2 luxury liner appeared in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was the husband's turn. He thought for a moment and said, "Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this only occurs once in a lifetime, so I'm sorry, my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife, and the fairy, was deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fairy made a circle with her magic stick, and -abracadabra! - The husband &lt;br /&gt;became 92 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-7689051245186134945?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7689051245186134945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=7689051245186134945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7689051245186134945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7689051245186134945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-be-selfish-in-life.html' title='Dont be selfish in life'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-7225548168000346826</id><published>2008-09-12T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T04:11:30.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>One line humour</title><content type='html'>[1] Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Having one child makes you a parent; having two you are a referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] I believe we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without, but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] You can't buy love, but you pay heavily for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or she'll take it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] You're getting old when you enjoy remembering things more than doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] Man: Is there any way for long life?&lt;br /&gt;      Dr: Get married.&lt;br /&gt;      Man: Will it help?&lt;br /&gt;      Dr: No, but then the thought of long life will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23]Why do couples hold hands during their wedding? It's a formality just like two boxers&lt;br /&gt;shaking hands before the fight begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24]Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;     Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25]It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs Arranged.&lt;br /&gt;     It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26]There is only one perfect child in the world and every mother has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27]There is only one perfect wife in the world and every neighbor has it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-7225548168000346826?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7225548168000346826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=7225548168000346826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7225548168000346826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7225548168000346826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-line-humour.html' title='One line humour'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-8994315429573493437</id><published>2008-09-11T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:27:32.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The tale of a date - very funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is my first and the only love till this point. Her name is Nivedita, a software engineer by profession. She is turning twenty-four shortly and she is undoubtedly the most beautiful girl on earth. I made it a point to share my feelings today with her, hoping this letter would do it all. I have not written any letters in my life till now, and this is perhaps the first time I pen down my thoughts and expectations for the person I love the most on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been four years since we met each other and a strong bond has grown between us through these years. I was unaware of her love for a long time. In fact, I hadn't spoken a word with her till about a year I had seen her for the first time. It was in one long journey in train, I understood her love for me. It happened a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a trip from Kanyakumari to Chennai in Kanyakumari Express. We had passed Vizhupuram and it was 3 am in the morning. I thought I was the only one who was awake in the whole compartment in that early hour. But to my surprise, she was also awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know then that it was for me she had got up that early. Hardly had she seemed to move her sight away from me. She smiled at me very often and every time I encountered that cute smile, I started eagerly awaiting the next battle with her smile and shining eyes. Her smile had everything in it, the story of unbelievable affection, care and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment, till now, I too have loved her to a great extent. We have never exchanged words about the love we have towards each other, but words are too less to reflect the amount of affection and love we share. I have always thought that the love would remain throughout our life and it happened to be the same till three months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek had come into my life three months back. In fact I myself had waited his arrival for quite a long time, but from the moment he arrived, he has been the worst enemy in my life. Nivedita and he had grown close over times, and the fraction of time she spent with me got lowered to a great extent. Even the latest Sensex fall would be less compared to the fall in her affection for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have wondered how it could suddenly happen, after near to four long years of understanding and love amidst us. At times, I have felt like killing that guy Vivek, but I have not had that much strength or braveness to do that. Still, what can he do? He did no mistake to his part, except for being born charming, cute and fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before when I saw her, she was feeding food for him and I was hurt to the core on seeing the incident. My anger had boiled down to tears, and I broke. It took almost close to three hours for me stop crying, I felt I had cried more than how much I would have cried when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to understand where it all went wrong, but to my fortune, till now, I haven't been able spot it out. Once for all, I decided to tell all my feelings to her, no matter how she is going to deal with it. I have heard my dad saying a lot of times 'Something is better than nothing!' and I made up my mind to do 'something'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed today to be the 'DATE' for throwing open in front of her the 'TALE' of my pure love for her. I don't know whether I will get a positive response from her, but I pray God that only the best happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trrrrriinnnnnnggggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school bell has rung. The lunch break is over. My 'UKG' classmates would be ready to welcome me with the same cute smile as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my 'MOTHER' Nivedita will be alright, understands me and shares some time with me also, apart from that she spends with my three months old rascal 'BROTHER' Vivek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you after a break!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-8994315429573493437?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8994315429573493437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=8994315429573493437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8994315429573493437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/8994315429573493437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/tale-of-date-very-funny.html' title='The tale of a date - very funny'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-7360910445927386417</id><published>2008-09-09T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:35:41.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance Evaluation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Life'/><title type='text'>Performance evaluation</title><content type='html'>A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn." "Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now." replied boy. The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was recently cutting her lawn. The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida." Again the woman answered in the negative. With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job."The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just doing something is not important, we must keep checking our performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-7360910445927386417?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7360910445927386417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=7360910445927386417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7360910445927386417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/7360910445927386417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/performance-evaluation.html' title='Performance evaluation'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-6961560409515727756</id><published>2008-09-07T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:26:35.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>When Opportunity knocks..PLEASE MAKE USE OF IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A man with a gun goes into a bank and demands their money. Once he is&lt;br /&gt;given the money, he turns to a customer and asks, "Did you see me rob&lt;br /&gt;this bank?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Yes sir, I did." The robber then shot him in the&lt;br /&gt;temper , killing him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then turned to a couple standing next to him and asked the man, "Did&lt;br /&gt;you see me rob this bank?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"No sir, I didn't, but my wife did!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-6961560409515727756?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6961560409515727756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=6961560409515727756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/6961560409515727756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/6961560409515727756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-opportunity-knocksplease-make-use.html' title='When Opportunity knocks..PLEASE MAKE USE OF IT'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-6866600608941701436</id><published>2008-09-05T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:28:07.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Husbands are husbands  and wives are better</title><content type='html'>A man was sitting reading his papers when his wife hit him round the head with a frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;"What was that for?" the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied "That was for the piece of paper with the name Jenny on it that I found in your pants pocket".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then said "When I was at the races last week Jenny was the name of the horse I bet on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife apologized and went on with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later the man is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon re-gaining consciousness the man asked why she had hit again. Wife replied. "Your horse phoned ...... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-6866600608941701436?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6866600608941701436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=6866600608941701436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/6866600608941701436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/6866600608941701436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/husbands-are-husbands-and-wives-are.html' title='Husbands are husbands  and wives are better'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401142749236662252.post-3547826542228859100</id><published>2008-09-04T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:52:23.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think positive'/><title type='text'>Think positive to live life happily - Have a Blessed Day</title><content type='html'>A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SMDEyA7btwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1SWJl5UHAlY/s1600-h/life-is-beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SMDEyA7btwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1SWJl5UHAlY/s320/life-is-beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242406329781040898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SMDFJkVAkyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4ovD_Ew-hLQ/s1600-h/live-good-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SMDFJkVAkyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4ovD_Ew-hLQ/s320/live-good-life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242406734420546338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way."&lt;br /&gt;What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SMDFavMMUcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jFWKkbjYiIs/s1600-h/think-positive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SMDFavMMUcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jFWKkbjYiIs/s320/think-positive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242407029394133442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great men say, "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness…. In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…&lt;br /&gt;And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401142749236662252-3547826542228859100?l=lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3547826542228859100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401142749236662252&amp;postID=3547826542228859100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/3547826542228859100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401142749236662252/posts/default/3547826542228859100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisgoodtolive.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-positively-to-make-life-good-have.html' title='Think positive to live life happily - Have a Blessed Day'/><author><name>Jignesh Gohel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088248893781800568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUig2audDg/Tmn6GsQaHGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8j3-5mAcBGQ/s220/jignesh_gohel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOlixBgLFR4/SMDEyA7btwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1SWJl5UHAlY/s72-c/life-is-beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
