<?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-8454127</id><updated>2012-02-12T07:16:25.276+05:30</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='story'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='reality'/><category term='funny'/><category term='books'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='hoobies'/><category term='saharukh'/><category term='song'/><category term='new'/><category term='boys'/><category term='simple'/><category term='normal'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='think'/><category term='you'/><category term='movie'/><category term='passion'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='people'/><category term='treat'/><category term='girls'/><category term='bird'/><category term='sports'/><category term='girl'/><category term='god'/><category term='like'/><category term='tv'/><category term='film'/><category term='race'/><category term='mother'/><category term='love'/><category term='interest'/><category term='Play'/><category term='money'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Kuch Kuch --- Kabhi Kabhi....</title><subtitle type='html'>Somethings sometimes of my love, passions, thoughts, ideas and many more...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-8790533904008721857</id><published>2009-12-22T08:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:05:29.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood - Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>The joy of being mother cannot be explained nor it can be described. It is something you have to be one to understand. Even the fathers cannot understand. You get up in the morning and you see the face makes you alive.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling started when i first saw my son as a foetus as early as seven weeks. The most amazing thing which i did not was that one can hear the heartbeat. It is simply music to the ears. Whatever type of music you love, nothing compares to that sound. I remember crying  when i saw and heard my son fir the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Before that i was not sure as we were not planning and it just happened. The whole ultrasound made me believe that is it is real and i am going to be a mom. I just wished my husband to be there when i saw my son for the first time. He did see the ultrasound after few days in a cd.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels like it happened yesterday. Those months of morning sickness. Being homesick and my husband tolerating those mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;First month went just like that without my knowledge. We went to Florida for the holidays. Rode roller coasters and ate all kind of stuff. The only thing was bothering why i am not having those days. As i am irregular and was having trouble so i never gave any thought that i may be pregnant. It was december.&lt;br /&gt;In january my conditioned worsened. I was not able to eat anything and was vomiting all the time. I had a pain in lower abdomen which was bothering me very much as it was new kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to the doctor for checkup and he suggested that maybe i may be pregnant. I thought it is not possible as we were not planning. Anyways he suggested a blood test and hey I am positive. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh dear!!!!!! i am pregnant and for two months. wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-8790533904008721857?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8790533904008721857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=8790533904008721857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/8790533904008721857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/8790533904008721857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/motherhood-pregnancy.html' title='Motherhood - Pregnancy'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-6111671543819381088</id><published>2009-05-13T20:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:31:31.937+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Technology wonder</title><content type='html'>One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Jim says to Mike behind him, "My&lt;br /&gt;elbow hurts like hell. I guess I'd better see a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money," Mike replies.&lt;br /&gt;"There's a diagnostic computer down at Wal-Mart. Just give it a urine&lt;br /&gt;sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong and what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes ten seconds and costs ten dollars . . A lot cheaper than a&lt;br /&gt;doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, Jim deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He deposits ten dollars, and the computer lights up and asks for the urine&lt;br /&gt;sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy&lt;br /&gt;activity. It will improve in two weeks. Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Jim began&lt;br /&gt;wondering if the computer could be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from&lt;br /&gt;his wife and daughter, and a sperm sample for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim hurries back to Wal-Mart, eager to check the results He deposits ten&lt;br /&gt;dollars, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer prints the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. (Aisle 9)&lt;br /&gt;2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.(Aisle 7)&lt;br /&gt;3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get&lt;br /&gt;better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-6111671543819381088?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6111671543819381088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=6111671543819381088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6111671543819381088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6111671543819381088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/technology-wonder.html' title='Technology wonder'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-2083047389911965074</id><published>2009-05-13T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:27:22.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Real life Story of inspiration</title><content type='html'>STORY NUMBER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capone had a lawyer nicknamed 'Easy Eddie.'&lt;br /&gt;He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well.&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al 'Scarface' Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will.&lt;br /&gt;Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY NUMBER TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;He must somehow divert them from the fleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale... It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet.. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W..W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.&lt;br /&gt;His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butch O'Hare was 'Easy Eddie's' son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-2083047389911965074?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2083047389911965074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=2083047389911965074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/2083047389911965074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/2083047389911965074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-life-story-of-inspiration.html' title='Real life Story of inspiration'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-5246280853710550296</id><published>2009-05-13T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:24:33.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;color:#000000;" class="f12" &gt;'The clock of life is wound but once,&lt;br /&gt;and no man has the power to tell just&lt;br /&gt;when the hands will stop, at late or early hour.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will.&lt;br /&gt;Place no faith in time.&lt;br /&gt;For the clock may soon be still.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-5246280853710550296?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5246280853710550296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=5246280853710550296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5246280853710550296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5246280853710550296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-925096207723891700</id><published>2009-05-13T19:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:57:15.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Election 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" class="f12"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhay Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" class="f12"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bhay ho.. bhay ho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phir bhi jai ho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaja aaja voter is jhanse ke tale...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaja aaja jhute muthe wade ke tale..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bhay ho.. bhook ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ratti ratti karke hamane jaan gawai hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhooke pet jaag jaag raat bitai hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mandi ki maar main naukri ganwa di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gin gin wade hamane zindagi bita di..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mandi ho.. atank ho.. mehangai ko .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phir bhi jai ho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh sab sirf Indian political campaigning main hi ho sakta hai&lt;/span&gt;... needless to say, media &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toh pagal ho hi chuka hai&lt;/span&gt;... I love India a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-925096207723891700?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/925096207723891700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=925096207723891700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/925096207723891700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/925096207723891700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/election-2009.html' title='Election 2009'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-844118917026966128</id><published>2008-07-30T21:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:00.925+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Jaane Tu....ya jaane na</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/SJCS-pYebfI/AAAAAAAAADs/BQYZzog09-I/s1600-h/jaanetu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228840772335201778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/SJCS-pYebfI/AAAAAAAAADs/BQYZzog09-I/s320/jaanetu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the film was released I was busy packing my stuff to fly. So, i was not able to catch with the reviews of the critics. But, I know the film should be good as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aamir&lt;/span&gt; Khan and Abbas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tyrewala&lt;/span&gt; are behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Settling down in USA, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;catched&lt;/span&gt; the film in the net. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Intially&lt;/span&gt;, I have seen the promos and deducted that it will be about college romance and poor guy rich girl story with twist. Yes, it is a love story no doubt, but, its a love story.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the past it was parents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;zamaana&lt;/span&gt; which kept them apart. But that story's kind of been done to death (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DDLJ&lt;/span&gt; we moved to the 'must win parents over', only then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chahta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt; the parents became irrelevant and it was only the two individuals figuring out what they wanted for themselves. The complication being one was already engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jaane&lt;/span&gt; Tu is the next step in the evolution of romance in India: Two best friends who truly believe, "Hey we are NOT in love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that they can't live without each other, but still they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; accept and finally in the end the do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I told you it's a love story. So what's the big deal. The big deal is the treatment. Its so contemporary. The group going together for movies, parties, etc. The cool set of parents which you tend to find nowadays. The jealous boyfriend with long list of ex. The lost brother who is an amazing artist.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so well placed that you feel that you are part of them. But this is a film so there has to be some unreal stuff. :) I am talking about the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rathore&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ranjhaur&lt;/span&gt;' aspect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, it was comical and fun. But so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;The one liners are great. It has to be with Abbas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tyrewala&lt;/span&gt; as script writer.&lt;br /&gt;Overall i enjoyed the film immensely. If i would have been back in India, I would surely would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;catched&lt;/span&gt; he film in theatres. It's sure must watch film and it has repeat value too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-844118917026966128?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/844118917026966128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=844118917026966128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/844118917026966128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/844118917026966128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/jaane-tuya-jaane-na.html' title='Jaane Tu....ya jaane na'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/SJCS-pYebfI/AAAAAAAAADs/BQYZzog09-I/s72-c/jaanetu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-5008702399722338522</id><published>2008-03-15T13:16:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:01.166+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R9t-9A1dRSI/AAAAAAAAADM/55vhpWfV9RM/s1600-h/titania_falling_asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177871783253853474" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R9t-9A1dRSI/AAAAAAAAADM/55vhpWfV9RM/s320/titania_falling_asleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had read a lot about the play when it was staged last year. But, unfortunately I was not able to see it. This year again it had come to city with popular demand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold evening to watch Midsummer Night's Dream by Tim Supple. But the play was extremely fascinating that you are unable to feel anything else.&lt;br /&gt;The air was pierced with loud drumbeats and human screeching. The lights flickered, in a bluish, night glow. People moved with great speed, some half naked, some fully dressed, some resplendent, some stark. They ran, the danced, they climbed, they swung from ropes, they were lulled into uneasy sleep in huge cloth cradles hung from the top. Was this a dream or perhaps a Nightmare... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In any case, the twenty first century dreams are more like nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most stunning or absolutely breathtaking feature of this play, were the sets, lights and costumes in that order. Literally and truly the stage provided the direction and guidance for the actors and their actions. It was not just a backdrop or a space to perform, but an instigator and a promoter in the structure and acting. In fact, without the stage as it was constructed, the actors could not have performed many of the feats that they did. In any case, as far as this play goes, the stage was not merely a stage, but a supporting actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R9t_aA1dRTI/AAAAAAAAADU/TlIgLk_e4rU/s1600-h/oberon_with_magic_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177872281470059826" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R9t_aA1dRTI/AAAAAAAAADU/TlIgLk_e4rU/s320/oberon_with_magic_flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was practical also, in as much as it allowed the actors to move freely and do all the acrobatics and rope tricks (for there was a lot of all that in this play) without hindering the flow of the play. The spaces, the foreground, the background and the sides were all clearly defined and uncluttered. The backdrop was a wooden screen (construction) made out of bamboo with many squares covered with ordinary white paper that can be torn easily. The actors entered through these squares, tearing the paper, removing it for the second half of the play and once again pasting some more paper for the next day's production. So, it was a living stage, destroyed to some extent every day and then reconstructed the next day. It enhanced the shift from the forest where the dream takes place to the city where reality emerges. The main stage was covered in red soil which along with the wooden construction brought out an extraordinary texture to the space. In short, the stage played its part so well that it was a breathtaking experience to watch the imagination that conceived it and the hands that crafted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two remarkable scenes where the lights played an important part were – one just before the interval, the night scene in the forest, and the other the arrival of dawn in the forest after the nights events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R9uAKA1dRVI/AAAAAAAAADk/odvBmRX7e8U/s1600-h/rev344a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177873106103780690" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R9uAKA1dRVI/AAAAAAAAADk/odvBmRX7e8U/s320/rev344a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The play was different in a way ---- with a British director and a South Asian crew speaking not just Shakespeare’s English but Tamil, Sinhalese, Malayalam, Hindi and wo more languages. That made the whole atmosphere interesting and fascinating. It gave some new angle to the play. I have seen so many plays. But this kind of experiment was something very new to me. Being a multi-lingual, multi-cultural script and cast it was not difficult to understand the flow of the play and was quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine this whole thing is set up in a outdoor theatre. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have heard that in London's open theatre this play is always running. I hope i will catch that play some day (hopefully). Let's see if my dream turn out to be Midsummer Night's Dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-5008702399722338522?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5008702399722338522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=5008702399722338522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5008702399722338522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5008702399722338522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/midsummer-nights-dream.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R9t-9A1dRSI/AAAAAAAAADM/55vhpWfV9RM/s72-c/titania_falling_asleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-480674365350697532</id><published>2008-02-27T18:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:48:51.330+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Beautiful lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main aur meri tanhayee aksar ye batein karte hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tum hoti to kaisa hota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tum yeh kehti, tum woh kehti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tum is baat pe hairan hoti tum is baat pe kitna hansti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tum hoti to aisa hota tum hoti to waisa hota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main aur meri tanhayee aksar ye baatein karte hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh khahan aa gaye hum yuhin saath saath chalte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teri bahon mein hai janam mere jismo jaan phighalte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh raat hai ki tumhari julfein khuli hui hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh chandni hai ya tumhari nazron se meri ratein ghiri hui hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh chand hai ya tumhara kangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sitare hain ya tumhara anchal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hawa ka jhonka hai ya tumhare badan ki khushboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh pattiyon ki hai sarsarahat ya tumne chupke se kuch kaha hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh sochta hoon main kab se gumsum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ki jab ke mujko bhi pata hai ki tum nahi ho kahin nahi ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magar yeh dil hai ki keh raha hai ki tum yahin ho yahin kahin ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu badan hai mein hoon saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu na ho to mein kahan hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mujhe pyar karne wale tu jahan hai main wahan hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hamein milna hi tha hum dum kisi raah bhi nikalte'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meri sans sans mehke jaise bheena bheena chandan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tera pyar chandani hai mera maan hai jaise aagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hui aur bhi mulayam meri sham dhalte dhalte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;majboor yeh halat idahr bhi hain aur udhar bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanhai ki yeh raat idhar bhi hai aur udhar bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kehne ko to bahut kuch hai magar kis se kahein hum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kab tak yunhi khamosh rahein hum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dil kehta hai duniya ki hgar rasmo utha dein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diwar jo hum dono mein hain aaj gira dein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kyun dil mein sulagte rahein , logon ko bata dein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ki hum ko mohhabat hai, mohhabat hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ab dil mein yehi baat idhar bhi hai aur udhar bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-480674365350697532?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/480674365350697532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=480674365350697532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/480674365350697532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/480674365350697532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-lyrics.html' title='Beautiful lyrics'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-3032081850461908018</id><published>2008-02-25T13:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:15:42.804+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Normal Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every time he saw her, he would stare his eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that she did not notice this, but she chose to ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ignorance is bliss, for reaction may give him the needed attention, she felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day when she could no longer handle it, she blurted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Hey man, what is wrong with you? Why do you keep starring like this?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To this he replies “See lady. Either you are too beautiful or I am crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are beautiful, I can’t help it and if I am crazy, you can’t help it”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Need I say what happened next? Take a wild guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-3032081850461908018?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3032081850461908018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=3032081850461908018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/3032081850461908018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/3032081850461908018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/normal-love-story.html' title='Normal Love Story'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-3637094845972080886</id><published>2008-02-25T12:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:45:59.399+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Itna paisa........</title><content type='html'>The bidding for players at the Indian Premier League was something to watch. I found little hilarious and amusing. People bidding for people just like what used to happen in barbaric age. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ab bhai unke ishaoron pe nachenge ye sportsmen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aur nahin to kya. Itne paison se kharida hai to unki baat to sunni padegi na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now everyone will want there child to be a Crickter. So much of money and fame is hard to ignore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaash humare maa baap ne balla aur ball pakda diya hota bachpan mein, to kahin ek aasha dikhayi deti is umar mein!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok they have to do lots of hard work like doing commercials, looking good all the time and flirting with girls. C'mon anyone can do that after so much of grooming sessions. And yes last but not the least those beautiful heroines of our bollywood. Sometimes they do play cricket and sometimes, mind it, sometimes they do win. But now that team called India team what will happen to that? Where will they stand? In world standard how will it be compared and will get a ranking? Now the cricketers will will give more attention to other aspects of the game so that can earn the revenue for there respective team. Will they give that same attention to the national team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the dedication be same? Whom will we support?????&lt;br /&gt;We will support our region fine. But as an Indian whom will we support???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itna paisa aaya kahan se&lt;/span&gt;??? MS Dhoni being 'bought' for Rs 6 crores by the Chennai franchise is something to marvel at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-3637094845972080886?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3637094845972080886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=3637094845972080886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/3637094845972080886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/3637094845972080886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/itna-paisa.html' title='Itna paisa........'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-3750528998247234581</id><published>2008-02-15T15:13:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:46:46.562+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>Newness around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panchi banoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;udti firoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mast pawan mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaj mein azad hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duniya ke chamn mein!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-3750528998247234581?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3750528998247234581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=3750528998247234581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/3750528998247234581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/3750528998247234581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/newness-around.html' title='Newness around'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-1698985671638964673</id><published>2008-02-06T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:40:18.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft says Yahoo !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was reading an article in msn.com the other day. After going back to homepage the news hit me. Microsoft has made a bid to yahoo. Wow!!!! so now what it be called "Yacrosoft" ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember Yahoo has a very big hand in popularizing internet in India. I remember Shammi Kapoor as the person behind the India picture of Yahoo. My first email id is also from Yahoo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started my work as web designer, I used to follow lot of stuffs made by yahoo. I used to follow the marketing strategies and there idea of showing advertisements in the homepage. Yes, they have lost some of there old charm which was so relevant in those days. It was the pioneer in lots of things now which other big sites are trying to incorporate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the race is going on to outdo the bid. Google is trying hard to take over the site.  Whatever happens I hope it happens best for the users like me.   As original Yahoo will always hold some special place in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-1698985671638964673?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1698985671638964673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=1698985671638964673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/1698985671638964673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/1698985671638964673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/microsoft-says-yahoo.html' title='Microsoft says Yahoo !!!!!!'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-7073748041990013763</id><published>2008-01-19T14:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:17:49.837+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><title type='text'>Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>Amazing Race --- a reality game show aired by AXN. In my opinion the most interesting and most real reality show. There is no scope of rigging, smsing, vote, your favorite participant, nothing. It's just healthy competition with lots of thrills and adventure. The participants efforts, leadership, logic reasoning, team management is being utilised. Who gets to do it first is the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating pair has to do so many variety of tasks is really amazing. They travel around to so many different places. How to complete the tasks with the language barrier and no sense of the place they are visiting. Yet, people finish the tasks. After viewing the show I always think that how is it possible to certain things for the reality show which we will never do in our normal life. I mean never. Imagine yourself making cow dung cakes. Filling the buckets with cow dung and then making the cakes. Finding the clue in a ditch filled with mud. Blow glass the design on a glass jar. Depositing gas cylinders.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many examples. It has to seen to be believed.&lt;br /&gt;But, yes there are few cool tasks to be done too. Like playing with robots, making tattoos, climbing Eiffel Tower to get the clue. Dancing some traditional methods or dance. Get to see so many new places and people. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The compatibility in two people has to be great. I have seen people getting divorced, being separated during the course of the show. Yes, there is also good sign to it too. People come closer. The bond grows much stronger. The relationship gets total new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;The stress, the tension, sportsman spirit all has to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go in such a show. But, one has to be extremely fit and has lots of stamina to endure heavy jobs, which I know I don't have. But still I would love to participate in the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-7073748041990013763?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7073748041990013763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=7073748041990013763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/7073748041990013763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/7073748041990013763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/amazing-race.html' title='Amazing Race'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-6612538379701596017</id><published>2008-01-16T10:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:01.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lakh-takiya ki car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R42aaRje02I/AAAAAAAAADA/Wb2nE5aTqaI/s1600-h/luxury1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R42aaRje02I/AAAAAAAAADA/Wb2nE5aTqaI/s320/luxury1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155946924588585826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally it's here ---- the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lakh takiya ki car&lt;/span&gt;. After lot of speculation and lots of ifs and buts it has landed.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Beetle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my favorite car)&lt;/span&gt;. Even has the color yellow of the Beetle. I am eager like everyone to see it on the road. No doubt, more than lakh people turned up at Delhi to see the car.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a dream come true for people who always wanted a car but was unable to afford one. After all it's "The People's Car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo courtesy: Tata Site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all the good things come with some negativity which we cannot ignore.&lt;br /&gt;Cars = Personal Mobility = Prosperity&lt;br /&gt;Cars = Pollution = Enviro-disaster&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately both equations are true. And which way you look at it for the moment depends on where you are.&lt;br /&gt;Here, the both the equations are true. If you own a car then it is a sign of prosperity. But, it will be an add on to the already heavy traffic which will be a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about reducing few thing on the road and replace them with the Nano. For example, all the autos should be removed from the road and should be replaced by the Nanos. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooohhh!!! nice idea.&lt;/span&gt; Commuters will be happy as it will give you that safety and support from those rash driving of the autos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those age old taxis can be replaced by cute nanos. We will be saved a bit from the emission from the age old taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least. It is something we Indians are proud of. We have shown the world that we Indians are also ahead in technology and innovations.&lt;br /&gt;After all it's world cheapest car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey!!!!!!!!! I am also thinking of buying one he!! he!!he!!he!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-6612538379701596017?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6612538379701596017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=6612538379701596017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6612538379701596017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6612538379701596017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/lakh-takiya-ki-car.html' title='Lakh-takiya ki car'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R42aaRje02I/AAAAAAAAADA/Wb2nE5aTqaI/s72-c/luxury1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-7683983756538796704</id><published>2008-01-11T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:21:05.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>What is the idea behind the resolution? If it is made to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! it is a nice feeling that you sit down and think hard about the resolutions which you will make. The results which you will get after the completion of the resolution. etc etc... You also discuss that with the close ones. Some times they laugh at you at and sometimes they look at you with those eyes which makes your heart stop a beat or two.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that resolution are always broken. Still we make resolution and try to follow at least for few days and for some few hours or for some which are in there mind only.&lt;br /&gt;I have also made some resolutions this year. But, not have started to implement it into action. (&lt;em&gt;wow!!!!! what a start&lt;/em&gt;) Hoping that soon the day will come and resolution will take its shape and form and spring into action. After all we have one extra day this year to prolong the action :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then happy resolution!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-7683983756538796704?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7683983756538796704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=7683983756538796704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/7683983756538796704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/7683983756538796704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-7909721383369447745</id><published>2007-12-29T14:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:01.683+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Yet another Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R3YQiRje00I/AAAAAAAAACo/B-47Eav8Skc/s1600-h/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R3YQiRje00I/AAAAAAAAACo/B-47Eav8Skc/s320/story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149321404958561090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;masterpiece&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anurag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Basu&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. It worth spending half an hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the idiot box. Otherwise what we see on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; nowadays is not even worth switching on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The realism shown in the serial is amazing. No glitzy clothes and makeup and no made up sets. Its a story based on some characters who seems so real as if they are your friends or somehow you know them. The college life shown is so real that you must have faced something or the other in your own real life. Amazing script with amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dialogues&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors have done a superb job. The story starts with a simple love story of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Akash&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shruti&lt;/span&gt;. But, how it turns into a drawn out fight for power and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title song has been conceptualised by Cactus. Beautiful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point the whole story has taken a new turn. Eagerly waiting for the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-7909721383369447745?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7909721383369447745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=7909721383369447745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/7909721383369447745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/7909721383369447745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/yet-another-love-story.html' title='Yet another Love Story'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R3YQiRje00I/AAAAAAAAACo/B-47Eav8Skc/s72-c/story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-7816036908466475311</id><published>2007-12-26T15:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:01.821+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoobies'/><title type='text'>The Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R3Ijjhje0zI/AAAAAAAAACc/pBxzZsvV8pM/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148216417247482674" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R3Ijjhje0zI/AAAAAAAAACc/pBxzZsvV8pM/s320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever happened to you that you start loosing the interest in one of your greatest passion and you don't know the reason why. It has happened to me and I don't know the reason. Everyone who know me knows how I love to read. For some music is passion, for me its the books. I cannot think my life without books. I am always happy when I am surrounded by them. Those hardbound, paperback, long, thin, thick, first edition, latest edition, abridged version, unabridged version and so many makes my all senses active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never remember a day when I am not reading a book. Yes during my school exams my Mom had hard time to hide them. And those dreadful final exams always happened after the wonderful and famous book fair. So, I have to try my patience not to read the latest splurges. It was tough. C'mon a page a day won't harm so much. But, my Mom knew better. A page can lead to a chapter and a chapter can lead to the whole book. I used to complete a reasonable length book in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yesterday night I finished a book. So what's a big deal. But there is a beg deal. Biggest of all. I took three months to complete a single book. Can you IMAGINE 3 whole months. Since morning I am amazed at my own reaction. I was relieved that I have completed the book at last. OK, the book was not so very interesting and did not have that punch which could hook a reader. But. I have read worst than these and have finished in time. Not on a single day, but yes not like this one (3 months). Something is there which is making me go far from my passion. I have to find out the reason pretty soon, as book fair is just round the corner. God please help me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey!!! but I did finish the book. Now that is something. Is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8454127-7816036908466475311?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7816036908466475311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=7816036908466475311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/7816036908466475311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/7816036908466475311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/passion.html' title='The Passion'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/R3Ijjhje0zI/AAAAAAAAACc/pBxzZsvV8pM/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-8892478480014089590</id><published>2007-12-19T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:29:15.521+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Year That Is</title><content type='html'>The time of the year when you start thinking that whether you have achieved what you had resolve at the start of the year. The time to think the &lt;a href="http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-2007.html"&gt;year that was&lt;/a&gt;. The good and the bad happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time it feels that the year has passed so swiftly. But, when you sit back and start to think about the all the days which was spent in the year then you realize that how much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in my life this year. Some very unexpected and happy moments. This was a totally revealing year. I have come to know some interesting side of human nature. Yes, I have grown as a person a lot. I hope the dreams which I have started to make reality in this year, realises fully in the following year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy!!!!! Touche!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-8892478480014089590?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8892478480014089590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=8892478480014089590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/8892478480014089590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/8892478480014089590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-that-is.html' title='Year That Is'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-5950755817546971341</id><published>2007-12-11T11:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:19:03.819+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Funny but not so funny</title><content type='html'>I was watching Americas Funniest Video the other day. There was this clip in which the caged monkeys starts to attack the people outside. I can't understand why this is so funny. First of all you start to make all the funny faces at them and tease them. So they get all agitated.&lt;br /&gt;If they attack you that becomes funny??&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in class V we visited Chandipur from school. In the hotel campus they had two monkeys caged. We were as usual teasing them and playing them. And one of them did attack me. Fortunately, I was not injured. But, my new dress was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attack made me think that why did the monkey reacted in such a way. He is also sacred by us as we are. It's just that we are free and they are caged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onlookers may find it funny because that attack has not happened on them. In fact they are relieved that I was not in his/her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Americas Funniest Video, someone is either falling down or getting hurt. Is that there sense of humour? People get hurt and they find that funny.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing concept of being funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-5950755817546971341?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5950755817546971341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=5950755817546971341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5950755817546971341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5950755817546971341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-but-not-so-funny.html' title='Funny but not so funny'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-5184013745018153961</id><published>2007-12-10T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:44:26.141+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>I am not a writer, so I cannot write. I fully depend upon the other people for that. I have been accused that I copy the stuff from the others and paste it. yes, I confess I do that. And I am not ashamed to admit that. Why I should be ashamed!! &lt;em&gt;yaar!!! copy paste ka zamana hai. agar copy nahin kiya to kya kiya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are few genuine writings by me. Yes there are. Try going through the blog. I am sure you will find it. (I know no one has that patience). But I can say proudly there are few stuffs here which is genuinely mine. Rest are edited. and very few of them are directly copied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bahut baar apne aap ko samjhaya ki sudhar jaoon. &lt;/em&gt;But, easy way &lt;em&gt;ko kon chorta hai. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thinking of writing some stuff which is genuinely written by me. Yes I am thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-5184013745018153961?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5184013745018153961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=5184013745018153961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5184013745018153961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5184013745018153961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-1094468140926757219</id><published>2007-11-17T12:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:19:42.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saharukh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>OSO</title><content type='html'>Went to see OSO on Thursday 15, 2007. I was at home sick. In fact very sick. Just to pacify my boredom my family took me to OSO. Frankly, was very eager to see the film after all the hype. But, I was little disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;The film has a very silly story. Yes, what else we can expect from &lt;em&gt;Karz&lt;/em&gt; inspired remake. It had some nice humour which was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Being the web designer and dealing with multimedia, I can say, it has some very interesting moments. Especially the dance sequence of Deepika with yesteryear heroes. Very well crafted and executed. Even the shadows were matched. Fire sequences were very well executed, and there were many such sequences.&lt;br /&gt;The 70's retro look is absolutely cool. This reincarnation truly is praiseworthy. The cars, costumes, accessories. Everything in there own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! the famous &lt;em&gt;Dard E Disco&lt;/em&gt; number. At that age, doing that number need courage. I hope this should be inspiration to all the bhaiya ji's out there. So, now only Bhabhi ji's don't have to look cool and sexy at that age.... Bhayia ji's also need to shape up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepika is very beautiful and has all the elements of the Hindi film Heroine. Yes, height may be problem. After all we have little derth of the tall and handsome heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the film is as usual &lt;em&gt;SRK&lt;/em&gt; film. Full of colors and energy and plenty of USP's. But somehow it is incomplete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-1094468140926757219?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1094468140926757219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=1094468140926757219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/1094468140926757219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/1094468140926757219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/oso.html' title='OSO'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-1834814000154863722</id><published>2007-11-17T11:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:02.252+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Rz6MR2Tj9rI/AAAAAAAAACU/jUKovRAD_Mo/s1600-h/AG0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133694863512172210" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Rz6MR2Tj9rI/AAAAAAAAACU/jUKovRAD_Mo/s320/AG0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. Don't forget your girlfriends," she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. "They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you'll have, you are still going to need girlfriends. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them. And remember that "girlfriends" are not only your friends, but your sisters, your daughters, and other relatives too. You'll need other women. Women always do.&lt;br /&gt;What a funny piece of advice,' the young woman thought. 'Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake, a grownup, not a young girl who needs girlfriends! Surely my husband and the family we'll&lt;br /&gt;start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!' But she listened to her Mother; she kept contact with her girlfriends and made more each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, girlfriends are the mainstays of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends bring you curry when you need help.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends keep your children and keep your secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends give advice when you ask for it. Sometimes you take it, sometimes you&lt;br /&gt;don't. &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girlfriends don't always tell you that you're right, but they're usually honest. &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girlfriends still love you, even when they don't agree with your choices.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girlfriends laugh with you, and you don't need canned jokes to start the laughter. &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girlfriends pull you out of jams.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends help you get out of bad relationships.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girlfriends help you look for a new apartment, help you pack, and help you move.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends will give a party for your son or daughter when they get married or have a baby, in whichever order that comes!&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends are there for you, in an instant and when the hard times come. &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girlfriends listen when you lose a job or a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends listen when your children break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends listen when your parents' minds and bodies fail.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends support you when the men in your life let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends help you pick up the pieces when men pack up and go.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends rejoice at what makes you happy, and are ready to go out&lt;br /&gt;and kill what makes you unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times passes.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates.&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Love waxes and wanes.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;Careers end.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Parents die.&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues forget favours.&lt;br /&gt;Men don't call when they say they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT girlfriends remain there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach.”&lt;br /&gt;&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/8454127-1834814000154863722?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1834814000154863722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=1834814000154863722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/1834814000154863722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/1834814000154863722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/girlfriends.html' title='Girlfriends'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Rz6MR2Tj9rI/AAAAAAAAACU/jUKovRAD_Mo/s72-c/AG0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-6742635285121323711</id><published>2007-08-21T17:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:15:34.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days</title><content type='html'>Gone are the days!!!&lt;br /&gt;When The school reopened in June,&lt;br /&gt;And we settled in our new desks and benches!&lt;br /&gt;When we queued up in book depot,&lt;br /&gt;And got our new books and notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays ,&lt;br /&gt;Yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.&lt;br /&gt;We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and&lt;br /&gt;Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!&lt;br /&gt;When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to&lt;br /&gt;Color pencils and finally sketch pens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started calculating&lt;br /&gt;first with tables and then with&lt;br /&gt;Clarke's tables and advanced to&lt;br /&gt;Calculators and computers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we chased one another in the&lt;br /&gt;corridors in Intervals , and returned to the classrooms&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,&lt;br /&gt;Playgrounds,&lt;br /&gt;under the trees and even in cycle sheds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the colors in the world ,&lt;br /&gt;Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,&lt;br /&gt;Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When cricket was played with writing pads as bats ,&lt;br /&gt;And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!&lt;br /&gt;When few played&lt;br /&gt;"kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,&lt;br /&gt;While others simply played&lt;br /&gt;"book cricket" in the&lt;br /&gt;Confines of classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of fights but no conspiracies,&lt;br /&gt;Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we used to&lt;br /&gt;watch Live Cricket telecast,&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When few rushed at 3:45 to&lt;br /&gt;"Conquer" window seats in our School bus!&lt;br /&gt;While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint" ,&lt;br /&gt;"kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Of Sports Day,&lt;br /&gt;and the annual School Day ,&lt;br /&gt;And the one-month long&lt;br /&gt;preparations for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Of the stressful Quarterly,&lt;br /&gt;Half Yearly and Annual Exams , And the most&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed holidays after them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Of tenth and twelfth standards, when&lt;br /&gt;We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!&lt;br /&gt;We learnt,&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed ,&lt;br /&gt;We played,&lt;br /&gt;We won,&lt;br /&gt;We lost,&lt;br /&gt;We laughed,&lt;br /&gt;We cried,&lt;br /&gt;We fought,&lt;br /&gt;We thought.&lt;br /&gt;With so much fun in them, so many friends,&lt;br /&gt;So much experience, all this and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we used to talk for hours with our friends!&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't have time to say a 'Hi'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we played games on the road!&lt;br /&gt;Now we Code on the road with laptop !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we saw stars Shining at Night!&lt;br /&gt;Now we see stars when our code doesn't Work !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!&lt;br /&gt;Now we chat in chat rooms .....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we studied just to pass!&lt;br /&gt;Now we study to save our job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we had no money in our pockets&lt;br /&gt;and still fun filled on our hearts!!&lt;br /&gt;Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we shouted on the road!&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't shout even at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;Where we got lectures from all!&lt;br /&gt;Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now ....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days&lt;br /&gt;But not the memories,&lt;br /&gt;which will be Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and ever .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the Days....&lt;br /&gt;But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE , DONT FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-6742635285121323711?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6742635285121323711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=6742635285121323711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6742635285121323711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6742635285121323711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-6044665245258828247</id><published>2007-08-07T18:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:23:32.744+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><title type='text'>Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Five lessons to make you think about the way we treat people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Daisy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One night, at 11.30 p.m., an older woman was standing on the side of a highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled areas. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A special note was attached... It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty rupees," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?", he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty five rupees," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two 1 rupee coins. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth Important Lesson - The obstacle in Our Path.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away". Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-6044665245258828247?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6044665245258828247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=6044665245258828247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6044665245258828247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6044665245258828247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/think.html' title='Think'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-5897233228784541931</id><published>2007-04-24T14:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:02.449+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Like and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Ri3P0iL93PI/AAAAAAAAACM/92gGYZMBHK0/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056926458044079346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Ri3P0iL93PI/AAAAAAAAACM/92gGYZMBHK0/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you get happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In front of the person you love, you can't say everything on your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can show your own self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do is cover your ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But If you try to close your eyes, love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8454127-5897233228784541931?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5897233228784541931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=5897233228784541931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5897233228784541931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/5897233228784541931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/like-and-love.html' title='Like and Love'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Ri3P0iL93PI/AAAAAAAAACM/92gGYZMBHK0/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-6882718980043994670</id><published>2007-03-08T16:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:02.548+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Re_o5n-luGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Zw1kvUaiGk/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039502584732563554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Re_o5n-luGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Zw1kvUaiGk/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If somebody says that he/she loves someone because they share some common interests then both people are immature in their understanding of love. A person's interests changes over time, eg I am intetested in films today, but may be 10 years from now films won't interest me, I would rather then be interested in life insurance, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Jokes apart, the question is that if love is based upon common interests then can it pass the test of time? Sure some common grounds is necessary for love to trigger, but that should not be the reason for loving. In fact there should be no reason for loving. Absolutely no reason. The answer to "why you love someone" should always be "I don't know".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-6882718980043994670?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6882718980043994670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=6882718980043994670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6882718980043994670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6882718980043994670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/Re_o5n-luGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Zw1kvUaiGk/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-6747906581634671190</id><published>2007-03-08T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:05:36.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>15 Simple Rules to Live by</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Get and stay out of your comfort zone&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe that not much happens of any significance when we're in our comfort zone.  (&lt;em&gt;but who will, saying is easy than done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Never give up.&lt;/strong&gt; Almost nothing works the first time it's attempted. Just because what you're doing does not seem to be working, doesn't mean it won't work. It just means that it might not work the way you're doing it. If it was easy, everyone would be doing it, and you wouldn't have an opportunity. (&lt;em&gt;totally agree&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;When you're ready to quit, you're closer than you think&lt;/strong&gt;. There's an old Chinese saying that I just love, and I believe it is so true. It goes like this: "The temptation to quit will be the greatest just before you are about to succeed." (&lt;em&gt;yeah true.....but not always. atleast i think.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;With regard to whatever worries you, not only accept the worst thing that could happen, but make it a point to quantify what the worst thing could be&lt;/strong&gt;. Very seldom will the worst consequence be anywhere near as bad as a cloud of "undefined consequences." If it doesn't work, they can't eat you. (&lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Focus on what you want to have happen&lt;/strong&gt;. Remember that old saying, "As you think, so shall you be." (&lt;em&gt;it did not happen... :( &lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Take things a day at a time.&lt;/strong&gt; No matter how difficult your situation is, you can get through it if you don't look too far into the future, and focus on the present moment. You can get through anything one day at a time. Remember – baby steps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Always be moving forward&lt;/strong&gt;. Never stop investing. Never stop improving. Never stop doing something new. The moment you stop improving, you start dying in a way. Make it your goal to be better each and every day, in some small way. Remember the Japanese concept of Kaizen. Small daily improvements eventually result in huge advantages. (&lt;em&gt;but sometimes you have to stop in order to move forward&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Be quick to decide&lt;/strong&gt;. Remember what General George S. Patton said: "A good plan violently executed today is far and away better than a perfect plan tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Measure everything of significance&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear this is true. Anything that is measured and watched, always improves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Anything that is not managed will deteriorate&lt;/strong&gt;. If you want to uncover problems you don't know about, take a few moments and look closely at the areas you haven't examined for a while. I guarantee you problems will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Pay attention to your competitors, but pay more attention to what you're doing&lt;/strong&gt;. When you look at your competitors, remember that everything looks perfect at a distance. Even the planet Earth, if you get far enough into space, looks like a peaceful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Never expect life to be fair.&lt;/strong&gt; Life isn't fair. You make your own breaks. You'll be doing good if the only meaning fair has to you, is something that you pay when you get on a bus (i.e., fare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Solve your own problems&lt;/strong&gt;. You'll find that by coming up with your own solutions, you'll develop a competitive edge. There's an old Asian saying also that goes: "A wise man keeps his own counsel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Don't take yourself too seriously&lt;/strong&gt;. Lighten up. Often, at least half of what we accomplish is due to luck. None of us are in control as much as we like to think we are. ( &lt;em&gt;are you hearing?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;There's always a reason to smile&lt;/strong&gt;. Find it. After all, you're really lucky just to be alive. Life is short. More and more, I believe: "We're not here for a long time; we're here for a good time." (&lt;em&gt;keep smiling&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-6747906581634671190?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6747906581634671190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=6747906581634671190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6747906581634671190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/6747906581634671190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/15-simple-rules-to-live-by.html' title='15 Simple Rules to Live by'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-1357875236463704833</id><published>2007-03-08T15:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:21:26.588+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;you have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;just like oil on my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Honor to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Like a Star - Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-1357875236463704833?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1357875236463704833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=1357875236463704833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/1357875236463704833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/1357875236463704833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-8712730951905068730</id><published>2007-03-08T15:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:22:04.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>Therere no words to say&lt;br /&gt;No words to convey&lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside I have for you&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Save from the guards&lt;br /&gt;Of intellect and reason&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me at a loss&lt;br /&gt;For words to express my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Look at me losing control&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I had a hold&lt;br /&gt;But with feelings this strong&lt;br /&gt;Im no longer the masterOf my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------- Tracy Chapman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-8712730951905068730?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8712730951905068730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=8712730951905068730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/8712730951905068730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/8712730951905068730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-2708675659923456154</id><published>2007-02-19T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:02.874+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A smile is a way of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/RdlW8kADPVI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZqpVavNNOkk/s1600-h/smile3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033149657019268434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/RdlW8kADPVI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZqpVavNNOkk/s320/smile3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a Bible verse, which says, "A joyful heart makes a cheerful face. (Proverbs 15:15, NASV)". I would like to paraphrase it as, "A happy heart paints a smile on your face." If we are happy and if we love people, the smile comes without effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have the idea that your smile can say where are you from??&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can. At least researchers claim that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans do it their way; British do it their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY say “tomayto” and British say “tomarto”.And now a study has established that the Americans and British also have different smiles.&lt;br /&gt;While, British smile by pulling our lips back and upwards and exposing their lower teeth, Americans are more likely simply to part their lips and stretch the corners of their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So distinct is the difference that the scientist behind the research was able last week to pick out Britons from Americans from close-cropped pictures of their smiles alone, with an accuracy of more than 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study by Dacher Keltner, a psychology professor at the University of California in Berkeley, near San Francisco, analysed the 43 facial muscles used by humans to charm, smirk and appease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He found the British were also more likely to raise their cheeks when they smile, showing the crow’s feet at the corners of the eyes. This produces a more sincere, hard-to-fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most common British smile — restrained but dignified — is called the Duchenne smile after Guillaume Duchenne, a 19th century French doctor who analysed facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keltner has nicknamed it the “Prince Charles”, as he believes the Prince of Wales has the typical British smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Charles shows his lower teeth fully using his risorius muscle that runs all the way around the mouth,” said Keltner. “It is a polite, formal expression of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s also very ancient, perhaps going back to the first smiles deployed by our ancestors when they invited other primates to co-operate rather than fight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By contrast, Keltner found most Americans had the far less expressive “Pan-Am smile”, named after the defunct airline’s gesture of welcome. This depends only on the zygomaticus major corner-tightening muscle and has also been called the “Botox smile” because, like the cosmetic treatment, it leaves the muscles at the corners of the eyes motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keltner was able to identify correctly the nationalities of 14 out of 15 smiling mouths shown to him with the rest of the photo obscured. The one he failed to identify correctly was of Venus Williams, the American tennis champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keltner, who will publish his findings in his forthcoming book Understanding Emotion, said the average smile could be detected from 300ft away and lasted only three seconds. He added: “In that time you can reveal much more of yourself than you ever intended. Sometimes you give away big facts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/RdlYTEADPXI/AAAAAAAAABo/e2ApB3xgWrQ/s1600-h/smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033151143077952882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/RdlYTEADPXI/AAAAAAAAABo/e2ApB3xgWrQ/s320/smile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/RdlX3EADPWI/AAAAAAAAABg/rbudLQNr8Cg/s1600-h/smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim Henman’s grin showed he was “genuine, coy and flirtatious”, he said, while David Beckham’s smile and jutting chin indicated he was “determined to win at any cost”. The smirking grin of Chris Tarrant, host of Who Wants to be a Millionaire? suggested a man who “felt he was getting away with something”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Tony Blair’s adoption of many American political techniques, Keltner said his smile retained many British characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I see a bit of the full risorius (muscle) in Tony Blair, but the American political elite cannot do it any more, which is a bit sad,” he said. “They have lost that dignity. In blind tests George Bush’s smile emerged as cynical rather than pleasurable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genuineness of a good British smile is all in the eyes — Keltner has found that only 5% of people can fake a smile that uses this muscle.&lt;br /&gt;Infant use the Pan-Am smile when an unknown adult enter a room as a gesture of appeasement and, Keltner says, so does the actress Julia Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She has a wonderful smile, but it does not often reach her eyes in public. By contrast, Angelina Jolie not only smiles broadly, and twinkles, but also tilts her head a little, which pushes the pleasurable body language into a higher gear. That is a smile which is impossible to resist.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other research has shown that women smile more than men in public, but stop smiling in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power behind the smile may also be more potent than anybody has previously realised: Keltner recently released a study of photographs of women in college yearbooks dating back to the 1960s in which he separated the Duchenne smilers from the artfully posed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers then tracked the women down and found that those who had smiled most happily at college overwhelmingly tended to have had the happiest lives since they had graduated. “It’s a virtuous circle,” Keltner concluded. “Happy smiley people cheer others up around them, which in turn makes them more stable and less prone to depression or divorce than those who faked it in their yearbooks.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8454127-2708675659923456154?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2708675659923456154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=2708675659923456154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/2708675659923456154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/2708675659923456154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/smile-is-way-of-life.html' title='A smile is a way of life.'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntRraPdsKks/RdlW8kADPVI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZqpVavNNOkk/s72-c/smile3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-3991952729012847488</id><published>2007-02-15T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:19:23.932+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A good one</title><content type='html'>"I never seek to defeat the man I am fighting," he explained. "I seek to defeat his confidence.A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory. Two men are equals-true equals-only when they both have equal confidence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-3991952729012847488?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3991952729012847488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=3991952729012847488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/3991952729012847488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/3991952729012847488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-one.html' title='A good one'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-116929437877842967</id><published>2007-01-20T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:29:38.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few Riddles</title><content type='html'>What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room, and you can enter but not go in?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has no top or bottom but it can hold flesh, bones and blood all at the same time. What is this object?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:A Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light as a feather, there is nothing in it; the strongest man can't hold it for much more than a minute?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What eats rocks, levels mountains, rusts metal, pushes the clouds across the sky, and can make a young man old?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What two words have the most letters in it?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Post Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What two words have the most letters in it?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:A cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is a door not a door?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:When it is a-jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward I am heavy, backward I am not. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:A ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you take the more you leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Footsteps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.&lt;br /&gt;Ans:A glove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-116929437877842967?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116929437877842967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=116929437877842967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116929437877842967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116929437877842967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/few-riddles.html' title='Few Riddles'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-116929430501488555</id><published>2007-01-20T17:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:28:25.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's sooooo Different</title><content type='html'>In the pursuit of doing something different&lt;br /&gt;the difference in the different&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel so different&lt;br /&gt;that you wonderthat did the difference really make a difference or&lt;br /&gt;that the only differencebetween the “was different” and “is different” is your indifference in seeing the different different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-116929430501488555?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116929430501488555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=116929430501488555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116929430501488555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116929430501488555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-sooooo-different.html' title='It&apos;s sooooo Different'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-116929417372867655</id><published>2007-01-20T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:26:13.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC 75 BC)</title><content type='html'>***************************************************&lt;br /&gt; "A person should not be too honest.Straight trees are cut firstand Honest people are screwed first."&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt; "Even if a snake is not poisonous,it should pretend to be venomous."&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt; "The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody. ! It will destroy you."&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt; "There is some self-interest behind every friendship.There is no Friendship without self-interests.This is a bitter truth."&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt; "Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions - Why am I doing it, What the results might be and Will I be successful. Only when you think deeplyand find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt; "As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt; "Once you start a working on something,don't be afraid of failure anddon't abandon it.People who work sincerely are the happiest."&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;"The fragrance of flowers spreadsonly in the direction of the wind.But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction."&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;"A man is great by deeds, not by birth."&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-116929417372867655?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116929417372867655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=116929417372867655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116929417372867655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116929417372867655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/chanakya-quotes-indian-politician.html' title='Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC 75 BC)'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-116765579580536782</id><published>2007-01-01T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:19:55.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2007</title><content type='html'>Happy New year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A to Z of the year that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;----- Abhishek and Aishwarya doing rounds of the temples to bbattle of the manglik forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B &lt;/strong&gt;----- Another bomb blast in mumbai which shattered the city. But the spirit is as it always was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;----- Cartoons. Fullfledged career option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; ----- Designer malfunction or the malfunction of the designers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E &lt;/strong&gt;----- Entertainment means reality TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F &lt;/strong&gt;----- Flying bbecoming cheaper and congested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G &lt;/strong&gt;----- Gates aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;/strong&gt;----- Inspite the aids HIV is spreading faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;----- Shocking but true...Americans IQ is getting better than ours. Need to do something about it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J &lt;/strong&gt;----- Justice to Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K &lt;/strong&gt;----- KKKKK Khan to host KBC and in turn will get 70 lakhs per episode. (ooohhh man!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;----- Laloo the star in IIM, Wharton and Harvard. (wow..isko kehte hain branding man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M &lt;/strong&gt;----- Multiplexes a new style destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N &lt;/strong&gt;----- Nuclear deal. &lt;em&gt;Humare pass bhi hai nuclear bomb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &lt;/strong&gt;----- Orkut. If you are not orkutting you are a........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P &lt;/strong&gt;----- Pesticides in plenty were sprayed all over the country for fearful dengu. So everything is now got infected with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q &lt;/strong&gt;----- Quota aakhir ho hi gaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R &lt;/strong&gt;----- Retailing will soon have a new name in India. Thanks to Anil Ambani. &lt;em&gt;Ab hum bhi kahenge apne americi cousin ko Wal Mart se kharida hai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt;----- Singur helped Mamata Banerjee loose some weight. Sourav Ganguly's return to the team made bengalis say &lt;em&gt;"ki bolechillam na, dada aabar ashbe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T &lt;/strong&gt;----- Tata Steel and Corus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U &lt;/strong&gt;---- Urbanisation is the new mantra for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V &lt;/strong&gt;----- Sometimes getting kissed, getting wild may not get the life which Kaavya Viswanathan hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;----- &lt;/em&gt;Global warming is on rise. Let's save before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X &lt;/strong&gt;----- X-Box X-Box X-Box X-Box X-Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y &lt;/strong&gt;----- Year 2006 went by left the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z &lt;/strong&gt;----- Zap and zoom to new year. Happy 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-116765579580536782?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116765579580536782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=116765579580536782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116765579580536782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116765579580536782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-2007.html' title='New Year 2007'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-116765328624122382</id><published>2007-01-01T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:41:25.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Samosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2861/574/1600/184845/samosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2861/574/320/612512/samosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians are the same everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Being half-Yugoslav and fully US-raised didn't make the slightest difference to Sunita Williams, who has carried a packet of samosas on the Discovery Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pedestrian snack who has orbited the whole earth has reached new heights, the Milky Way. Now samosa can proudly say “&lt;em&gt;humse hai jamana&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Jab tak rahega samose mein aloo, tab tak rahega Bihar mein Laloo&lt;/em&gt;”. Now, Laloo can be found in the campuses of the revered colleges. (The first to plant the inverted flag of empire on British soil, it has Netted a mind-Googling 548,000 entries.)&lt;br /&gt;But our samosas still has the aloo. Laloo may have created a new brand image for himself but, the golden fried delicacy is still there with its brand image..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It generally consists of a fried triangular-/pyramid-shaped pastry shell with a savory potato, onion and pea stuffing, but other stuffings like minced meat and fish are often used. The size and shape of a samosa, as well as the consistency of the pastry used, can vary considerably. It is spicy and is often eaten with chutney, such as mint, coriander or tamarind.&lt;br /&gt;It is often savored with tea or coffee. It can also be prepared as a sweet form, rather than as a savory one.&lt;br /&gt;In the city of Hyderabad, India, a smaller version of the samosa with a thicker pastry crust and mince filled center is called a Luqmi.&lt;br /&gt;Samosas are often served in chaat, along with the traditional accompaniments of yogurt, chutney, chopped onions and coriander, and chaat masala.&lt;br /&gt;Samosas have become popular in the United Kingdom and East Africa, Persian Gulf countries as well. They are often called "Samboosa" or sambusac by the Arabs.&lt;br /&gt;Frozen samosas are increasingly available in grocery stores in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;Baked samosas are a healthier alternative to the traditional fried ones. (source: Wikipedia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snack which has no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;It is savoured by one and each with all galore. Not a single meetings, get togethers, etc. is complete without it. No religion boundaries, no cultural diffeences in savouring this pale-gold, dimpled temptress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singhara----bengali name for samosa.&lt;br /&gt;The winter version is the phoolkopi or cauliflowerets which add their seasonal kick to the all-weather aloo is savoured with such raptures that you might think that “&lt;em&gt;amarder dada&lt;/em&gt;” (Sourav Ganguly)’s century is a mere thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! Surprise! The pedestrian snack is &lt;strong&gt;recommended with a Terra Blanca 2001 syrah'&lt;/strong&gt; wine. Now at Savoy you may get a samosa. How much will it cost is a different story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep sinking your teeth in hot and spicy samosa or phoolkopi ir singhara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-116765328624122382?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116765328624122382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=116765328624122382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116765328624122382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116765328624122382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/samosa.html' title='Samosa'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-116730881807653864</id><published>2006-12-28T17:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:24:51.395+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Guy Friends that Gals Have</title><content type='html'>Do you have a gal who is just a friend? Are confused why the frequency of calls increases as exams loom closer? Or why she always hangs around with the moron who isn't fit to wear Jeetendra's white shoes? Here's a ready reckoner for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you are like a show piece in my house. I will call you whenever I need you. If you call me home the chances are 9 out of 10 times she might say,&lt;em&gt; "Oh Abhi, I am going out can you call me after 2 days??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi: &lt;em&gt;"Where are you going Shilpa??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa: &lt;em&gt;"None of your business"&lt;/em&gt; and bangs the phone. (Useless fellow. Hmmph!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like a TV remote control. I need you and I know that. But I try using you when I really need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi calls: &lt;em&gt;"Hi Shilpa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa: &lt;em&gt;"Hi Abhi. I am going out with family I will call you back. Bye" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shilpa calls back after two days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa: &lt;em&gt;"What do you want Abhi? Why did you call that day?". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi: "&lt;em&gt;Generally".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa:&lt;em&gt; "Oh ok. I got to go out. Will call you later. Bye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will call when she needs lecture notes or some concert tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very good friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you are like the pressure cooker safety value for the girl. She will need you when she wants to bring out her pain or anger on someone. Basically, she wants to talk to you. And you are special to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa: &lt;em&gt;"You know Abhi, Shekhar is not eating. He doesn't sleep and is not able to concentrate on his studies. I think he doesn't like me anymore. And yesterday I saw him with another girl" .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi: &lt;em&gt;"Who is Shekhar??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa : &lt;em&gt;"My boyfriend."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi: &lt;em&gt;Oh! ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are like the auto rickshaw driver. She can't live without you. And don't be mistaken. You are not her boyfriend. But you are allowed to take her little doggie around the park so that he (not you!) can do poo-poo. Abhi Shopping. Abhi Movie. Abhi Coffee. Abhi, you pay. I am having fun. Abhi is now sure that he should go ahead and propose. He dares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa: &lt;em&gt;"But I thought we were just friends. We should remain friends Abhi. Plus, I have a boy friend you know that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi: &lt;em&gt;What?? (Abhi drinks all night).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best of the Bestest Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ok now you are really special. You are dad-cum-boyfriend-cum-brother-cum-everything. Ultimately you are the darling servant of the girl. You take her around. You make her project. You do her assignments. You are allowed to take her doggie around. You can hold hands on the beach. You can see the sun set with her (because she wants to do everything she drags you along). But but but... don't be mistaken. She has a boyfriend who works for a huge software company and earns 3 time the salary you earn and has a flat in Poes Garden or Boat Club or Hiranandani area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa: &lt;em&gt;"Hi Abhi. I am getting engaged to Shekhar. Shekhar this is Abhi, he is my bestest friend".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi: &lt;em&gt;Hi Shekhar . (Hand shake. Shekhar breaks Abhi's wrist). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi is now heart broken and wrist broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... No comments dude. You're already screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this piece from a blog called AJ's blog. Good work A.J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-116730881807653864?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116730881807653864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=116730881807653864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116730881807653864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116730881807653864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/guy-friends-that-gals-have.html' title='Guy Friends that Gals Have'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-116653097856750789</id><published>2006-12-19T17:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:52:58.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silly pleasures of life…</title><content type='html'>Scrapping the sides of a ice cream cup and licking it so that none of the ice cream goes waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the best piece for the last savour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a child give you a flying kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice people admire your new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimenting a stranger that she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding that the air freshener in the loo matches the colour of your t-shirt and being pleased about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making love (read coochie coooing) in the rickshaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a note of boss’s desk, saying that he has made your stay in the office an absolute pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting the serial number on the ticket, corresponding it with an alphabet: (eg 27 = a) and thinking of the loved one who is remembering you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into a jig hearing your favourite song on the radio, right inside the bus (much to the annoyance, amusement of others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all the possible songs on your walkman phone and yet waiting patiently for the radio to play the same song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting angry on the one you love… secretly praying he makes all efforts to calm you and then fall in love with him all over again for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a scrap with a kid and getting “beaten up” and exclaiming… “God you are so STRONG”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at yourself on the windows of every parked car and wondering who the “beautiful” chick is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear a love song, take him into your arms and dance a slow dance that graduates to your arms around him, feeling him and breaking the virginity of the moment with a kiss on his lips… so what if he is “invisible” to others .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test God by not studying for the exams and praying your life off that the exams be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a new comment from your “second family” and smile till the smile breaks the vertices of your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the eager crowd in the office wait for you to tap their backs with a smiley hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and skip lunch once, hoping your friends force you to have a bite and be DELIGHTED when they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry watching something sad on TV, once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand on your head and sip a glass of water, cause you heard on Discovery channel that it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into the mirror early morning and shout “ooooo ooooo o oooo ooo eee oooo aaaaaa”… just to confirm that the Tarzan in you is still as Junglee as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep naked under the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add an “eshwar” to everything you speak and make people go “Madeshwar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babbling with a Dog in Malayalam and expect it to understand all that you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling PAIN as Perfect Accompaniment In Need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear babies gurgle as you kiss their lil bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite a baby’s cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Ma that you are blessed to have a mom like her who can tolerate a pain like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write an SMS to Bro and Sis, out of the blue, telling them that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and keep a brave face at times when you are literally F****D up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your desktop screen everyday and watch each eye watching it as they pass by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat with a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it when your sweetheart calls you “Devil”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching you my loved ones smile as you read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-116653097856750789?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116653097856750789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=116653097856750789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116653097856750789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/116653097856750789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/silly-pleasures-of-life.html' title='Silly pleasures of life…'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-115457913383347007</id><published>2006-08-03T09:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:55:33.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why????????</title><content type='html'>Why so many examinations????? Why so many answers??? Why so many questions???? Why so many queries???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it end???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-115457913383347007?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115457913383347007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=115457913383347007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/115457913383347007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/115457913383347007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/why.html' title='Why????????'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-115138476241823649</id><published>2006-06-27T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:36:02.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pearls of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, &lt;br /&gt;and ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, &lt;br /&gt;and impossible to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only go as far as you push. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, &lt;br /&gt;love somebody else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while &lt;br /&gt;you might miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover, &lt;br /&gt;HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make the world SPECIAL just by being in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE FRIENDSHIP "NEVER" ENDS...Friends are FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are like shooting stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't frown... You never know who is falling in love &lt;br /&gt;with your smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay in the end... If it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-115138476241823649?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115138476241823649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=115138476241823649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/115138476241823649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/115138476241823649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/pearls-of-wisdom.html' title='Pearls of Wisdom'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-115106322646442514</id><published>2006-06-23T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:28:11.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities on their Religion</title><content type='html'>"If a man really wants to make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own religion." —L. Ron Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God is a God who wants me to have things. He wants me to bling. He wants me to be the hottest thing on the block. I don't know what kind of God y'all are serving, but the God I serve says, 'Mary, you need to be the hottest thing this year, and I'm going to make sure you're doing that.'" -Mary J. Blige&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-115106322646442514?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115106322646442514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=115106322646442514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/115106322646442514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/115106322646442514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/celebrities-on-their-religion.html' title='Celebrities on their Religion'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-114922361876804008</id><published>2006-06-02T10:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:16:58.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Story on how to manage your career &amp; your expectations by R.Gopalakrishnan(Ex VP – HLL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Thai saying that experience is a comb which Nature gives to man after he is bald. As I grow bald, I would like to share my comb with your people, about their career ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seek out grassroots level experience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied Physics and Engineering at University. A few months before graduation, I appeared for an HLL interview for Computer Traineeship.   When  asked whether I would consider Marketing instead of  computers, I responded negatively : an engineer to visit grocery shops to sell Dalda or Lifebuoy?   Gosh, no way. After I joined the Company and a couple of comfortable weeks in the swanky Head Office, I was given a train ticket to go to Nasik. Would I please meet Mr. Kelkar to whom I would be attached for the next two   months? He would teach me to work as a salesman in his territory, which included staying in Kopargaon and Pimpalgaon among other small towns. I was most upset. In a town called Ozhar, I was moving around from shop to shop with a bullock cart full of products and a salesman's folder in my hand. Imagine my   embarrassment when an IIT friend appeared in front of me in Ozhar, believe it or not! and exclaimed, "Gopal, I thought you joined as a Management Trainee in Computers". I could have died a thousand deaths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this leveling experience, I was less embarrassed to work as a Despatch Clerk in the Company Depot and an Invoice Clerk in the Accounts Department. Several years later, I realised the value of such grassroots level experience. It is fantastic. I would advise young people to seek out nail-dirtying, collar-soiling, shoe-wearing tasks. That is how you learn about organizations, about the true nature of work, and the dignity of the many, many tasks that go into building great enterprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Deserve before you desire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one stage, I was appointed as the Brand Manager for Lifebuoy and Pears soap, the company's most popular-priced and most premium soaps. And what was a Brand Manager? "A mini- businessman, responsible for the production, sales and profits of the brand, accountable for its long-term growth, etc., etc. I had read those statements, I believed them and here I was, at 27,   "in charge of everything". But very soon, I found I could not move a pin without checking with my seniors. One evening, after turning the Facit machine handle through various calculations, I sat in front of the Marketing Director. I expressed my frustration and gently asked whether I could not be given total charge. He smiled benignly and said "The perception and reality are both right. You will get total charge when you know more about the brand than anyone else in this company about its formulation, the raw materials, the production costs, the consumer's perception, the distribution and so on. How long do you think that it will take?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, ten years", I replied, "and I don't expect to be the Lifebuoy and Pears Brand Manager for so long"! And then suddenly, the lesson was clear.   I was desiring total control, long before I deserved it. This happens to us all the time - in terms of responsibilities, in terms of postings and promotions, it happens all the time that there is a gap between our perception of what we deserve and the reality of what we get. It helps to deserve before we desire.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Play to win but win with fairness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is competitive and of course, you play to win. But think about the balance. Will you do anything, to win? Perhaps not. Think deeply about how and where you draw the line. Each person draws it differently, and in doing so, it helps to think about values. Winning without values provides dubious fulfillment. The leaders who have contributed the most are the ones with a set of universal values. Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King for   example. Napoleon inspired a ragged, mutinous and half-starved army to  fight and seize power. This brought him name and fame for twenty years. But all the while, he was driven forward by a selfish and evil ambition, and not in pursuit of a great ideal. He finally fell because of his selfish ambition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fond of referring to the Pierre de Coubertin Fair Play Trophy. It was instituted in 1964 by the founder of the modern Olympic Games and here are two examples of winners.   A Hungarian tennis player who pleaded with the umpire to give his opponent some more time to recover from a cramp. A British kayak team who were trailing the Danish kayak team. They then stopped to help the Danish team whose boat was stuck. The Danes went on to beat the British by one second in a three hour event! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonderful examples of sportsmanship! Play to Win, but with Fairness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Enjoy whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Thomas Lipton is credited with the statement, "There is no greater fun than hard work". You usually excel in fields, which you truly enjoy. Ask any person what it is that interferes with his enjoyment of existence. He will say, "The struggle for life". What he probably means is the struggle for success. Unless a person has learnt what to do with success after getting it, the very achievement of it must lead him to unhappiness.   Aristotle wrote, "Humans seek happiness as an end in itself, not as a means to something else". But if you think about it, we should not work for happiness. We should work as happy people. In organisational life, people get busy doing something to be happy. The more you try to be happy, the more unhappy you can get. Your work and career is all about your reaching your full potential. Working at one's full potential, whether it is the office boy or the Chairman, leads to enjoyment and fulfillment.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last point about enjoyment. Keep a sense of humour about yourself. Too many people are in danger of taking themselves far too seriously. As General Joe Stilwell is reported to have said, "Keep smiling. The higher the monkey climbs, the more you can see of his backside". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Be Passionate about your health &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as you get older, you would have a slight paunch, greying of hair or loss of it and so on. But it is in the first 5 - 7 years after the working career begins that the greatest neglect of youthful health occurs.   Sportsmen stop playing sports, non drinkers drink alcohol, light smokers smoke more, active people sit on chairs, starving inmates of hostels eat rich food in good hotels and so on. These are the years to watch. Do not, repeat do not, convince yourself that you are too busy, or that you do not have access to facilities, or worst of all, that you do this to relieve the stresses of a professional career.   A professional career is indeed very stressful. There is only one person who can help you to cope with the tension, avoid the doctor's scalpel, and to feel good each morning - and that is yourself. God has given us as good a health as He has, a bit like a credit balance in the bank. Grow it,   maintain it, but do not allow its value destruction. The  penalty is very high in later years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Direction is more important than distance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every golfer tries to drive the ball to a very long distance. In the process, all sorts of mistakes occur because the game involves the masterly co-ordination of several movements   simultaneously. The golf coach always advises that direction is more important than distance. So it is with life. Despite one's best attempts, there will be ups and downs. It is relationships and friendships that enable a person to navigate the choppy waters that the ship of life will encounter. When I was young, there was a memorable film by Frank Capra, starring James Stewart and Dona Reed, and named IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE. It is about a man who is about to commit suicide because he thinks he is a failure. An angel is sent to rescue him. The bottomline of the film is that "No Man is a Failure Who Has Friends". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My generation will never be twenty again, but when you are older, you can and should be different from my generation. Ours is a great and wonderful country, and realising her true potential in the global arena depends ever so much on the quality and persistence of our young people. Good luck in your journey, my young friends, and God be with you and our beloved Nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-114922361876804008?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114922361876804008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=114922361876804008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114922361876804008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114922361876804008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/interesting-insight.html' title='Interesting Insight'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-114611893969051995</id><published>2006-04-27T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:52:19.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A little Sunshine</title><content type='html'>now i can feel the sunshine. just waiting to shine it more brightly. just few days more. somehow thing are fitting in place. but still huge gaps are there which needs to be filled. and i am sure they will be filled one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small quote i found:&lt;br /&gt;"A woman is like a teabag -- only in hot water do you realize how strong she is."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-114611893969051995?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114611893969051995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=114611893969051995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114611893969051995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114611893969051995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-sunshine.html' title='A little Sunshine'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-114511268562695975</id><published>2006-04-15T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:45:20.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can't help</title><content type='html'>never felt so helpless. what to do. the support i can give am giving. but i know that is not enough. i should do more. but how???? can't think anything another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i could help atleast in anyway. but the question is how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD please help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-114511268562695975?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114511268562695975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=114511268562695975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114511268562695975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114511268562695975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/cant-help.html' title='Can&apos;t help'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-114448011425792688</id><published>2006-04-08T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:38:34.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A change</title><content type='html'>after lots of thots and persuassion of my mind, i decided i shuld go original sometime. may be for my betterment. maybe i can feel little calm and at peace. who knows this can be the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life becomes too messy. sometimes it is too simple. sometimes it is very hard to understand. i myself getting confused by the happenings in my life. my professional life is going nowhere right now. my love life is having the long distance call. other day laxmi was asking "how are u liking the long distance relationship?" can anyone give an answer to it. i sat looking at her for few seconds. and the first word which came in mind was terrible. people say na what comes first in mind is really what u r thinking (some psychology funda). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professional life is not going anywhere right now. changed the job. doing something which i wanted to do the first place. but those two years what about them... will they be wasted like that. knowledge gathered there how can one use that. only positive point in those two years was that i found my love there. i shuld be thankful for that. god was kind in that matter. bolte hain na naye jagah jane se naya kuch sikhne ko milta hai.... sikha mein ne ki aap jo itne dino tak karte aaye hain bhul jayi ye. naye se sikhiye. nayi jagah ek nayi shurat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-114448011425792688?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114448011425792688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=114448011425792688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114448011425792688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114448011425792688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/change.html' title='A change'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-114110195653311132</id><published>2006-02-28T10:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:25:38.997+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>MOTHER</title><content type='html'>The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said:  "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she   played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children," A little  patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I 've given them strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. " And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood  and  watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her.  And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love  and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.&lt;br /&gt;Not time, not space... not even death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-114110195653311132?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114110195653311132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=114110195653311132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114110195653311132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/114110195653311132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/mother.html' title='MOTHER'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-113999445457328405</id><published>2006-02-15T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:37:34.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari (yet some more excerpts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“The boundaries of your life are merely creation of self.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind can accomplish extraordinary things. The very fact that you have desire or a dream means that you have the corresponding capacity to realize it. This is one of the great universal truths known. However, to liberate the power of mind, you must first be able to harness it and direct its focus only to the task at hand. The moment you concentrate the focus of your mind on a singular purpose, extraordinary gifts will appear within your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what you truly love to do and then direct all of your energy towards doing it. If you study the happiest, healthiest, most satisfied people of our world, you will see that each of them has found their passion in life, and then spent their days pursuing it, this calling is almost always one that, in some way, serves others. Once you are concentrating your mind power and energy on a pursuit that you love, abundance flows into your life, and all your desires are fulfilled with ease and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are vital, living things, little bundles of energy, if you will. Most people don’t give any thought to the nature of their thoughts and yet, the quality of your thinking determines the quality of your life. Thoughts are just as much as part of the material world as the lake you swim in or the street you walk on. Weak minds lead to weak actions. A strong, disciplined mind, which anyone can cultivate, can achieve miracles. If you want to live life to the fullest, care for your thoughts as you would your most prized possessions. Work hard to remove all inner turbulence. The rewards will be abundant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-113999445457328405?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113999445457328405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=113999445457328405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113999445457328405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113999445457328405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/monk-who-sold-his-ferrari-yet-some.html' title='The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari (yet some more excerpts)'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-113999425922661827</id><published>2006-02-15T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:34:19.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari (some more excerpts)</title><content type='html'>All success in life, whether material or spiritual, starts with that twelve pound mass sitting between your shoulders. Or more specifically, with the thoughts you put into your mind every second of every minute of every day. By controlling the thoughts that you think and the way you respond to the events of your life, you begin to control destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are no mistakes in life, only lessons. There is no such thing as a negative experience, only opportunities to grow, learns and advance along the road of self-mastery. From the struggle comes strength. Even pain can be a wonderful teacher.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop judging events as either positive or negative. Rather, simply experience them, celebrate them and learn from them. Every event offers you lessons. These little lessons fuel your inner and outer growth. Without them, you would be stuck on a plateau. Just think about it in your own life. Most people have grown the most from their most challenging experiences. And if you meet with an outcome you did not expect and feel a little disappointed, remember that the laws of nature always ensure that when one door closes another opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start thinking about your dreams for a change, just like when you were little child. Jonas Salk said it best when he wrote: ‘I have had dreams and I have had nightmares. I overcame the nightmares because of my dreams.’ Dare to dust off your dreams. Start to revere life again and celebrate all of its wonders. Awaken yourself to the power of your own mind to make things happen. Once you do, the universe will conspire with you to work magic in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you inspire by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all of your thoughts break their bonds: your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction as and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, facilities and talents become alive and you discover yourself to be a greater person than you ever dreamed yourself to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The mind is a wonderful servant but a terrible master. If you have become a negative thinker, this is because you have not cared for your mind and taken the time to train it to focus on the good. Winston Churchill said that ‘the price of greatness is responsibility over each of your thoughts.’ Then you will install the vibrant mindset you are looking for: Remember, the mind truly is like any other muscle in your body. Use it or loose it.”&lt;br /&gt;If you want to strengthen the muscles of your arm to achieve more, you must train them. If you want to toughen up your leg muscles, you must first exert them. Similarly, your mind will do wonderful things for you if only you will let it. It will attract all that you desire into your life, once you learn how to operate it effectively. It will create ideal health if you care for it properly. And it will return to its natural state of peacefulness and tranquility – if you have the vision to ask for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-113999425922661827?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113999425922661827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=113999425922661827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113999425922661827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113999425922661827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/monk-who-sold-his-ferrari-some-more.html' title='The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari (some more excerpts)'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-113999404095202894</id><published>2006-02-15T14:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:30:41.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari (excerpts)</title><content type='html'>Most people live – whether physically, intellectually or morally – in a very restricted circle of their potential being. We all have reservoirs of live to draw upon of which we do not dream. ------------------------------ William James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To live the life of the fullest, you must stand guard at the gate of your mind and let only very best information enter. You truly cannot afford the luxury of a negative thought – not even one. The most joyful, dynamic and contented people in this world are no different from you and me in terms of their makeup. We are all flesh and bones. We all come from the same universal source. However, the ones who more than exist, the ones who fan the flames of their human potential and truly savor the magical dance of life do different things than those whose lives are ordinary. Foremost amongst the things that they do is adopt a positive paradigm about their world and all that is in it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an average day the average person runs about sixty thousand thoughts through his mind. What really amazed me though, was that ninety-five percent of those thoughts were same as the ones you thought the day before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tyranny of impoverished thinking. Those people who think the same thoughts every day, most of them negative, have fallen into bad mental habits. Rather than focusing on all the good in their lives and thinking of ways to make things even better; they are captives of pasts. Some of them worry about failed relationships or financial problems. Others fret over their less-than- perfect childhoods. Still others brood over more trifling matter: the way a store clerk might have treated them or the comment of a co-worker that smacked of ill will. Those people never realize that mind management is the essence of life management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mental mastery comes through conditioning nothing more and nothing less. Most of us have the same raw materials from the moment we take our first breath of air; what separates those people who achieve more than others or those that are happier than others is the way that they use and refine these raw materials. When you dedicate yourself to transforming your inner world your life quickly shifts from the ordinary into the realm of the extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;We might not be able to control the weather or the traffic or the moods of all those around us. But, we most certainly can control our attitude towards these events. We all have the power to determine what we will think about in any given moment. This ability is part of what makes us human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens to you in your life, you alone have the capacity to choose your response to it. When you form the habit of searching for the positive in every circumstance, your life will move into its highest dimensions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-113999404095202894?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113999404095202894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=113999404095202894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113999404095202894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113999404095202894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/monk-who-sold-his-ferrari-excerpts.html' title='The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari (excerpts)'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-113732980118013586</id><published>2006-01-15T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:26:41.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>THOUGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minds are like parachutes. They function when open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your dreams to come true, don’t oversleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best vitamin for making friends------B1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas won’t work unless you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can’t recycle is wasted time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who lacks the courage to start has already finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heaviest thing to carry is a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t learn safety rules by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to conclusions can be bad exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turtle makes progress when it sticks its head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can give and still keep is your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend walks in when everyone walks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of happiness is the chase of lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-113732980118013586?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113732980118013586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=113732980118013586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113732980118013586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113732980118013586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/thoughts.html' title='THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-113697057705212389</id><published>2006-01-11T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T14:39:37.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures but there were only two that he really liked and he had to choose between them. One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains were all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought it was a perfect picture of peace. The other picture had mountains. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell, and in which lightening played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all. But when the King looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest. The King chose the second picture as the winner. Because, explained the King, peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work.Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in heart. That is the real meaning of peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-113697057705212389?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113697057705212389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=113697057705212389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113697057705212389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113697057705212389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-113249514443933073</id><published>2005-11-20T19:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:29:04.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Potential</title><content type='html'>There was once this young boy who was quick with the tongue, and his words hurt many peoples feelings. One day, he asked his father, "Dad, how do I control my anger? It seems when I get mad, the words fly out before I even have a chance to stop them. I tell people that I'm sorry, but they still seem hurt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father, who had suffered from the same quick tongue when he was young told his son, "Son, let me tell you the same thing that my father told me." &lt;br /&gt;He took his son out to the wooden fence that surrounded his yard. "Here is what I want you to do." his father explained. "For the next month, every time you get mad, I want you to hammer a nail into this fence."&lt;br /&gt; So with that, for the next month, every time the young boy would get mad, he would hurry outside to the fence and hammer a nail into the fence. At the end of the month the son approached the father. &lt;br /&gt;"Dad, it really worked. I can seem to control my anger. Come look outside." The father and son walked outside to the fence. There the father was amazed to see many nails in the fence. &lt;br /&gt;"My son, it sure looks like you got mad quite a bit. Now, here is what I want you to do. For the next month, every time you say I'm sorry to someone, I want you to pull a nail out." The son was confused, but did what the father said. At the end of the month, pleased with his accomplishments the son brings the father outside to the fence again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing to the wall, the father sees that all the nails are gone. "Now son, what have you learned?" The son looks puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;The father continues, "As you can see, each nail that you put into the fence symbolizes a hurt feeling you hurled at someone. When you removed that nail, that symbolizes your apology. But look here on the fence." The father puts his finger over a whole in the fence. "This symbolizes the hurt you have caused. What I'm trying to say is, when you get mad and say evil things to people, then you apologize, no matter how sincere you are, there is always a scar." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often the greatest growth takes place under the hardest of circumstances. Look deeply to learn the lessons of the coldest, most painful times, for within them lies your greatest potential for transformation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-113249514443933073?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113249514443933073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=113249514443933073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113249514443933073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113249514443933073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/greatest-potential.html' title='Greatest Potential'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-113249487779660703</id><published>2005-11-20T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:24:37.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Correct Or Not Correct..........</title><content type='html'>Politically Correct Statements &lt;br /&gt;Your bedroom isn't cluttered, it's just "passage restrictive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids don't get grounded anymore. They merely hit "social speed bumps." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not late, you just have a "rescheduled arrival time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not having a bad hair day, you're suffering from "rebellious follicle syndrome." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's tall anymore. He's "vertically enhanced." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not shy. You're "conversationally selective." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't talk a lot. You're just "abundantly verbal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not called gossip anymore. It's "the speedy transmission of near-factual information."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-113249487779660703?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113249487779660703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=113249487779660703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113249487779660703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113249487779660703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/correct-or-not-correct.html' title='Correct Or Not Correct..........'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-113188495287988568</id><published>2005-11-13T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:59:12.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Life is like an onion; you peel off one layer at a time and sometimes you weep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carl Sandburg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Eliot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing is very hard to do...you never know when you're finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leslie Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucille S. Harper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty pays, but it don't seem to pay enough to suit some people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kin Hubbard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do just once what others say you can't do, and you will never pay attention to their limitations again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James R. Cook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never miss a good chance to shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will Rogers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Frank.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-113188495287988568?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113188495287988568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=113188495287988568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113188495287988568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/113188495287988568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-112585227231188581</id><published>2005-09-04T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:14:32.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Story.........</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground coffee beans in the third pot. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?" &lt;br /&gt;"Potatoes, eggs, and coffee," she hastily replied. &lt;br /&gt;"Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes." She did and noted that they were soft. &lt;br /&gt;He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face. &lt;br /&gt;"Father, what does this mean?" she asked. &lt;br /&gt;He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water. However, each one reacted differently. &lt;br /&gt;The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak. &lt;br /&gt;The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard. &lt;br /&gt;However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new. &lt;br /&gt;"Which one are you," he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?" &lt;br /&gt;In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us. &lt;br /&gt;Which one are you? When problems come (and they will) how will we react? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will they make us weak, hard hearted or will they cause us to change into something worthwhile? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-112585227231188581?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112585227231188581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=112585227231188581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112585227231188581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112585227231188581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/story.html' title='Story.........'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-112404183905623820</id><published>2005-08-14T23:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:20:39.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moments of life !</title><content type='html'>There are moments in life when you miss someone &lt;br /&gt;so much that you just want to pick them from &lt;br /&gt;your dreams and hug them for real! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens; &lt;br /&gt;but often times we look so long at the &lt;br /&gt;closed door that we don't see the one &lt;br /&gt;which has been opened for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive. &lt;br /&gt;Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. &lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile, &lt;br /&gt;because it takes only a smile to &lt;br /&gt;make a dark day seem bright. &lt;br /&gt;Find the one that makes your heart smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream; &lt;br /&gt;go where you want to go; &lt;br /&gt;be what you want to be, &lt;br /&gt;because you have only one life &lt;br /&gt;and one chance to do all the things &lt;br /&gt;you want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, &lt;br /&gt;enough trials to make you strong, &lt;br /&gt;enough sorrow to keep you human, and &lt;br /&gt;enough hope to make you happy! . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily &lt;br /&gt;have the best of everything; &lt;br /&gt;they just make the most of &lt;br /&gt;everything that comes along their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always &lt;br /&gt;be based on a forgotten past; &lt;br /&gt;you can't go forward in life until &lt;br /&gt;you let go of your past failures and heartaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying &lt;br /&gt;and everyone around you was smiling. &lt;br /&gt;Live your life so at the end, &lt;br /&gt;you're the one who is smiling and everyone &lt;br /&gt;around you is crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-112404183905623820?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112404183905623820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=112404183905623820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112404183905623820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112404183905623820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/08/moments-of-life.html' title='Moments of life !'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-112343698071541516</id><published>2005-08-07T23:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:26:43.879+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-112343698071541516?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112343698071541516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=112343698071541516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112343698071541516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112343698071541516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/08/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-112037854449548264</id><published>2005-07-03T13:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-03T13:45:44.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can't help falling in love with YOU</title><content type='html'>Wise men say only fools rush in&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Shall I stay&lt;br /&gt;Would it be a sin&lt;br /&gt;If I can’t help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flows surely to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darling so it goes&lt;br /&gt;Some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, take my whole life too&lt;br /&gt;For I can’t help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flows surely to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darling so it goes&lt;br /&gt;Some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, take my whole life too&lt;br /&gt;For I can’t help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;For I can’t help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------- Elvis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-112037854449548264?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112037854449548264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=112037854449548264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112037854449548264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112037854449548264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/cant-help-falling-in-love-with-you.html' title='Can&apos;t help falling in love with YOU'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-112037841352322176</id><published>2005-07-03T13:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:29:22.165+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Because of YOU</title><content type='html'>Because of you&lt;br /&gt;my world is now whole,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;love lives in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I have laughter in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer afraid of good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;You are my pillar&lt;br /&gt;my stone of strength,&lt;br /&gt;With me through all seasons&lt;br /&gt;and great times of length.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is pure&lt;br /&gt;boundless through space and time,&lt;br /&gt;it grows stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;with the knowledge that you'll always be mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-112037841352322176?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112037841352322176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=112037841352322176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112037841352322176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112037841352322176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/because-of-you.html' title='Because of YOU'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-112037831943474570</id><published>2005-07-03T13:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:29:03.971+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Take my breath away</title><content type='html'>Oooh oooh take it take it all away&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ooh take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ooh yoooo take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and you’ll see I’m the only one&lt;br /&gt;You’ve captured my love stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Every time you make a move you destroy my mind&lt;br /&gt;And the way you touch&lt;br /&gt;I lose control and shiver deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can reduce me to tears with a single sigh&lt;br /&gt;Ev’ry breath that you take&lt;br /&gt;Any sound that you make is a whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;I could give up all my life for just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I would surely die if you dismiss me from your love&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don’t go&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me here all by myself&lt;br /&gt;I get ever so lonely from time to time&lt;br /&gt;I will find you anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be right behind you&lt;br /&gt;Right until the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get no sleep until I find you&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that you just take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find you anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;Right until the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get no sleep until I find you&lt;br /&gt;To tell you when I’ve found you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath take my breath ... away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------- Queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-112037831943474570?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112037831943474570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=112037831943474570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112037831943474570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/112037831943474570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-my-breath-away.html' title='Take my breath away'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-111859215012334414</id><published>2005-06-12T21:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:30:03.208+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>Why women Cry</title><content type='html'>A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a&lt;br /&gt;woman," she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And&lt;br /&gt;you never will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry&lt;br /&gt;for no reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked,&lt;br /&gt;"God, why do women cry so easily?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I made the woman she had to be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection&lt;br /&gt;that many times comes from her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else&lt;br /&gt;gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue&lt;br /&gt;without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all&lt;br /&gt;circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and&lt;br /&gt;fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him&lt;br /&gt;unfalteringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to&lt;br /&gt;use whenever it is needed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the&lt;br /&gt;clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs&lt;br /&gt;her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the&lt;br /&gt;doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-111859215012334414?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111859215012334414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=111859215012334414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111859215012334414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111859215012334414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-women-cry.html' title='Why women Cry'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-111753900755222743</id><published>2005-05-31T16:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:30:47.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>From the moment....</title><content type='html'>From the moment I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I met you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I knew you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that moment to this moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all the moments to come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you with all my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-111753900755222743?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111753900755222743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=111753900755222743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111753900755222743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111753900755222743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-moment.html' title='From the moment....'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-111471020652167662</id><published>2005-04-28T23:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:25:56.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>EASY ....... DIFFICULT</title><content type='html'>EASY ....... DIFFICULT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Easy is to get a place is someone's address book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Difficult is to get a place in someone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                 Easy is to judge the mistakes of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes     &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Easy is to talk without thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Difficult is to refrain the tongue  &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Easy is to hurt someone who loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Difficult is to heal the wound...&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Easy is to forgive others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Difficult is to ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Easy is to set rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Difficult is to follow them...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Easy is to dream every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Difficult is to fight for a dream...&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Easy is to show victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Difficult is to assume defeat with dignity...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Easy is to admire a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Difficult to see the other side...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Easy is to stumble with a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Difficult is to get up...&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Easy is to enjoy life every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Difficult to give its real value...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Easy is to promise something to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Difficult is to fulfill that promise...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Easy is to say we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Difficult is to show it every day...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Easy is to criticize others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Difficult is to improve oneself...&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Easy is to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Difficult is to learn from them...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Easy is to weep for a lost love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Difficult is to take care of it so not to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Easy is to think about improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Difficult is to stop thinking it and put it into action...&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Easy is to think bad of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Difficult is to give them the benefit of the doubt...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Easy is to receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Difficult is to give&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Easy to read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Difficult to follow&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Easy is keep the friendship with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Difficult is to keep it with meanings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-111471020652167662?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111471020652167662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=111471020652167662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111471020652167662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111471020652167662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/easy-difficult.html' title='EASY ....... DIFFICULT'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-111357174949984505</id><published>2005-04-15T18:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:03:35.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So much....</title><content type='html'>Its been long since i posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy.&lt;br /&gt;24 hrs is not enough(Reading through Harshit's blog).Just feel like could we manage some more hours for that little thing we want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if all could be managed.&lt;br /&gt;So much commitments , so much pressure, so many dreams, so many aspirations, so many expectations, so many.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say planning has to be done.If the plan goes haywire then???&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of planning i am not able to do it.Maybe i am wrong somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this does not continue for long.Amen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't break the heart!! &lt;br /&gt;can I?? or should I??? !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-111357174949984505?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111357174949984505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=111357174949984505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111357174949984505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111357174949984505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-much.html' title='So much....'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-111173290601700818</id><published>2005-03-25T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-25T12:11:46.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holi</title><content type='html'>There is no festival more vibrant, colourful and exhilarating than Holi, the exuberance of spring finding expression in clouds of gulal and showers of coloured water and lots of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish u all  Happy Holi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-111173290601700818?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111173290601700818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=111173290601700818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111173290601700818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111173290601700818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-holi.html' title='Happy Holi'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-111044489497798993</id><published>2005-03-10T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-10T14:24:54.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You're at the top....</title><content type='html'>You're at the top when you clearly understand that failure is an event, not a person. That yesterday ended last night and today is your brand new day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the top when you've made friends with your past, are focused on the present, and optimistic about the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the top when you know that success (a win) doesn't make you and a failure (a loss) doesn't break you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the top when you're filled with faith, hope, and love, and live without anger, greed, guilt, envy or thoughts of revenge. When you're mature enough to delay gratification and shift your focus from your rights to your responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the top when you know that failure to stand for what is morally right is the prelude to being the victim of what is criminally wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the top when you are secure about who you are so that you're at peace with God and in fellowship with man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the top when you've made friends with your adversaries and have gained the love and respect of those who you know best. When you understand that others can give you pleasure but genuine happiness comes when you do things for others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the top when you're pleasant to the grouchy, courteous to the rude, and generous to the needy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re at the top when you love the unlovable, give hope to the hopeless, friendship to the friendless and encouragement to the discouraged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the top when you can look back in forgiveness, forward in hope, down in compassion, and up with gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-111044489497798993?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111044489497798993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=111044489497798993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111044489497798993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/111044489497798993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/youre-at-top.html' title='You&apos;re at the top....'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110888488432121783</id><published>2005-02-20T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:04:44.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Comment</title><content type='html'>"Jump into the middle of things, get your hands dirty, fall flat on your face, and then reach for the stars."   Harshit made this comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, accept the challenge.That brings some fun in life.no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;(if you jump in the middle , you don't have to bother to start from the scratch.Someone has started something and you jump in to create a mess!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,you can have your point listened and accepted(if it does).Otherwise you would not have been there in the first place.(for creating mess u don't have to try hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, facing the reality.Outcome - "fall flat on your face". (told u messing is not good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have reached the stars.You knew one day you will reach and no one can stop you.(congratulations--- after that mess you have succeeded in reaching the stars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110888488432121783?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110888488432121783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110888488432121783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110888488432121783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110888488432121783'/><link rel='alternate' 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quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the Stars&lt;br /&gt;You may not quite get them,&lt;br /&gt;but you won't comeup with a&lt;br /&gt;handful of mud either.&lt;br /&gt;--------- Leo Burnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This i wrote to give little more gyan.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong in giving little extra gyan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110871932924060518?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110871932924060518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110871932924060518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110871932924060518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110871932924060518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/anyways_18.html' title='Anyways .......'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110871824623045932</id><published>2005-02-18T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-18T14:47:26.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anyways</title><content type='html'>One Tree .... can start a forest&lt;br /&gt;One bird .... can hearld spring&lt;br /&gt;One smile .... begins a friendship&lt;br /&gt;One candle .... wipes out darkness&lt;br /&gt;One step .... must start each journey&lt;br /&gt;One touch .... can show u care&lt;br /&gt;One life .... can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;You see, its upto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;Illogical and self centerd&lt;br /&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may&lt;br /&gt;Accuse you of being selfish&lt;br /&gt;And having ulterior motives&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful,you&lt;br /&gt;Will win some false friends&lt;br /&gt;And make some true friends;&lt;br /&gt;Succed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and&lt;br /&gt;Frank, people may&lt;br /&gt;Cheat you&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend building,&lt;br /&gt;Someone may try to&lt;br /&gt;Destroy overnight&lt;br /&gt;Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see.in the&lt;br /&gt;Analysis.its between&lt;br /&gt;You and Yourself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was never between&lt;br /&gt;You and them anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110871824623045932?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110871824623045932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110871824623045932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110871824623045932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110871824623045932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/anyways.html' title='Anyways'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110655877595160194</id><published>2005-01-24T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:59:53.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meaning Of Some Words</title><content type='html'>Meanings of some cofusing words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cigarette&lt;/strong&gt; : A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end &lt;br /&gt;&amp; a fool at the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love affairs&lt;/strong&gt; : Something like cricket where one-day internationals are more popular than a five day test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage&lt;/strong&gt; : It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divorce&lt;/strong&gt; : Future tense of marriage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecture&lt;/strong&gt; : An art of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either". &lt;strong&gt;Conference&lt;/strong&gt; : The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compromise&lt;/strong&gt; : The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears&lt;/strong&gt; : The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power&lt;br /&gt;is defeated by feminine water-power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conference Room &lt;/strong&gt;: A place where everybody talks,nobody listens &amp; everybody disagrees later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt; : A feeling when you feel you are going to feel a feeling you have never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classic&lt;/strong&gt; : A book which people praise, but do not read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt; : A curve that can set a lot of things straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office&lt;/strong&gt; : A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etc.&lt;/strong&gt; : A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Committee&lt;/strong&gt;: Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experience&lt;/strong&gt; : The name men give to their mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AtomBomb&lt;/strong&gt;: An invention to end all inventions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosopher&lt;/strong&gt; : A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diplomat&lt;/strong&gt; : A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opportunist&lt;/strong&gt; : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optimist&lt;/strong&gt; : A person who while falling from Eiffel Tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessimist&lt;/strong&gt; : A person who says that O is the last letter in ZERO, Instead of the first letter in word OPPORTUNITY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miser &lt;/strong&gt;: A person who lives poor so that he can die rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father &lt;/strong&gt;: A banker provided by nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criminal&lt;/strong&gt; : A guy no different from the rest... except that he got caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politician&lt;/strong&gt; : One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor&lt;/strong&gt; : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer Expert&lt;/strong&gt; : One who gets paid for reading such.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110655877595160194?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110655877595160194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110655877595160194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110655877595160194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110655877595160194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/meaning-of-some-words.html' title='Meaning Of Some Words'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110646605500714051</id><published>2005-01-23T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:10:55.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trivial Pursuits</title><content type='html'>Are you overextended and dashing in different directions? Do you often feel like a sock tossing in the dryer? Does there always seem to be another objective, another goal, another task, another commitment? Are your priorities a constant juggle? Sit down with a pencil, find a quiet corner, and start making a list. Title it “Trivial Pursuits”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself: What things that don’t really count take up my precious time? Do I neglect the relationships that really matter? Do I spend time on things that nurture my soul. Identify the nonessential drains on your time and plan to trim them from your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring balance and order to your life by spending time on activities that will help you be a whole person and by seeking fulfillment in everything you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to say that the small and meaningful things are worth more than the trivial pursuits of life. Trivial things can bring disorder and exhaustion. Invest your time wisely. Take time for yourself and time to meditate. As you listen, your inner voice will speak to you in a gentle way that speaks specifically to your heart. You will know what’s truly necessary, what goals are worth pursuing, and what qualities of character make for real happiness. Best of all, you will experience the calming joy that comes from being in harmony with your life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110646605500714051?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110646605500714051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110646605500714051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110646605500714051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110646605500714051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/trivial-pursuits.html' title='Trivial Pursuits'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110542908084480264</id><published>2005-01-11T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:08:00.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>emails reading changed....</title><content type='html'>Before reading any mails check these out whether they match or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aries:&lt;/strong&gt; Even if they write mails that contain earth-shattering content, they will break it coolly and with a very run-of-the-mill ‘Hi’ in the subject matter. Expect courteous yet very terse mails from Arians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taurus:&lt;/strong&gt; These folks have two styles. Either they go the whole hog and pour their hearts out or hardsell themselves, as the case maybe. Or they simply desist from writing the mail if they don’t feel like it. It’s best to expect these extremes from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemini:&lt;/strong&gt; For them, an e-mail is an e-mail is an e-mail. What can one say in an impersonal e-mail is their favourite refrain. However, should their mail be crucial for the communication, they will take all pains to communicate the same. Their mails are very professionally written and serve the purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancer:&lt;/strong&gt; Cancerians drip honey and syrup, no matter what the core of the content is. They believe in using the sweetest of vocabulary to get their point across. Expect a deluge of words such as ‘request, kindly, solicit etc words in their mails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo:&lt;/strong&gt; Even if it’s a one-liner in the mail, there are the stuff that you should store in your ‘do not delete’ folder of your mailbox. They display the same wit, charm and sense of humour even in their mails. Even their official mails never go without the familiar Leo spunky touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgo:&lt;/strong&gt; Virgos rarely write without reason. Naturally, their mails are usually ‘reply’ mails and neatly list out all the information they want.’ They are good at convincing others and it’s a good idea to get them to write mails where one has to express ones inability or give excuses for not wrapping up a task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libra:&lt;/strong&gt; Terse is synonymous with their mails. They completely dispense with formalities. Don’t be surprised if their mails just have monosyllables in it. But the best bit is that they do manage to convey the information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scorpio:&lt;/strong&gt; These folks often write mails like there are filling in for a classified ad, where every word attracts some money. So each word in their mail is used after a lot of care. No word that is redundant or expresses an irrelevant idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sagittarius:&lt;/strong&gt; To get them write mails is a big achievement in itself. They are so off mails that the ones they write are usually to inform that the will call up or that they will stop writing mails. A lazy forward from a Sagit is more like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capricorn:&lt;/strong&gt; If you can catch a Capri in the right mood, you’ve hit the bull’s eye. They are masters of letter writing and are capable of writing the most delightful mails among all the signs. Keep them your e-mail friends and they’ll make your mailbox richer with their interesting mails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquarius:&lt;/strong&gt; They’re never too excited about being heard. So writing a mail does demand a valid reason from them. They usually write very official sounding mails and never bother to add even a single personal line, even if it’s their buddy they’re writing in to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pisces:&lt;/strong&gt; Pisceans take to extremes. Either they write nice, interesting long mails or simply write terse ones and getaway. But if you’re lucky to catch them in the right frame of mind, there are going to make e-mailing a pleasure for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110542908084480264?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110542908084480264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110542908084480264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110542908084480264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110542908084480264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/emails-reading-changed.html' title='emails reading changed....'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110510208504268920</id><published>2005-01-07T18:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:18:05.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The most powerful word</title><content type='html'>Shit may just be the most powerful word&lt;br /&gt;in the English Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be shit faced,&lt;br /&gt;shit out of luck,&lt;br /&gt;or have shit for brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little effort,&lt;br /&gt;you can get your shit together,&lt;br /&gt;find a place for your shit,&lt;br /&gt;or decide to shit, &lt;br /&gt;or get off the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can smoke shit,&lt;br /&gt;buy shit,&lt;br /&gt;sell shit,&lt;br /&gt;lose shit,&lt;br /&gt;find shit,&lt;br /&gt;forget shit,&lt;br /&gt;and tell others to eat shit and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people know their shit&lt;br /&gt;while others can't tell the differene&lt;br /&gt;between shit and shineola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lucky shits,&lt;br /&gt;dumb shits,&lt;br /&gt;crazy shits,&lt;br /&gt;and sweet shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is bull shit,&lt;br /&gt;chicken shit,&lt;br /&gt;and horse shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can throw shit,&lt;br /&gt;sling shit,&lt;br /&gt;catch shit,&lt;br /&gt;or duck when shit hits the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can give a shit &lt;br /&gt;or serve shit on shingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find yourself in deep shit&lt;br /&gt;or be happier than a pig in shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are colder than shit,&lt;br /&gt;some days are hotter than shit,&lt;br /&gt;and some days are just plain shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some music sounds like shit,&lt;br /&gt;things can look like shit,&lt;br /&gt;and there are times when you feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have too much shit,&lt;br /&gt;the right shit,&lt;br /&gt;the wrong shit or &lt;br /&gt;a lot of weird shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can carry shit,&lt;br /&gt;have a mountain of shit&lt;br /&gt;or find yourself up shit creek without a paddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything you touch&lt;br /&gt;turns to shit,&lt;br /&gt;and other times you swim in a lake of shit&lt;br /&gt;and come out smelling like a rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u stop to consider all the facts,&lt;br /&gt;it's the basic building block of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, once you know your shit,&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to know anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful word SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110510208504268920?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110510208504268920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110510208504268920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110510208504268920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110510208504268920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/most-powerful-word.html' title='The most powerful word'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110441142333795673</id><published>2004-12-30T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-31T18:00:53.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>The best (sometimes the worst part)thing about Time is that it passes. &lt;br /&gt;That is why New Year have so much of importance.It is a tribute to the year gone by an an embrace to the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So end of another year in our life.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to do something worth, atleast this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something exciting,different from this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what say..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110441142333795673?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110441142333795673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110441142333795673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110441142333795673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110441142333795673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110266742206228244</id><published>2004-12-10T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-10T14:00:22.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Postive Side Of Life</title><content type='html'>THE POSITIVE SIDE OF LIFE:     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on Earth is expensive, &lt;br /&gt;but it does include a free trip &lt;br /&gt;around the sun every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are good for you; &lt;br /&gt;the more you have, &lt;br /&gt;the longer you live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes through doors you &lt;br /&gt;didn't even know you left open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice that the people who are late &lt;br /&gt;are often much jollier &lt;br /&gt;than the people who have to wait for them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long a minute is &lt;br /&gt;depends on what side of the &lt;br /&gt;bathroom door you're on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us go to our grave &lt;br /&gt;with our music still inside of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be only one person in the world, &lt;br /&gt;but you may also be the world to one person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mistakes are too much fun &lt;br /&gt;to only make once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry because it's over; &lt;br /&gt;smile because it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could learn a lot from crayons: &lt;br /&gt;some are sharp, some are pretty, &lt;br /&gt;some are dull, some have weird names, &lt;br /&gt;and all are different colors....but &lt;br /&gt;they all exist very nicely in the same box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly happy person is one who &lt;br /&gt;can enjoy the scenery on a detour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day, and &lt;br /&gt;know that someone &lt;br /&gt;who thinks you're great &lt;br /&gt;has thought about you today!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for God on earth does not pay much,    &lt;br /&gt;but His Retirement plan is out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110266742206228244?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110266742206228244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110266742206228244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110266742206228244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110266742206228244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/postive-side-of-life.html' title='The Postive Side Of Life'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110225334781558761</id><published>2004-12-05T18:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:31:31.090+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>friendship lasts forever</title><content type='html'>Its feels great when u know u r cared for.u r in someone's thoughts.u r an important person for someone.&lt;br /&gt;it is reassuring to know that u can fall back on that person in time when u need someone desperately.&lt;br /&gt;when those little butterflies in ur stomach just goes away after u have spoken ur mind without even thinking twice what will be the repurcussion.and assured ur outbursts will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;ur secrets will be safe as it is with u.&lt;br /&gt;hears all ur nonsense dreams.&lt;br /&gt;call u up when u are just thinking about the person.&lt;br /&gt;respects as u r and does not try to change u.&lt;br /&gt;when u feel at peace when ur with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope the friendship lasts forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110225334781558761?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110225334781558761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110225334781558761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110225334781558761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110225334781558761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/friendship-lasts-forever.html' title='friendship lasts forever'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-110225037552649550</id><published>2004-12-05T18:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-05T18:13:28.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>hey....thanx everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i was really surprised to see that so many people read my blog.its feels nice that someone else also thinks same (or maybe little different)and share their precious comments.&lt;br /&gt;keep going pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-110225037552649550?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110225037552649550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=110225037552649550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110225037552649550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/110225037552649550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-109974096876010341</id><published>2004-11-06T17:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-06T17:06:08.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>They say</title><content type='html'>They say, " It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-109974096876010341?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/109974096876010341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=109974096876010341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109974096876010341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109974096876010341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/they-say.html' title='They say'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-109826238192690701</id><published>2004-10-20T14:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-22T12:37:39.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>Autumn&lt;br /&gt;my favourite season.i love this season.its not very hot nor very cold.its in between.slight chill is present through out.and its very romantic too.leaves falling, slight chilly breeze blowing.it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;top of it all major festivals are celebrated during this season.so that makes it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-109826238192690701?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/109826238192690701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=109826238192690701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109826238192690701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109826238192690701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-109705196176896590</id><published>2004-10-06T13:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:09:21.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are You Living in 2004 ?</title><content type='html'>This piece i got it as fwd in my mail. &lt;strong&gt;it is so true&lt;/strong&gt;. so I thot that i should add it in my blog as for rememberance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You Living in 2004 ?&lt;br /&gt; You know you're living in 2004 when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You go home after long days at work you still answer the phone in a business manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You make phone calls from home, you accidentally dial "9" to get an outside line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked for three different companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You learn about your redundancy on the 11 o'clock news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Every commercial on television has a website at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You get up in the morning and go online before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW You Are LAUGHING at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-109705196176896590?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/109705196176896590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=109705196176896590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109705196176896590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109705196176896590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/10/are-you-living-in-2004.html' title='Are You Living in 2004 ?'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-109653462592381205</id><published>2004-09-30T14:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:31:54.089+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Circle of Friends</title><content type='html'>This is to reminded that a ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-109653462592381205?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/109653462592381205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=109653462592381205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109653462592381205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109653462592381205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/09/circle-of-friends.html' title='Circle of Friends'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-109644818477371720</id><published>2004-09-29T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:27:08.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IF I KNEW .......</title><content type='html'>In memory of all those who perished 9/11 morning; the passengers and the pilots on the United Air and AA flights, the workers in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and all the innocent bystanders. Our prayers go out to the friends and families of the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF I KNEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I'd see you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly&lt;br /&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action and word,&lt;br /&gt;so I could play them back day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I could spare an extra minute&lt;br /&gt;to stop and say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,&lt;br /&gt;so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight,&lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;to make everything just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day&lt;br /&gt;to say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance&lt;br /&gt;to say our "Anything I can do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;young or old alike,&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance&lt;br /&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll surely regret the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't take that extra time&lt;br /&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone,&lt;br /&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;br /&gt;and whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them&lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say "I'm sorry,"&lt;br /&gt;"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have no regrets about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finding this for some time.got it from my friend.thanx.&lt;br /&gt;Yes It is so true ............. one can identify it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-109644818477371720?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/109644818477371720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=109644818477371720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109644818477371720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109644818477371720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-i-knew.html' title='IF I KNEW .......'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-109636205536953886</id><published>2004-09-28T14:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-28T14:31:31.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time is the asset</title><content type='html'>This is to reminded that we all have challenges in our lives as well as the tools, assets, and strengths to help us face these challenges. One of the greatest of these assets is always there beside us, beneath us, within us and within all that we do. That asset is TIME. Every moment is an opportunity – packed with powerful energy. Make every moment count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-109636205536953886?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/109636205536953886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=109636205536953886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109636205536953886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109636205536953886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/09/time-is-asset.html' title='Time is the asset'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454127.post-109601611655975635</id><published>2004-09-24T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-24T14:25:16.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Time First One.....</title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;br /&gt;I am writing something like this for the first time. So little apprehensive. Thought of doing it for sometime. Finally did it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i will be able to be a regular blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454127-109601611655975635?l=jollykadoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/feeds/109601611655975635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454127&amp;postID=109601611655975635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109601611655975635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454127/posts/default/109601611655975635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollykadoo.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-time-first-one.html' title='First Time First One.....'/><author><name>Kadambari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17310369633317426666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
