<?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-4120245058485068227</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:56:12.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Miracle...</title><subtitle type='html'>life is full of miracles that we often do miss to see it...

A mixture of emotions...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120245058485068227.post-1481101236787997423</id><published>2008-03-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:35:34.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty</title><content type='html'>No, i aint talking about money..... there are types of poverty besides an insufficiency of money, perhaps far more injurious. there is a poverty of compassion, a poverty of tolerance. there is poverty of perception, a poverty of justice, of vision, of fidelity, of integrity, of human understanding. there is a poverty of humility, of forgiveness, of loyalty. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Vast number of people today are starving for love and understanding. Perhaps the deepest crisis of all poverty is a complete lack of sympatheitc feelings for one's followman, a poverty of brotherhood and poverty of sustaining faith&lt;br /&gt;- a source from Wisdom &lt;blockquote&gt;Do you think you have these types of poverty as well? there is no harm in admitting it until and unless you change yourself... For good.. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-1481101236787997423?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/1481101236787997423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=1481101236787997423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1481101236787997423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1481101236787997423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2008/03/poverty.html' title='Poverty'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-4414926853947157876</id><published>2008-02-15T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:12:50.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIR</title><content type='html'>Hi all…..&lt;br /&gt;I somehow found a satisfying reason on why Man’s age has been reduced drastically. Men in cities are dying at the faster rate than in villages. Man in developing or underdeveloped countries are dying at the faster rate than in developed countries. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not talking about accident rate or suicidal rate. But at our own risk, we are unknowingly dying soon enough to say ourselves that “I am attaining to heavenly abode” or “I am going straight to hell” (well, I prefer the second one) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air… is getting polluted like anything. When we drive our bikes or cars, we stand just behind the vehicles where it releases smokes. And we inhale it. Though we are getting our emission test done, that is on Carbon Monoxide should be at some limits, but Mind you, we aren’t eradicating carbon monoxide completely, it is brought only to certain limits. So, we inhale those. It is slow poison. Therefore we inhale in certain limits, which get accumulated in our lungs and slowly kill ourselves. This is in fact shocking true. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some autos put kerosene or white petrol, in order to save money (they are doing it in ignorance, because they aren’t always lucky getting standard salaries) and due to this, smoke releases behind it and we inhale those… &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some vehicles like buses or trucks, more than 5 years old… if not maintained properly, releases dark smokes…. They contain huge amount of CO, God knows how much we inhaled those.&lt;br /&gt;Some bikes or cars, released lot of smoke too because oil is not added.&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, industries releases smoke too, through chimneys in which some amount CO is released.&lt;br /&gt;Same to those old fashioned trains. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those smokers, they know it well. Say if non-smoker stays most of the time, driving traffic dies at the age of 65 to 70, and then smoker whom he too stays at traffic levels, may die around 60 to 65.&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will have an added element to our atmosphere, that is CO along with oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to this, Heat is added at extra levels which is leading to Global Warming. Creating holes at Ozone. Changing our nature drastically… giving raise to earthquakes, tsunamis, storms, tornados etc in order to stabilize our nature. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t have any remedies for this, but I just found this shocking. I do have an idea if you want to stay away from those, if you have vehicles or factories or something related machines, do please maintain them. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have any other choice than to die soon like others. Either we have to change the technology and politics completely or simply keep quiet and enjoy our life till at the end. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only smoke that is really pure is .... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;from our mom’s kitchen…. The smoke coming out from the pressure cooker but it is steaming hot…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-4414926853947157876?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/4414926853947157876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=4414926853947157876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/4414926853947157876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/4414926853947157876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2008/02/air.html' title='AIR'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-1579185673223326570</id><published>2008-02-04T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:18:58.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation between me and my friend Manoj (mamuno.1).... on Yahoo Chat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R6dW8RIxDBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i_vB_UG0saY/s1600-h/with+manoj1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163191091195874322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R6dW8RIxDBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i_vB_UG0saY/s200/with+manoj1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sandeep rao: are u coming to her marriagea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: how will i knowa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sandeep rao: ask Goda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sandeep rao: mamu felo youare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: he only told that dialougea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: when i asked him.. will i go to her marriagea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: then he told me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamu fellow u are.. u also sarted to act like mamu fellowa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: i have given u two legs to walk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: one mouth to communicate and two ears to listen for what to communicae.. and i have given u one brain to think what to do with all those thingsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.mamuuno.1: and u still expect to guide u for everythinga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: and more oover i gave u one big ass to rest it where ever u wnat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: and u still asking mea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: thats y.. u are the biggest mamu fellow u have ever seena..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sandeep rao: good onea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: thats y u are called goda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sandeep rao: is God mamu fellowa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mamuuno.1: he is the true mamu fellow.. the true mamu fellow can niether be created not distroyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sandeep rao: oh i see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-1579185673223326570?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/1579185673223326570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=1579185673223326570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1579185673223326570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1579185673223326570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2008/02/conversation-between-me-and-my-friend.html' title='conversation between me and my friend Manoj (mamuno.1).... on Yahoo Chat!'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R6dW8RIxDBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i_vB_UG0saY/s72-c/with+manoj1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120245058485068227.post-3574225240229918865</id><published>2008-01-31T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:46:43.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soil</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to Sravan (Shravan M V). Thanks to his interests in soil, this topic Soil, is really interesting. Though it sounds bore to you, or sounds something like nonsense. But just read on. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important components which we totally depend on are Land (soil), Water, Air, and Fire (sun). As you all know the importance of air, water and fire. I am writing this article Soil to tell you its importance in brief. Truly speaking, we wouldn’t have existed without Land or Soil. What? How? When? Why? These are your immediate questions. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the answers. Everything begins with soil and ends with soil only except the birth of living beings. (When I say soil, it has various meanings like sand, rock, stones, or even dust). At the time of dinner or lunch or breakfast, we eat different delicacies of food. Ever wonder from where that food has come? Of course, Soil only. Vegetables, Fruits, rice, wheat, cereals, everything was grown and taken from the soil. Right? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every house, every brick or block, needs soil/sand. The decorative of homes constitutes of the items which began from soil only. Right? For example, different part of tiles- part of the soil, curtains and dresses- the threads we make were taken from trees or silk worms which depend on soil. Similarly on books, furniture, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Other items such as Plastics, rubbers, steel etc contain certain amount of soil in the form of sand. Although we haven’t seen its constituents in our text books but it has been proved scientifically that without these very small amounts of sand or silica required, these items wouldn’t have existed. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold, Silver, Diamonds, and all precious gems came from the soil. Right? If not, then check out its constituents. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also depend upon Electronic items like laptops, PCs, Mobiles, and so on. And there is lot of development in Technology especially Nano-technology. Inside it, contains Semi-Conductors of high speeds which are made of Silica, nothing but Sand. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath our earth, contains core, mantle and crust which are nothing but different forms of soil in various shapes and size, developing gravitational force, putting all of us including, electronic signal waves, cars, etc in place.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? We stand our own feet on the ground, which is nothing but Soil. At the time of our deaths, we know where we will end up.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, you must know. Soil isn’t just about soil. It has life too. Beneath your feet, ground, we cannot predict the nature of the soil. It changes frequently at slow pace without our notice. For your nightmares, think about earthquakes, land slides, or quick sand. It is also amazing to know that, soil changes too, like how we change. And it is totally unpredictable, like we are unpredictable in our minds. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, from our engineer’s point of view, Geo-technical, Geo-environmental, Geology Engineers were born. To learn about it, its behaviour and to warn us if there are any problem that are about to show up. They also do many things, wonderful things, and that’s the reason why we could see high rise buildings or sky scrappers today. Because all things depends on ground, our sole foundation of our rising future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-3574225240229918865?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/3574225240229918865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=3574225240229918865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/3574225240229918865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/3574225240229918865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2008/01/soil.html' title='Soil'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-8393535343149236587</id><published>2008-01-31T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:45:02.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inner voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hear it faintly at times,&lt;br /&gt;You prefer keeping it faint. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear it loud and clear at times,&lt;br /&gt;You wonder what others will say. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;You brush it away. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear it when you wonder what you are thinking,&lt;br /&gt;You ignore it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear it when you wonder what you should be doing with your life,&lt;br /&gt;You pay no heed. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask others, you ask your friends, and you ask your family.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you listen to other’s voice,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you want to hear it from others,&lt;br /&gt;You want others to tell you what to do, comforting and sure about the results,&lt;br /&gt;Because they had already experienced it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to play safe,&lt;br /&gt;So you mute that voice, your inner voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-8393535343149236587?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/8393535343149236587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=8393535343149236587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/8393535343149236587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/8393535343149236587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2008/01/inner-voice.html' title='inner voice'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-5200156768046745657</id><published>2008-01-15T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:15:16.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; life's miracle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; According to me, miracle is when u see things from a higher perspective, u can see that seemingly unrelated things are actually related. It is nothing  more than a shift of mind that helps u see things in a new way.   &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For eg, if u r on hilltop, u can see things differently than u wud down on the ground. And so, by constantly staying open to viewing ur life in new ways, u'll eventually see the miracles that are taking place... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; According to mamu fellow, 'miracle is nothing more than finding an apple which taste orange.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-5200156768046745657?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/5200156768046745657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=5200156768046745657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/5200156768046745657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/5200156768046745657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2008/01/miracle.html' title='miracle'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-2336448220541304719</id><published>2008-01-06T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T06:48:40.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped Apart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;My Heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;is ripped apart.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;With no mercy... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My Heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;is ripped apart.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;With no feelings... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Into Many pieces..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Like a puzzle... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Unbearable to tolerate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the pain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;As i collect the pieces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It makes me cry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Unable to join the pieces..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;as it's apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Waiting for someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to help to solve the puzzle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hoping for the same person to come... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But that person is gone forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nobody can help me but myself...  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;is ripped apart... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;without mercy... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;without feelings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-2336448220541304719?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/2336448220541304719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=2336448220541304719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/2336448220541304719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/2336448220541304719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2008/01/ripped-apart.html' title='Ripped Apart...'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-9020964284179271899</id><published>2008-01-01T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:42:12.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year to all of ya.... Its a great feeling of having a new life, having a great time... Changing paths, views and ideas. If some of you had really tough situations (any kind) and u want to change. Why not? Things dont change, only we change. If am wrong, then just think about it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is not the case for these labours. When i gave them a new year wishes, their face were still the same as before. For them, its just another day of work. Some of them actually forgot or dont know that its the new year. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;All of them miss their families. For them, a new year, or the other occasions lies in their hometown. Happiness lies in their heart of families...They left their family and evrything..... Just to support them...As soon as they get salaries, they send it to thier families as soon as possible and spend very little for themselves.And because of this, they have become thin and weak.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They actually looked entirely different from what they originally were before (before leaving india). They work like anything, under the sorching sun and sometimes doesnt eat food because it costs them. They just drink water to fulfill their thirst and hunger.Yet they never complained about their work and their hard times. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When i asked them... To eat more and ask for the raise.. They wud say ' no problem, as long as my family are happy... I live' I was stunned by their reply. How true they said. They live and earn by happiness, inspite of their tough times. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And look at us, we have everything and we ask for more.... And we are somehow not happy...If u are like that, for eg, tough times, more workload, more studies, no time and all , then imagine these labours... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If u r with ur family, then be happy for you are with them.... Bcos not all r lucky. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If u r working away from ur family, then be happy for u r serving ur family.... Which they will be happy and ultimately makes u happy. Moreover u have friends to spend time or share feelings... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If no friends and away from family, then orkut is the solution for u. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, of course, do change if the organisation doesnt pay u well or follow the rules. I know it wud be difficult to leave as it has to be simple, straight &amp;amp; diplomatic. But be clear and straight forward. Get the things sorted out. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am not promoting happiness nor i am in some volunteering club. I dont follow spirituality either....I just said the practical things and the facts of life. Which i called this as Factuality... In short, reality... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And the fact is that, some people do it for their happiness &amp;amp; some for sake of other's happiness... Which ultimately leads to one point..... Happiness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-9020964284179271899?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/9020964284179271899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=9020964284179271899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/9020964284179271899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/9020964284179271899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-to-all-of-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-7602367738454420871</id><published>2007-12-27T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:46:14.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life with dignity</title><content type='html'>Written by Sudha Murthy, Wise and Otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All that glitters is not gold. All that is white is not milk. All people who wear saffron clothes are not sages. these ageold sayings hold true even now, especially the last one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; we see a lot of people wearing saffron clothes, but all of them may not be sanyasis in the sense of the word. a sanyasi is one who guides his followers on the right path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; Recently, I attended the inaurgural function of a home for destitute women in Mysore. In most cases, the women were there because they were either harassed by their in laws or tortured by drunken husbands. And, owing to the socio-economic conditions, even the parents of victims were unable to take in and care for their hapless children. There have also been instances when young girls, lured by romance, have run away from their homes and have been deserted by their lovers after the honeymoon. There girls usually do not dare return to their parents either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; These women and girls need to be psychologically strong and determined to face difficulties with courage and go on with their lives. Maybe, even take up a livelihood. The more unfortunate ones even get caught in the ugly network of commercial sex or other unlawful activities, either knowingly or unknowingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; The saying that "Success has many fathers, but failures has none" is true indeed. We get to see only the distressed women and their children, while the main cause of their problems remains hidden in the background. So, the victims cannot be blamed altogether. Often, it is circumstances, which force the into such Drudgery. Still, we should help them. After all , to err is human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; It is nice to respect or reward people who work for such women. But more importantly,  it is also necessary to lend a helping hand to those who have stumbled or lost their way. Do we have such a system? There are hardly one or two institutions where such people are given shelter and efforts made to rehabilitate them. In such institutions, women are taught how to earn a livelihood so that they can live with dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; In Mysore, the first person who came up with the idea to open such an institution was not someone who had political powers or someone who wanted fame. He is the head of Suttur math. The swamiji is well read and felt the need to help the downtrodden and destitute, having truly understood the meaning of compassion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; He could have led a quiet life, performing his religious duties and looking after his own math. But he thought of something different. The swamiji has given a donation worth Rs 1 crore in the form of one and a half acres belonging to his own math. He has shown the true nature of a leader, exemplary in his behaviour. It is a matter to be highlighted that he has done all this without any expectations in return. Common people like us should look up to such great men as pathfinders and follow them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Acharya devo bava &lt;/em&gt;say our ancestors, implying that the guru, the teacher or acharya is third in the heirarchy of respect and that God comes through guru. How truly the actions of the swamiji of the suttur math reflect this saying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-7602367738454420871?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/7602367738454420871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=7602367738454420871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/7602367738454420871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/7602367738454420871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-with-dignity.html' title='A Life with dignity'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-8666075861520637360</id><published>2007-12-20T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:16:53.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_fncBz8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/vAisblWm6J0/s1600-h/Image111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146136074107604930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_fncBz8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/vAisblWm6J0/s200/Image111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_f3cBz9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/D0cuUPEZn_Y/s1600-h/Image051(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146136078402572242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_f3cBz9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/D0cuUPEZn_Y/s200/Image051(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_gHcBz-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/eMpJT4RV4SE/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146136082697539554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_gHcBz-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/eMpJT4RV4SE/s200/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_gXcBz_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yGqTyI-t7VA/s1600-h/Image077(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146136086992506866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_gXcBz_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yGqTyI-t7VA/s200/Image077(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_gXcB0AI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6paExIp6g7Y/s1600-h/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146136086992506882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_gXcB0AI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6paExIp6g7Y/s200/Image112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from 18 to 20th of dec.... Dubai Trip... Via Sharjah... Met 4 of guys from BMS college in sharjah (My own classmates) Felt happy after meeting them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only few pics taken... with parents, on tour to Dubai... Lots been seen.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4120245058485068227-8666075861520637360?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/8666075861520637360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=8666075861520637360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/8666075861520637360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/8666075861520637360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/dubai-trip.html' title='Dubai trip'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R2q_fncBz8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/vAisblWm6J0/s72-c/Image111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120245058485068227.post-4023783675376889508</id><published>2007-12-13T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:41:03.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>man and God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a rich man in a town. He enjoyed the best of life, but something worried him. It was merely a doubt: what is the difference between man and God? He posed the question to whomever he met, but none could give him an answer; the answers he got from a few could not satisfy him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He had heard about a learned philosopher in the adjacent town. So , he decided to go and meet him. After traversing a long distance, the rich man reached the philosopher’s house, only to be told that he was away. His servant asked him to sit down. The man made himself comfortable in a chair and waited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After sometime, the philosopher returned. The moment the rich man saw him, he told him: “Sir I’ve come a long distance only to get an answer to a question that has been bothering me. Please tell me, what is the difference between God and man?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without answering him, the philosopher turned to his servant and, raising his voice, he said angrily: “throw him out!” the rich man had the shock of life. He quickly moved away to reach the door.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, before he took another step, the philosopher said in a soft voice: “that’s the difference between man and god. Didn’t you get scared and wanted to move away? If instead, you had remained calm, you would have been a god, and I would have been a mere man. You aren’t aware that there is god in every living being. That is why most of us remain ordinary beings. There’s no difference between man and god. Only he should be able to identify the divinity in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-4023783675376889508?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/4023783675376889508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=4023783675376889508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/4023783675376889508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/4023783675376889508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/man-and-god.html' title='man and God'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-6954720577793562428</id><published>2007-12-13T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:27:24.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>world..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will pass on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U will be engaged with something else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soon, ur ideas will change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ur priorities will change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ur taste will change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new moments will take over the old moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new experiences will be considered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bygones the old troubled times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as u r happy,forever makes me happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as u r cherished,forever makes cherished...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as am alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever makes u feel safe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as my heart beats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever makes u feel the breath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-6954720577793562428?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/6954720577793562428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=6954720577793562428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/6954720577793562428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/6954720577793562428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/world.html' title='world..'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-8002777322659600847</id><published>2007-12-13T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:24:10.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its amazing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to know about love....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its beautiful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to feel about love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its wonderful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u have given me the best days of my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way u showed it to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could sense it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way u gave it to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really happy moments,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relishing moments...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;U taught me the meaning of love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart starting to ache...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldnt stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I couldnt think of something else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldnt resist myself from you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead I let it flow through me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let the moments come pass me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, its beautiful to stay like this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relishing the moments, the days u had given to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, my heart no more aching &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am living on it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes love is not great, but sacrifice is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldnt bear but this is what destined to me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there was a chance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; then i will give my best again, like i am back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that chance...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is only in my dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet its amazing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to know about love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its beautiful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to feel about love..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its wonderful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u have given me the best days of my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-8002777322659600847?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/8002777322659600847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=8002777322659600847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/8002777322659600847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/8002777322659600847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-feeling.html' title='great feeling...'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-7459470035857572968</id><published>2007-12-13T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:44:57.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a small seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my love is like,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a small seed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has grown into,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a small plant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My faith, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is nourishing it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till it grows into,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a strong tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A strong one..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My love..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can set me apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-7459470035857572968?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/7459470035857572968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=7459470035857572968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/7459470035857572968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/7459470035857572968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/small-seed.html' title='a small seed'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-488820521735861809</id><published>2007-12-12T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T02:54:40.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight....</title><content type='html'>For the first few months of work, this mamu felo was just relaxing in one of his projects.He observed something strange in the behaviour of brothers (the labours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whenever the flights pass by, these labours absolutely stop the work and start looking at it till out of the sight. Not just one or two labours, but all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mamu felo was confused and  asked one of them,'why are u luking at it like that as if u never been there before?'that person whom he asked is quite old and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He said,'oh my dear saheb, u will not understand now. Time is what the answer for u. It will alone tell'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mamu felo has nothing but confused brains...  He smiled and resumed back to his work while this mamu felo resumed back to his relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mamu felo spent 2 weeks his holidaying in India, something rather strange thing happened to him. I dont know what is it but it's like everything seem to be like how it was before and never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his trip, this mamu felo was in the same project, resuming his work. Then there was a flight passing by. He stood up, and saw the flight till out of the sight.He felt sad when he heard the news that old wise man, has left the company. Feeling sick due to old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The person who had so much wisdom.... Said wisely that time is the answer and i have understood. And now i want to meet him but Alas! I am not able to.' he said to himself...&lt;br /&gt;'they are all missing their homeland, missing their family, which is why they were all looking at the flights. Hoping to get back and relish their happiness. I am happy at least the wise old man has gone to his family, his homeland'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later after few days, one of the labours handed this mamu felo a letter. It was written by the old man he wanted to meet,curious, he opened it immediately.... After reading it, he was almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;my dear saheb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have never written letters to my home since past 10 years. I am writting this letter first time of my life, to you bcos u r like my own son. When u came and joined the company, everyone became so happy. I felt like i am seeing my son coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And others were feeling like they got their friend.Thanks for sharing ur feelings and experiences with me, i felt so happy when u opened it to me. Now, u came back from India, u must have understood what i meant that day.I am sick now and my time has come. Am feeling  bad because i left without seeing you. I know u will be angry. But please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Remember one thing, time is the best to find the answer or the answer itself and also, time is the culprit. It may create a wound or heal the wound. Sometimes that time u wish for, may come or may not come at all.Ok saheb, May Allah be upon you always and peace be upon you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no end signature and no address. He is from pakistan. This mamu felo felt like a jolt first but later felt happy for he at least wrote him a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is the best to find answer or the answer itself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and also, time is a culprit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time may create a wound or heal the wound...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes the time u wish for, may come...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or may not come at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-488820521735861809?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/488820521735861809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=488820521735861809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/488820521735861809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/488820521735861809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/flight.html' title='Flight....'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-2708671735934492646</id><published>2007-12-11T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:05:37.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.C.S</title><content type='html'>the day b4 he joined engineering, this mamu felo was celebrating along wit his friend in pizza hut. For 2 reasons, one was he joined the famous reputed college which his parents wished him to joined &amp;amp; secondly he joined the college known for beautiful girls roaming. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mamu felo went to cashier, and that cashier was a girl. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'One tropical chicken salad please' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ur good name sir?' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this mamu felo didnt hear &amp;amp; was googling over the menu. After few seconds he looks at her checking if she had finished noting down his order. Instead, she was looking at him, smiling. He took his money and said, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tropical chicken salad' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looked at cashing machine, laughing. He looked perplexed, wondering what she was laughing about. He then understood, when his friend who was behind him, explained. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral- Always pay attention...wherever you are, in home or work, or in interview or wherever... if you dont get it, ask that person to repeat again... there's nothing wrong in that.. that person will be happy to repeat again... provided you give the right information...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-2708671735934492646?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/2708671735934492646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=2708671735934492646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/2708671735934492646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/2708671735934492646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/tcs.html' title='T.C.S'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-2312710945019729137</id><published>2007-12-11T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:39:21.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminar &amp; Greeting card.</title><content type='html'>There are 2 incidents that happened to this mamu fellow.... on different times and occasions... [this was written in mobile mode, hence you wud see short forms..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. this mamu felo was in 5th semester, when there was a seminar about something related to soils. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dressed in formals. That too, along with tie and he looked completely different. Not like a student but as some business professional. Because that day,he was carrying a briefcase which is an added asset for his looks. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was walking towards the seminar hall. He stopped at reception desk. A person at the desk, took out pen and paper...asked, in bold manner. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'R u B.E student?' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'M.tech?' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh, i am extremely sorry sir, for my behaviour. Could u please tell me your details. Your name and all ?' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Engineering Student' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked at mamu felo, stunned.... Almost pissed. This mamu felo noted his name and details... And finally said &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thank you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;2. this mamu felo entered Archies gallery to buy a greeting card for his friend. He went into b'day section and looking out the cards. As he was looking for a particular card, he saw a girl around 20s... Standing at a corner and lookin at him. And this mamu felo was 18. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ignored her and resumed back to his work i.e. Searching for card... After 10 mins, he found the card he liked. As he took it and turned around, he got almost scared. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that girl was still standing there, looking at him. Or rather staring at him.Confused, he asked 'Can i help you?' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was taken aback and said 'sir, i am actually supposed to ask u that.. Am working here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this mamu felo laughs, 'well, then u rn't suppose to stand there and stare at the customers like that. It looks scary, u know like exorcist' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she laughed and at same time felt uneasy when he said exorcist.'hey i was kidding. U look good... And u will look more good when u smile.' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiled, laughing. 'u r flirting''flirting? I am serious. U do look good.' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thank you' she said, blushing.'so will u give me discount for this card?' he asked her. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'for what?' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'for giving u compliment, making u feel good thru out the day... U know, along with smile' he said. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hmm... U r cute and funny' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he replied 'i know, everybody says the same thing.'she looked at him oddly, she must be expected that he wud say thanks. But he didnt... U see, he is mamu felo. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately said, changing her tone,'sorry sir, no discount. I am not the owner of this shop.' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was puzzled by her reaction. He paid and left the shop. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, she was pissed. She thought he was joking about her looking good, and trying to lure her to give him discount. But he didnt mean anything like that, he really meant those words. He was just joking about the last line. He would have thought it better...Sometimes, joking can turn the tablets....especially with girls.... So always maintain the sense of humour, see the picture on the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-2312710945019729137?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/2312710945019729137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=2312710945019729137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/2312710945019729137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/2312710945019729137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/tcs-greeting-card.html' title='Seminar &amp; Greeting card.'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-4281168398101396149</id><published>2007-12-11T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:00:05.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair loss- going bald is cool</title><content type='html'>it was shiny morning. The early fog kissing his cheeks. The morning dew sunlight opening his sleepy eyes. The cool breeze flowin in thru his skin. It was beautiful feeling of such a beautiful nature. But the world looked different to him, bcos he was goin 2 dermatologist. He was least bothered but his parents were. Hair loss, is what  his mom found something special in him. Checking himself in front of mirror, it looked normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mf- hair loss? Where hair loss? I have hairs on my head. Cant u see that?&lt;br /&gt;Mom- see on bed. See in bathroom. There are hairs evrywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Mf- those are hair fall and not hair loss. Why worry so much?&lt;br /&gt;Mom- u always keep saying why worry? Why worry? Whats wrong wit you?&lt;br /&gt;Mf- bcos life's funny mom&lt;br /&gt;mom- shut up,  and go. Dad is waiting in car. Life's funny it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Mamu felo waves at his mom, n in return mom sends him flying kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mamu felo pretends to catch those and kept into his pocket said 'mom, ur kisses so sensitive that it will get spoilt by my rough skin' his mom smiles n slowly closes the door as she saw them off.&lt;br /&gt;Mf- so dad, what special about this appointment?&lt;br /&gt;Dad- you r going to enter our future generation, son.... He smiles devilishly&lt;br /&gt;Mf- right, future. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached the hospital. Entered into the skin clinic section. Dad meets his friend, who is the skin specialist.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor exams this mamu felo's head while his dad sitting just opp to him, smiling. You r going to enter our future generation son... Those words were haunting his head.Examination was over. Doctor finally concluded that he has male baldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mf-male baldness?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor- yes, hereditary transmitted. It runs in genes u see...&lt;br /&gt;Mf- oh... Thats explains it dad...&lt;br /&gt;Dad- thats right, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamu felo wasnt worried at all, it runs in genes, he couldnt help it but laugh. He thought 'all thanks to great grandfathers who transmitted to us..  May their soul rest in peace' and couldnt blame on his dad bcos he's too the victim while this mamu felo the future victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor- here's the pescription. Take these tablets for a month. And meet me later.&lt;br /&gt;Mf- ok thanks. But what this will do?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor- it will slow down the balding process. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Mf laughs too and said- oh ok fine. But i dont think i need it. Bcos anyhow i am going bald. Bald is cool u see.&lt;br /&gt;Dad- cool? I thought u want hairs. U comb like anything, u loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Mf-thats right, am enjoying the days with my hairstyle till that  stage comes.&lt;br /&gt;Dad- after that?Mf- after  that... Hmmm... Go complete bald and get  a tatoo behind like vin diesel in triple x. He looked so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor- thats the spirit man.&lt;br /&gt;Dad- he does always have spirits.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor- by the way, dont worry abt that baldness now. That will occur at max by 38yrs to 40yrs&lt;br /&gt;Mf-yeah thanks, i am never worried. Especially getting the baldness and getting it styled like vin diesel.&lt;br /&gt;Dad laughs and said- ok then, lets go n thats enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamu felo and his dad were escorting out of clinic. As they were moving towrds the door, first dad moves out first. Then he moves out, and immedaitely his eyes caught on those beautiful girls, sitting in the waiting hall area. So stunningly beauty he never saw before. He was walking on n his eyes couldn't be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang! He hits his head against telephone booth.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! Thats was really painful.He held his hand on his head. It was awfully paining. A little hump starting to show up. He could hear the girls giggling. For them, it was an act of clown who does funny things. And  of course, he always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mamu felo, smiled... And laughed too... He starting to look for his dad..Oops! He's already waiting in the car. Mamu felo told himself. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as he was moving his car, he thought.... Beauty is good, but going for it is scary sometimes... Only if you can handle it carefully, it will remain good. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u come any across the situations which u cannot help it, then don't fret on it. Of course, there will be a way as u know the famous proverb 'where there is a will, there is a way.' But i say, even if there is no will, find out a way for it. Dont lose till the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-4281168398101396149?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/4281168398101396149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=4281168398101396149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/4281168398101396149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/4281168398101396149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-was-shiny-morning.html' title='hair loss- going bald is cool'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-1308864363604176338</id><published>2007-12-09T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:58:54.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Lord Hanuman is...</title><content type='html'>This mamu fellow is a great devotee of Lord Hanuman. In fact, his original name has the meaning that related to Lord Hanuman's name.&lt;br /&gt;One day his mom was having conversation with this mamu fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mother- You know, You are like Hanuman. He didnt know his great potential and power. He will realise only when others tell him or when he experiences. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mamu Fellow- Mom, If i am having great potential and power. Then who will make me realise? (scratching his head) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mother- Me... you fool.. who else?? then why am I saying this to you? (she laughs) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mamu Fellow- Oh Oh... I get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, he couldnt sleep whole night. Because he had a question that immediately flashed in his head. He want to ask his mom but he thought he could ask later. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Next day, He went to site for work. He goes to one of labours, he asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF- Hey, Do you know Lord Hanuman? I have a doubt... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Labour 1- Oh yes... i know.. tell me what is it? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;MF- Ok.. Is Lord Hanuman Married?? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Labour 1 looks at him... rather in strange manner. He thought it for a while. and smiling he said... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Labour 1- I dont know. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They both laughs... Labour 2 arrives... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;MF- Hey, do you know full story about Hanumanji? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Labour 2- Yes, i am devotee of Him. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;MF- Ok good... So, Is Lord Hanumanji Married?? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Labour 2- what? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Labour 2 couldnt understand Mamu fellow's language so he told Labour 1 to tell him. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Labour 1- Hey fool, Is Hanumanji married? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Labour 2 looks at him for while..... and replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"To whom?" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;All of them laughed together. Well, if hanumanji hears this... he would surely have given them a spanking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-1308864363604176338?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/1308864363604176338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=1308864363604176338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1308864363604176338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1308864363604176338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-lord-hanuman-is.html' title='Is Lord Hanuman is...'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-1484643394691451198</id><published>2007-12-09T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T05:11:40.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed?</title><content type='html'>Remember the following when something annoys you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· If you have taxes to pay, then you at least have a job&lt;br /&gt;· If you are cleaning up the mess after a party, then at least you were surrounded by friends&lt;br /&gt;· If your clothes don’t fit anymore, then at least you have a full tummy&lt;br /&gt;· If you have lawns to mow, windows to wipe, and drains to fix, then you at least have a home.&lt;br /&gt;· If you hear complaints about the shrub, then at least you have the freedom to speech&lt;br /&gt;· If you find a parking spot at the edge of the lot, then at least you can still walk&lt;br /&gt;· If you have clothes to iron, then at least you have clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;· If someone is singing next to you, and very out of tune, then at least you are not tone-death and can still hear fine&lt;br /&gt;· If, at the end of the day, you are sore all over, then at least you are capable of working hard&lt;br /&gt;· If you wake up to a screaming alarm clock, then at least you are alive…&lt;br /&gt;· If you are feeling uneasy about the shoes, then think of a person who does not have their feet for shoes to put on…&lt;br /&gt;· And finally, if your inbox is cluttered, then hopefully you have friends thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are feeling annoyed, don’t start sulking. Think of something that was worst than this. You would probably realise how much it would be better than the worst part. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If by any chance, you get annoyed by reading this. Then think of something like Engineering Books, or Training course materials or the dead line news on newspaper..... I am sure, this is much better than those things...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-1484643394691451198?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/1484643394691451198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=1484643394691451198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1484643394691451198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1484643394691451198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed?'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-7851557122997638760</id><published>2007-12-08T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:37:30.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about that girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About that girl &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He does not know how many guys proposed her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he does know he is one of them &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He does not know how many had she rejected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he does know she had rejected him &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You should be happy for I am still talking to you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Not many girls does that" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How true she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is very lucky &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she doesnot know how many guys had understood her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he understood her situation &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They forget her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They stop talking to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They go mad &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he remembers her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is ready if she ever needed help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he doesnot go mad, but goes wise &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though she had stop talking to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though she never want to see him &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he couldnt stop remembering about her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he keeps cherishing the moments &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About that girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little does he know... she had officially dumped him &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's why he is called Mamu fellow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-7851557122997638760?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/7851557122997638760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=7851557122997638760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/7851557122997638760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/7851557122997638760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-that-girl.html' title='about that girl...'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-4055151444227562249</id><published>2007-12-08T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T10:50:54.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he pretend not to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet he heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pretend not to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet he understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pretend not to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet he cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pretend not to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet he believed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pretend not to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet he felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he pretend not to be hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet he's Hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pretend to be happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet he isnt Happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pretend to enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet he isnt enjoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now she hate him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she dont care for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she have moved on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting him aside; closing the darkest chapter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he haven't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each and every moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she spent with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were cherished every now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever in his lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pretend to be fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's the stupidest part of his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For always pretending &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's why He's called Mamu Fellow... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Pretend'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-2727399083241186175</id><published>2007-12-08T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:39:48.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never had intentions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never had intentions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To play with your emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I had intentions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see everything's fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had intentions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get myself hurt as equally as yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we are even... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Perhaps you never forgive me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps you delete every moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps you wish me to go to Hell &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why do bother about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me leaving is a good riddance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what you think &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Perhaps you wish never me to come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps you wish my life to be shattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps you wish me to suffer &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But am already in hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am already suffering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am not forgiving myself too... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now we are even...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-2727399083241186175?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/2727399083241186175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=2727399083241186175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/2727399083241186175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/2727399083241186175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/intentions.html' title='Intentions'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-5486875138189256941</id><published>2007-12-05T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:52:06.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Blessings- Story</title><content type='html'>A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called  him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box.  Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry, he raised his voice to his father and said "With all your money, you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and  wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go  to  him.  He had not seen him since that graduation day.  Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.  He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it  years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages.  And as he did, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible.  It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we miss Spirit's blessings and answers to our prayers  because they do not arrive exactly as we have expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY'S affirmation:  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Today I look beyond the obvious and allow miracles to be created in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-5486875138189256941?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/5486875138189256941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=5486875138189256941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/5486875138189256941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/5486875138189256941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/fathers-blessings-story.html' title='Father&apos;s Blessings- Story'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-858099393014668707</id><published>2007-12-05T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:45:40.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Limits Life Style...</title><content type='html'>Your journey to a no-limits life style is really just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devote your attention to something exciting, right now. It could be a new goal, or it could be the first step toward an exciting adventure you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; already planned, or it could be a unique learning experience, one that fills you with awe and wonder. Whatever it is, as you use the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 3 forces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of          no-limits achievers to bring about positive change in you life, you must embrace all three of these forces and commit yourself to positive values if you are to enjoy balance and true success of life.&lt;br /&gt;                Some people get stuck on the sense of purpose- they’re forever setting goals, but they never seem to accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;                Others become so enamoured with adventure that they lose sight of where the adventures are taking them, and they expose themselves to risks that simply don’t make sense.&lt;br /&gt;                And many, many people fall into the trap of viewing the quest for continued personal growth as an excuse for embarking on a lifelong career as a professional student.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;True purpose, true adventure, and true growth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mean something very different. They require committing yourself to a cause that matters deeply to you, then seeing it through and becoming a better person as a result. That’s the challenge to you, to use all these no-limits forces (true purpose, true adventure, true growth) to turn what were once dreams into the reality that is your destiny, the destiny to be the very best person you can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-858099393014668707?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/858099393014668707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=858099393014668707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/858099393014668707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/858099393014668707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-limits-life-style.html' title='No Limits Life Style...'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-6012444471603389279</id><published>2007-12-05T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:25:08.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Tension????</title><content type='html'>Taking a answer booklet and a pen is totally nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that doesn’t mean Dont Write the exam.... Because it earns you a degree... for your career... for your future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But what am I asking is... Why tension? why worry? Because Life itself a kind of exam... This pen and paper exam is testing us against Patience, Confidence and Most importance.. Character…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience... about how well we plan or schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence.... about how much you have understood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character.... about how we behave or react...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All depending upon the situation and time... Most of us tend to panic... And at that moment, our brains go numb and suddenly we lose something...&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt; 1. During exam time, we get panic due to shortage of time or an answer that couldnt be re-collect or in rush, we forget important items like hall ticket or worst, a pen... or sometimes unknowingly take mobile to exam hall... (Fortunately I was saved when I took my mobile to exam hall... I came out Scot free) - due to this panic, we lose marks or worst, get debarred....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Accidents... are the worst nightmare for everyone.... at some point, due to technical snag or poor vision or something, things go wrong. That driver suddenly get panicked... he/she do not know what to do at that moment.. That milli-second... or fraction of a second....&lt;br /&gt;- Due to this, we may lose a life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Panic, Fear is the deadly destructors of self-being..... Just try to control yourself.... Especially your emotions.. Just to control the emotions... Anger... and yes, its okay if you cry.... but a little... We tend to forget ourselves at that moment when we get emotional.... especially in anger... That’s where character comes into play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These are inter-related... I mean Life and Exam... Patience, Confidence and Character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say Life isn’t exam… The problems we face are just tests… Don’t treat problems as problems. Rather treat it as test. These problems make us better like a pencil getting sharpen while mending it with sharpener. The sharpener is the problems while the pencil is we the people. Each problem we go through, we learn, either in a hard way or soft way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, in written exam, we got the questions… those were problems… we try to answer as best as possible… or just skip it. We try to mend those problems with the suitable answer.  But yet, we don’t know whether that answer is exactly correct or not, unless we are sure about it. Most of us, just want to finish the exam in 3 hours and come out as soon as possible. Its only the time of our results, we get to know about it. If good results, we feel great. If bad results, we regret. Either way, we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning or losing, that isn’t the concern in here… that depends upon how you take on it. But the main concern is you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all depends upon the character, patience and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience…. How well you plan and make a schedule… and following that schedule you made before the exam peak time. (Exam peak time- 2 weeks before exam, in those 2 weeks, you eat and sleep well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence… How well you prepared the subject, most important understanding the concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character… How you take control over the exams… the coolness. Never get scared. Never get tensed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to be noted-   (either in exam or in your future)&lt;br /&gt;·         Don’t panic…&lt;br /&gt;·         Keep your cool… So that you can think what next within a millisecond&lt;br /&gt;·         Try controlling the emotions especially anger. (its ok if you cry but a little)&lt;br /&gt;·         Be prepared well before the situation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note- To know what really the main exams of life… Some were the God’s gifts..&lt;br /&gt;·         Love&lt;br /&gt;·         Friendship&lt;br /&gt;·         Happiness&lt;br /&gt;·         Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can avoid these things…. These main exams are really fragile… As brittle as glass…. Because it’s only based on first attempt only… Once you lose it, it’s gone forever… you won’t get it back again…&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants happiness… But there is no meaning of Happiness without sadness…&lt;br /&gt;So I tell you, my friends… Please be careful while attempting these main exams. You got to handle it lots and lots of care, with all your heart… because its only based on first attempt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-6012444471603389279?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/6012444471603389279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=6012444471603389279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/6012444471603389279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/6012444471603389279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/exam-tension.html' title='Exam Tension????'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-1766292154584105138</id><published>2007-12-04T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:41:12.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a gem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart gone cold...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;froze into a gem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R1Vlw2JR4mI/AAAAAAAAABE/y58DQeamnP0/s1600-h/frozen+heart....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140126439555850850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R1Vlw2JR4mI/AAAAAAAAABE/y58DQeamnP0/s200/frozen+heart....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither can i feel; nor others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No feelings to feel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone..the kindness of my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone the smile of my lips...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone the happiness of moments...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone the love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once Liked by all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now hatred by all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With no one around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No care; No remeberance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will forget soon myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart gone cold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Froze into a gem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-1766292154584105138?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/1766292154584105138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=1766292154584105138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1766292154584105138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/1766292154584105138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/gem.html' title='a gem...'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_JUChzGsF5tc/R1Vlw2JR4mI/AAAAAAAAABE/y58DQeamnP0/s72-c/frozen+heart....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120245058485068227.post-4776624097961234080</id><published>2007-12-01T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T04:14:45.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Best Day-                                                              Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Greatest Day-                                                       Fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Best Gift-                                                               Forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Meanest Feeling-                                                 Jealousy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Greatest Need-                                                    Common Sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Most Expensive Indulgence-                             Hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Greatest Trouble Maker-                                  Talking too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Greatest Teacher-                                               One who makes you want to learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Cleverest Man-                                                    One who does what he thinks right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Worst Bankrupt-                                                 The Soul that has lost its enthusiasm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Best Part of One's Religion-                                Gentleness and Cheerfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Easiest thing to do-                                             Finding Fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Greatest Success-                                               Means Never Feeling Tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120245058485068227-4776624097961234080?l=ocean-line.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/feeds/4776624097961234080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4120245058485068227&amp;postID=4776624097961234080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/4776624097961234080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120245058485068227/posts/default/4776624097961234080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocean-line.blogspot.com/2007/12/greatest-things.html' title='The Greatest Things'/><author><name>gsr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15117729371485794422</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-4120245058485068227.post-452225776401551631</id><published>2007-11-30T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:52:57.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 worst mistakes in Career Changing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hi… During my 2 weeks stay in Bangalore… I met many people…. Most of them are employed or self-employed… Yes, its great to feel yourself that you are working and saying others like I am working as this or I work as etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had come across few guys, who want to change their career because they are not happy with their job or their work environment. People say you will have to get used to it. Others say you cannot help it; you will have to stick it. Well, I have no comments on this. But here are given below, for your notice… if you are changing your career…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember… Job is for survival… Career is for &lt;em&gt;Lifetime&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing careers is never easy. Half the world thinks you've lost your mind, headhunters say you'll never work again and your relatives contribute the old "I told you so" routine. But for many burned-out, bored or multitalented folks who are sitting on skills they're not getting a chance to use, changing fields is the only way to keep from losing their marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of your career-change strategy, never make these 10 mistakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Don't Look for a Job in Another Field Without Some Intense Introspection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worse than leaping before you look. Make sure you're not escaping to a field that fits you just as poorly as your last. Be sure you do a thorough self-assessment first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Don't Look for Hot Fields Unless They're a Good Fit for You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't try to squeeze into your skinny cousin's suit, so why try a field because it works for him? People who are trying to help you will come along and do the equivalent of whispering "plastics" in your ear. Instead of jumping at their suggestions, take time to consider your options. Decide what you really want to do. When you enter a field just because it's hot, burnout isn't far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Don't Go into a Field Because Your Friend Is Doing Well in It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get thorough information about the fields you're considering by networking, reading and doing online research. Having informational interviews with alumni from your college, colleagues, friends or family is a fun way to get the scoop on different fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Don't Stick to Possibilities You Already Know About&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your perception of what might work for you. Read some job profiles, and explore career fields you learn about from self-assessment exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Don't Let Money Be the Deciding Factor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not enough money in the world to make you happy if your job doesn't suit you. Workplace dissatisfaction and stress is the number-one health problem for working adults. This is particularly true for career changers, who often earn less until they get their sea legs in a different field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Don't Keep Your Dissatisfaction to Yourself or Try to Make the Switch Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time to talk to people (probably not your boss just yet). Friends, family and colleagues need to know what's going on so they can help you tap into that large percentage of jobs that aren't advertised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Don't Go Back to School Unless You've Done Some Test-Drives in the New Field&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never too old for an internship, a volunteer experience or trying your hand at a contract assignment in a new field. There are lots of ways to get experience that won't cost you anything except your time. A new degree may or may not make the world sit up and take notice. Be very sure where you want to go before you put yourself through the pain and debt of another degree program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Be Careful When Using Placement Agencies or Search Firms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some research to be sure to find a good match. Ask those who work in the field you're trying to get into or other successful career changers for suggestions. Try to find a firm that knows how to be creative when placing career changers -- not one that solely focuses on moving people up the ladder in the same field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Don't Expect a Career Counsellor to Tell You Which Field to Enter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career advisors are facilitators, and they'll follow your lead. They can help ferret out your long-buried dreams and talents, but you'll have to do the research and the decision making by yourself. Anyone who promises to tell you what to do is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Don't Expect to Switch Overnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thorough career change usually will take a minimum of six months to pull off, and the time frequently stretches to a year or more.&lt;br /&gt;Changing fields is one of the most invigorating things you can do. 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