<?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-21209518</id><updated>2011-10-07T13:31:45.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In The End...</title><subtitle type='html'>It doesn't Even MATTER !!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-3558717674577620852</id><published>2009-01-07T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:56:08.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An email, which is really worth pondering upon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(132, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;We all love Sardar jokes. But do you know that Sikhs are one of the most hard working prosperous and diversified communities in the world. My friend told me about the following incident which I wish to share with you. It has had a deep impact on my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During last vacation, my few friends went to Delhi . They rented a taxi for local sight-seeing. The driver was an old Sardar and boys being boys, these pals began cracking Sardarji jokes, just to tease the old man. But to their surprise, the fellow remained unperturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the sight-seeing, they paid the cab hire-charges. The Sardar returned the change, but he gave each one of them one rupee extra and said, ''Son, since morning you have been telling Sardarji jokes. I listened to them all and let me tell you, some of them were in bad taste. Still, I don't mind coz I know that you are young blood and are yet to see the world. But I have one request. I am giving you one rupee&lt;br /&gt;each. Give it to the first Sardar beggar that you come across in this or any other city.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend continued,* ' That one rupee coin is still with me. I couldn't find a single Sardar begging anywhere.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: The secret behind their universal success, is their willingness to do any job with utmost dedication and pride. A Sardar will drive a truck or set up a roadside garage or a dhaba, put a fruit juice stall, take up small time carpentry,............ but he will never beg on the streets. Isn't this very thought provoking ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-3558717674577620852?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3558717674577620852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=3558717674577620852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/3558717674577620852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/3558717674577620852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2009/01/email-which-is-really-worth-pondering.html' title='An email, which is really worth pondering upon...'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-1208512396052498999</id><published>2009-01-06T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:00:14.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If a dog were your teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;If a dog were your teacher&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the lessons you might learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loved ones come home, always run to greet them&lt;br /&gt;Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride&lt;br /&gt;Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face&lt;br /&gt;to be pure ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's in your best interest&lt;br /&gt;practice obedience&lt;br /&gt;Let others know when they've invaded your territory&lt;br /&gt;Take naps and stretch before rising&lt;br /&gt;Run romp and play daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrive on attention and let people touch you&lt;br /&gt;Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do&lt;br /&gt;On warm days stop to lie on your back on the grass&lt;br /&gt;On hot days drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree&lt;br /&gt;When you're happy dance around and wag your entire body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how often you're scolded&lt;br /&gt;don't buy into the guilt thing and pout&lt;br /&gt;run right back and make friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight in the simple joy of a long walk&lt;br /&gt;Eat with gusto and enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;Stop when you have had enough&lt;br /&gt;Be loyal&lt;br /&gt;Never pretend to be something you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what you want lies buried&lt;br /&gt;dig until you find it&lt;br /&gt;When someone is having a bad day&lt;br /&gt;be silent .....&lt;br /&gt;...sit close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and nuzzle them gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-1208512396052498999?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1208512396052498999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=1208512396052498999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/1208512396052498999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/1208512396052498999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-dog-were-your-teacher.html' title='If a dog were your teacher'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-2422808754008785691</id><published>2008-08-13T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:44:04.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cherishing Moments</title><content type='html'>Time does not wait for you or me,&lt;br /&gt;days pass and years pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you lose ur love ones,&lt;br /&gt;u move away frm ur loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;ur life changes,&lt;br /&gt;ur frinds changes,&lt;br /&gt;everything changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ur heart has those precious moments attached with u,&lt;br /&gt;whether u want it or not..&lt;br /&gt;it is there making u happy at sad times&lt;br /&gt;and making it even more painful.&lt;br /&gt;At times ur heart has those moments&lt;br /&gt;in that corner where no one can see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what is it?",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;others ask seeing ur blank face&lt;br /&gt;and u just Smile and say&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nothing" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-2422808754008785691?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2422808754008785691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=2422808754008785691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/2422808754008785691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/2422808754008785691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2008/08/cherishing-moments.html' title='Cherishing Moments'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-6417523894352563864</id><published>2008-08-13T21:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:39:56.544+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself : Live for yourself...</title><content type='html'>Man comes into this world without his consent&lt;br /&gt;and leaves against his will.&lt;br /&gt;On earth he is misjudged and misunderstood;&lt;br /&gt;if he is a poor man,he has no brains;&lt;br /&gt;if he is arich man he is considered too smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he gives charity or does a good thing,&lt;br /&gt;it is just for advertisement;&lt;br /&gt;if he does not he is stingy and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he comes into the world&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to kiss him,&lt;br /&gt;but before he leaves&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to kick him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he dies too young,&lt;br /&gt;there was a great future in front of him,&lt;br /&gt;if he lives to ripe old age,&lt;br /&gt;everyone hopes he has made a will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is therefore impossible to please everyone,&lt;br /&gt;so do your duty and be fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your own common sense and&lt;br /&gt;even if you do make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;it is better than doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling,&lt;br /&gt;for nobody has time to hear about your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;They have wagon loads of their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-6417523894352563864?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6417523894352563864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=6417523894352563864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/6417523894352563864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/6417523894352563864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-yourself-live-for-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself : Live for yourself...'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-7275480577123633273</id><published>2008-08-13T21:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:36:57.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Struggle : Can't live with it; Can't live without it</title><content type='html'>A biology teacher was teaching his student how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. He told the students that in the next couple of hours, the butterfly would struggle to come out of the cocoon, but no one should help the butterfly. Then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were waiting and it happened. The butterfly struggled to get out of cocoon and against the advice of teacher; one of the students took pity on it and decided to help the butterfly out the cocoon. He broke the cocoon to help the butterfly so it didn’t have to struggle anymore. But, shortly afterwards, the butterfly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teacher returned, he was told what had happened. He explained to the students that it is the law of the nature that the struggle to come out of cocoon actually helps develop and strengthen the butterfly’s wings. By helping the butterfly, the boy had deprived the butterfly of its struggle and the butterfly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply this same principle to our lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing worthwhile in life comes without struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-7275480577123633273?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7275480577123633273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=7275480577123633273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/7275480577123633273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/7275480577123633273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2008/08/struggle-cant-live-with-it-cant-live.html' title='Struggle : Can&apos;t live with it; Can&apos;t live without it'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-3081931510394215524</id><published>2007-09-22T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:49:08.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Potato Garden</title><content type='html'>An old man lived alone.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.&lt;br /&gt;His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison.&lt;br /&gt;The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Son:&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty bad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant&lt;br /&gt;my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because&lt;br /&gt;your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be&lt;br /&gt;digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over.&lt;br /&gt;I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For HEAVEN'S SAKE, Dad,&lt;br /&gt;don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried the GUNS!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police&lt;br /&gt;officers showed up and started digging up the entire garden without finding&lt;br /&gt;any guns. Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him&lt;br /&gt;what happened and asking him what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son's reply was&lt;br /&gt;"Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad,&lt;br /&gt;It's the best I could do for you from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Moral Of the Story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. &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/21209518-3081931510394215524?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3081931510394215524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=3081931510394215524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/3081931510394215524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/3081931510394215524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2007/09/old-man-lived-alone.html' title='Potato Garden'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-6926063631190047009</id><published>2007-09-22T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:50:17.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sad Story</title><content type='html'>A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after&lt;br /&gt;having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask.&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something you should know," the son continued,&lt;br /&gt;"he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine&lt;br /&gt;and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go,&lt;br /&gt;and I want him to come live with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking.&lt;br /&gt;Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us.&lt;br /&gt;We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like&lt;br /&gt;this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home&lt;br /&gt;and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard&lt;br /&gt;nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received&lt;br /&gt;a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after&lt;br /&gt;falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken&lt;br /&gt;to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him,&lt;br /&gt;but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;their son had only one arm and one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The parents in this story are like many of us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;beautiful, or smart as we are.&lt;br /&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/21209518-6926063631190047009?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6926063631190047009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=6926063631190047009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/6926063631190047009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/6926063631190047009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2007/09/sad-story.html' title='Sad Story'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-7320192625304114488</id><published>2007-09-22T20:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:48:24.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Puppies For Sale</title><content type='html'>A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale."&lt;br /&gt;Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough,&lt;br /&gt;a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign.&lt;br /&gt;"How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."&lt;br /&gt;The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change.&lt;br /&gt;"I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?"&lt;br /&gt;The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady,&lt;br /&gt;who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.&lt;br /&gt;One puppy was lagging considerably behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said,&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with that little dog?" The store owner explained&lt;br /&gt;that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered&lt;br /&gt;it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy became excited. "That is the puppy that I want to buy."&lt;br /&gt;The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog.&lt;br /&gt;If you really want him, I'll just give him to you." The little boy got&lt;br /&gt;quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes,&lt;br /&gt;pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me.&lt;br /&gt;That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month&lt;br /&gt;until I have him paid for." The store owner countered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really don't want to buy this little dog.&lt;br /&gt;He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like&lt;br /&gt;the other puppies." To his surprise, the little boy reached down and&lt;br /&gt;rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg&lt;br /&gt;supported by a big metal brace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the store owner and softly replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't run so well myself,&lt;br /&gt;and the little puppy will need someone who understands!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We ALL need someone who Understands!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-7320192625304114488?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7320192625304114488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=7320192625304114488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/7320192625304114488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/7320192625304114488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2007/09/puppies-for-sale.html' title='Puppies For Sale'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-3938179889972832488</id><published>2007-08-20T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:59:27.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reason, Season &amp; Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or for a LIFETIME….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When someone is in your life for &lt;strong&gt;a REASON&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to provide you with guidance and support,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; They may seem like a godsend and they actually are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,&lt;br /&gt; this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die or get too busy wid sumbdy else...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they juz walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met,&lt;br /&gt; our desire fulfilled, their work is done.&lt;br /&gt; The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people come into your life for &lt;strong&gt;a SEASON&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.&lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; They may teach you something you have never done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Believe it, it is real. But only for a season !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/strong&gt; relationships teach you lifetime lessons,&lt;br /&gt;things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-3938179889972832488?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3938179889972832488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=3938179889972832488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/3938179889972832488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/3938179889972832488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2007/08/reason-season-lifetime.html' title='Reason, Season &amp; Lifetime'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-6615774903863160106</id><published>2007-08-20T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:01:07.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Management Fundae</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson Number One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day.&lt;br /&gt;A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I&lt;br /&gt;also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crow answered "Sure, why not."&lt;br /&gt;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and&lt;br /&gt;rested.All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the&lt;br /&gt;rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management Lesson:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very, very high up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson Number Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to&lt;br /&gt;be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the&lt;br /&gt; turkey, "but Ihaven't got the energy."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?"&lt;br /&gt; replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients."&lt;br /&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that&lt;br /&gt;it actually gave him enough strength to reach the&lt;br /&gt;first branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after eating some more dung,&lt;br /&gt; he reached the second branch.Finally after a fortnight,&lt;br /&gt;there he was proudly perched at the top ofthe tree.&lt;br /&gt;Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer,who shot the&lt;br /&gt;turkey out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management Lesson: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;____________________________________________________________________ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson Number Three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was&lt;br /&gt;so cold, the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field.&lt;br /&gt;While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped&lt;br /&gt;some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the&lt;br /&gt;pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there&lt;br /&gt;all warm and happy and soon began to sing for joy.&lt;br /&gt;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to&lt;br /&gt;investigate.Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under&lt;br /&gt;the pile of cow dung and promptly dug him out and ate him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management Lessons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Not everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is yourfriend.&lt;br /&gt;3) And when you're in deep shit, keep your mouthshut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-6615774903863160106?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6615774903863160106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=6615774903863160106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/6615774903863160106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/6615774903863160106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2007/08/management-fundae.html' title='Management Fundae'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-2895685933846990409</id><published>2007-02-17T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:38:01.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coffee &amp; cups</title><content type='html'>A group of old boys, highly established in their careers,&lt;br /&gt; got together to  visit their old secondary school principal.&lt;br /&gt;Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the principal went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain,plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the principal said:"If  you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, Leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.&lt;br /&gt;While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you Consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society Are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-2895685933846990409?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2895685933846990409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=2895685933846990409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/2895685933846990409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/2895685933846990409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2007/02/coffee-cups.html' title='Coffee &amp; cups'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-116575084883358684</id><published>2006-12-10T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:25:29.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dark Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't look at me like I can save your soul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Shattered Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Falls Apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just Another Result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of A Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Look into my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;notice they are mirrors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;only reflecting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;never seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get what you want...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes walking&lt;br /&gt;on a bed of broken glass&lt;br /&gt;is the only way to make people understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Late at night I can hear your voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talking shit about all my choices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You would think you've known me forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just because you know my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her story has eight legs to it,&lt;br /&gt;And plenty of odd spins.&lt;br /&gt;The black widow they call her.&lt;br /&gt;Queen of a thousand sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-116575084883358684?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/116575084883358684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=116575084883358684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/116575084883358684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/116575084883358684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/12/dark-quotes.html' title='Dark Quotes'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-116006667957072882</id><published>2006-10-05T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:14:39.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Love hurts..Still i love her"</title><content type='html'>I'm not begging u to love me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even asking you&lt;br /&gt;but is'nt it alright&lt;br /&gt;If i cherish that hope in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;If i just dream of holding ur hand..&lt;br /&gt;It will hurt me - not u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep my eyes from shining when they see you&lt;br /&gt;and i promise&lt;br /&gt;I will not try to smile that special smile&lt;br /&gt;when u say hello&lt;br /&gt;but please&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me&lt;br /&gt;not to love you.....&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CANT DO THAT......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-116006667957072882?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/116006667957072882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=116006667957072882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/116006667957072882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/116006667957072882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-hurtsstill-i-love-her.html' title='&quot;Love hurts..Still i love her&quot;'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115741542063894394</id><published>2006-09-05T05:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T05:47:00.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Career Songs - The 8 stages</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. when in college :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hum honge kaamiyaab, Hum honge kaam iyaab ek din.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. when giving interview to Multi National Company:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tu hi re.. Too hi re ....tere binaaa main kaise jiyunn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. waiting for interview result:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Intehaa ho gai Intzaarki.. aayinaaa kuch khabar mere yaarki ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. just joined:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Too cheez badi hai mast mast.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. after some time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ye kahaan aa gaye hum??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. After some more time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Naa koyi umang hai, naa koyi tarang hai, meri jindagi ek kati Pathang hai (booohoooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. floating the resume:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; kabootar ja ja ja... kabootar ja ja ja... pehele pyar ki peheli chitthi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. finally when you don't get a better offer any longer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeena Yehaan, marna Yehaan iske siwa jaana Kahaa...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115741542063894394?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115741542063894394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115741542063894394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115741542063894394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115741542063894394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/09/career-songs-8-stages.html' title='Career Songs - The 8 stages'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115672188686939712</id><published>2006-08-28T05:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T05:49:33.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing Those Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Missing Those Days...&lt;br /&gt;Tht Beautiful Life&lt;br /&gt;Those Charming Frnds&lt;br /&gt;the Competitons &amp; the football matches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Antaksharis in the class&lt;br /&gt;tht "CMS trip"&lt;br /&gt;we brought with us the phrase..&lt;br /&gt;"Don't show ur Cheapness, YAAR !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Class 6th &amp;amp; the evergreen&lt;br /&gt;Garden outside its window&lt;br /&gt;The feelings tht came with first drop of rain...&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings have lost their value&lt;br /&gt;in the course of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m missin those Memories&lt;br /&gt;which r Fading away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Suyash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115672188686939712?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115672188686939712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115672188686939712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115672188686939712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115672188686939712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing-those-days.html' title='Missing Those Days...'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115605198784312552</id><published>2006-08-20T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:16:46.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up - just keep the Faith !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In the name of &lt;strong&gt;"Sai Baba"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i present u this beautiful story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I decided to quit...&lt;br /&gt;quit my job,&lt;br /&gt;my relationship,&lt;br /&gt;my spirituality...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to quit my life.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'God !' , I said, 'Can you give me one good reason not to quit? '&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me...&lt;br /&gt;'Look around, He said. Do you see the fern and the bamboo? '&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', I replied.&lt;br /&gt;'When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water.The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grewmore vibrant and plentiful.And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.' He said.&lt;br /&gt;'In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit.' He said.&lt;br /&gt;'Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...&lt;br /&gt;But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;It had spent the five years growing roots.&lt;br /&gt;Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.',He said to me.&lt;br /&gt;'Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, You have actually been growing roots. I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.'&lt;br /&gt;'Don't compare yourself to others', He said.&lt;br /&gt;'The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Your time will come', God said to me, 'You will rise high '&lt;br /&gt;'How high should I rise?', I asked.&lt;br /&gt;'How high will the bamboo rise?', He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;'As high as it can', I answered&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', He said, 'Give me glory by rising as high as you can !!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115605198784312552?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115605198784312552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115605198784312552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115605198784312552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115605198784312552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/08/never-give-up-just-keep-faith.html' title='Never Give Up - just keep the Faith !!'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115590308350645438</id><published>2006-08-18T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:41:23.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fight Against Chappal-Chor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/400/image5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115590308350645438?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115590308350645438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115590308350645438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115590308350645438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115590308350645438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/08/fight-against-chappal-chor.html' title='Fight Against Chappal-Chor'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115508748611984559</id><published>2006-08-09T07:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:08:06.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You say it best... When you say nothing at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The smile on your face...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets me know that you need me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s a truth in your eyes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayin’ you’ll never leave me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The touch of your hand...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;says you’ll catch me if ever I fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say it best.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you say nothing at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Song: When You Say Nothing At All )&lt;br /&gt;(Artist: Alison Krauss)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115508748611984559?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115508748611984559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115508748611984559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115508748611984559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115508748611984559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-say-it-best-when-you-say-nothing.html' title='You say it best... When you say nothing at all'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115483058512873505</id><published>2006-08-06T07:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:56:57.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Week !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here Are a few Quotes dedicated to All my Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can choose your friends but not your relatives" - Hiren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is a friend?&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you...&lt;br /&gt;it is someone with whom&lt;br /&gt;you dare to be yourself."&lt;br /&gt;- Frank Crane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be dismayed at good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;A farewell is necessary before you can&lt;br /&gt;meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes,&lt;br /&gt;is certain for those who are friends."- Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is someone who is there for you&lt;br /&gt;when he'd rather be somewhere else."- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The better you know someone, the less there is to say.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, there's less that needs to be said."- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can miles truly separate us from friends?&lt;br /&gt;If we want to be with someone we love, aren't we already there?"- Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light."- Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a friend's in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;don't insult him by asking what you can do,&lt;br /&gt;think for yourself and start doing it."- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A brother is not always a friend,&lt;br /&gt;but a friend is always a brother."- Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115483058512873505?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115483058512873505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115483058512873505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115483058512873505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115483058512873505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-friendship-week.html' title='Happy Friendship Week !!'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115469326429599357</id><published>2006-08-04T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:49:15.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny &amp; Naughty Quotes !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I Thought I Could Trust U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U Said U Wouldn't Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But Then U Ran Off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With MY GIRL !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;shy; &amp;shy; &amp;shy; &amp;shy;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always darkest before dawn.....&lt;br /&gt;So if you're going to STEAL the neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're Only Bad If You're Caught... So That Makes Me A Good Guy, RIGHT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Warning: Dates in calendar are closer than they appear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your Village Just Called, Their Missing Their Idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are 3 kinds of people:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Those who can count&lt;br /&gt;3. Those who can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day,&lt;br /&gt;Teach him how to fish,and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I didn't say it was your fault,&lt;br /&gt;I said I was going to BLAME you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If It Weren't For Girls, I'd Quit College!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Join the Army,&lt;br /&gt;Meet interesting people, and kill them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Multitasking means screwing up several things at once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your lips !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; For the same reason dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I WILL NOT CHASE THE GIRLS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I WILL NOT CHASE THE GIRLS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I WILL NOT CHASE THE GIRLS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;UNLESS THEY PROVOKE ME !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115469326429599357?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115469326429599357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115469326429599357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115469326429599357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115469326429599357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-naughty-quotes.html' title='Funny &amp; Naughty Quotes !!'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115427814695583329</id><published>2006-07-30T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:11:17.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cool Avatars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/10566.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/10566.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/031029_hardore.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/031029_hardore.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/40092.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/40092.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/25063.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/25063.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/55632.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/55632.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/50486.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/50486.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/030909tv07.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/030909tv07.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/0143_neos2d_dragon.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/0143_neos2d_dragon.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/1600/2004_02_04_cow.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2352/2143/320/2004_02_04_cow.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115427814695583329?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115427814695583329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115427814695583329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115427814695583329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115427814695583329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/07/cool-avatars.html' title='Cool Avatars'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115413843902775719</id><published>2006-07-29T07:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:42:30.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Coffee !!</title><content type='html'>He met her on a party, she was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her,while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to polite, she promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he asked the waiter: would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee. Everybody stared at him, so strange!&lt;br /&gt;His face turned red, but, still he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?&lt;br /&gt;He replied: when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could felt the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesick, he must be a man loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she also started to talk,talked about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. that was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continue to date. She found actually he was a man who meets all her demands: he was tolerant, kind hearted, warm, careful...he was such a good guy but she almost missed him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to his salty coffee!&lt;br /&gt;Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life...&lt;br /&gt;And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you----the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It's hard for me to change so I just go ahead. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..Now I'm dying, I am afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste..but I have the salty coffee for my whole life since I knew you, never feel sorry for anything I do for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you as my whole life wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone asked her: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what's the taste of salty coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She replied:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It's sweet&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115413843902775719?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115413843902775719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115413843902775719&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115413843902775719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115413843902775719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-coffee.html' title='Sweet Coffee !!'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115413766557088945</id><published>2006-07-29T07:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:18:38.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward !!</title><content type='html'>He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His 20-year-old Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm?&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my name is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and he hurt his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened, had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "...and think of me". He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out-of-work actor -it didn't ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin, under which were four $100 bills.&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady had written "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do : Do not let this chain of love end with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.That night when she arrived home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed that money? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard on both of them. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,&lt;br /&gt;"Everything's going to be all right;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I love you, Bryan&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115413766557088945?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115413766557088945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115413766557088945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115413766557088945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115413766557088945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/07/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward !!'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115312952917017431</id><published>2006-07-17T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:25:25.547+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are 3 kinds of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Those who can count&lt;br /&gt;3. Those who can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I WILL NOT CHASE THE GIRLS !&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT CHASE THE GIRLS !&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT CHASE THE GIRLS !&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS THEY PROVOKE ME !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When You Finally Find The Perfect Girl You Think To Yourself, Why Isn't She Taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're Only Bad If You're Caught... So That Makes Me A Good Guy, RIGHT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: Dates in calendar are closer than they appear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dawn To Dawn&lt;br /&gt;Dusk To Dusk&lt;br /&gt;Life's Too Short&lt;br /&gt;So Party We Must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never Fall In Love With The Girl Next Door.... Trust Me She Will Move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your Village Just Called, Their Missing Their Idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Thought I Could Trust U&lt;br /&gt;U Said U Wouldn't Lie&lt;br /&gt;But Then U Ran Off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With MY GIRL !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If It Weren't For Girls, I'd Quit College!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Gravity is a Myth..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the earth sucks!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day,&lt;br /&gt;Teach him how to fish,and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I didn't say it was your fault,&lt;br /&gt;I said I was going to BLAME you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's always darkest before dawn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So if you're going to STEAL the neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Join the Army,&lt;br /&gt;Meet interesting people, and kill them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Multitasking means screwing up several things at once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your lips !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; For the same reason dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If at first you don't succeed,&lt;br /&gt;Destroy all evidence that you tried !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I May Not Always Be Right But Im NEVER Wrong !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115312952917017431?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115312952917017431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115312179710961693</id><published>2006-07-17T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:48:58.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Romantica - The Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know i'm crazy about someone&lt;br /&gt;when i take a longer way to class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;even if it means climbing an extra set of stairs,&lt;br /&gt;just to walk by Her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;the Sweetest eyes can be looking at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;those are the Eyes that will never forget you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;but you don't Notice them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;until your eyes are fixed on the ones that will Break your heart !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A Girl And A Guy Can Be Just Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But At One Point Or Another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They Will Fall For Each Other.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Maybe Temporarily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Maybe At The Wrong Time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Maybe Too Late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or Maybe Forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A Break Up Is Like A Broken Mirror...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It Is Better To Leave It Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Than Hurt Urself Trying To Fix It Back Together... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I Look At The Moon And A Single Star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's Making Me Crazy Wondering Where You Are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I Reach Out And Touch That Heavenly Face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Open My Hand And There's Empty Space...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;How Come You Have Enough Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;To Go Out And Make Other People Fall In Love With You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But You Don't Have Enough Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;To Pay Attention To The One Who Already Does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Never give up if you still want to try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Never wipe your ur tears if you still want to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Never settle for the answer if you still want to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Never say you don't love her if you can't let her go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Nobody understands why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But I don't want to tell them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;because I am afraid that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;they'll fall in love with you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-I Never Meant Tø Hurt Yøu- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-But-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-Yøu're Pretty When Yøu Cry-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-I Never Really Løved Yøu-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-But-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-I'm Pretty When I Lie-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115312179710961693?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115311940123113712</id><published>2006-07-17T12:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:48:37.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quotes - The Compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"You May Shoot Me With Your Words,&lt;br /&gt;You May Cut Me With Your Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You May Kill Me With Your Hatefullness,&lt;br /&gt;But Still, Like Air, I'll Rise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Heaven Won't Have Me And Hells Afraid I'll Take Over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;You Might Regret What You Do&lt;br /&gt;But You'll You Regret What You Don't Do SO Much More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Fear Is Nothing But The Anticipation Of Pain, Be It Physical, Mental, Spiritual Or Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;If Its A Good Idea, Go Ahead And Do It,&lt;br /&gt;Its Much Easier To Apologize Then It Is To Get Permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Don't Cry Over Anyone Who Won't Cry Over You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Things Maybe Not What They Seem&lt;br /&gt;But Its Just Because Life Is Messed Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"When One Door Closes, Another One Opens,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes We Look So Long At The Closed Door,&lt;br /&gt;We Don't See The One That Has Opened..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"Men Kick Friendship Around Like A Football And It Doesn't Seem To Crack.&lt;br /&gt;Women Treat It Like Glass And It Falls To Pieces"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Don't Tell Me How To Pick My Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Good At That, Remember--I Picked You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;if i worked as much as others, i would do as little as they...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;the only things we regret in life are the chances we didn't take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;~~~the Great Pleasure in life iS DoinG what People say u can NOT~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive me now&lt;/strong&gt; - tomorrow I may no longer feel guilty !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Don't be irreplaceable; if you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If you can't convince them, confuse them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;You can do more with a kind word and a gun than with just a kind word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115311940123113712?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115311940123113712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115311940123113712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115311940123113712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115311940123113712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/07/quotes-compilation.html' title='Quotes - The Compilation'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115271822028920795</id><published>2006-07-12T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:01:59.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Engineering Song-2</title><content type='html'>"EK LADKI THI DEEWANI SI&lt;br /&gt;EK SUBJECT PE WO MARTI THI&lt;br /&gt;BOOKS UTHAKAR, CHASHMA LAGAKAR&lt;br /&gt;LIBRARY SE GUZARTI THI&lt;br /&gt;KUCHH PADNA THA SHAYAD USKO&lt;br /&gt;JAANE KISSE DARTI THI&lt;br /&gt;JAB BHI MILTI THI MUJHSE,&lt;br /&gt;MUJHSE POOCHHA KARTI THI&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEERING KAISE HOTI HAI&lt;br /&gt;YE ENGINEERING KAISE HOTI HAI !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUR MEIN BAS ITNA KEH PATA THA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KITABEN KHULI HON YA HON BAND&lt;br /&gt;PADHAI LAST NIGHT HI HOTI HAI&lt;br /&gt;KAISE KAHOON MAIN O YAARA&lt;br /&gt;YE ENGINEERING AISE HOTI HAI"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115271822028920795?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115271822028920795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115271822028920795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115271822028920795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115271822028920795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/07/engineering-song-2.html' title='Engineering Song-2'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115271448431227406</id><published>2006-07-12T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:17:53.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Engineering Song-1</title><content type='html'>Yeh Degree bhi lelo, Yeh Naukri bhi lelo,&lt;br /&gt;Bhale mujhse lelo woh US ka Visa,&lt;br /&gt;Magar mujhko lauta do college ka canteen,&lt;br /&gt;Woh TeeKha Samosaa, Woh thanda saaa paani,&lt;br /&gt;Woh Teekha Samosa, Woh thanda saaa paani…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh College ki sabse - purani nishaanee,&lt;br /&gt;Woh chai vaalaa jisko - saare kehte the... jaani,&lt;br /&gt;Woh jaani ke hathon - ki 'cutting' chai meethi,&lt;br /&gt;Woh chup-kese journal - mein jo bheji thi chitthi,&lt;br /&gt;Woh padhte hi chitthi - tha uska bhadakna,&lt;br /&gt;Woh chehre ki laali, woh aankhon kaa gussaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh teekha samosa, woh thanda saaa paani………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadi dhoop mein - apni room se nikalnaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh project ki Khatir - tha dar dar bhataknaa ,&lt;br /&gt;Woh lecture mein doston - ki proxy lagaanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh sir ko chidana, aeroplane udaanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh submission ki raton - ko jagna jagaanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh vivas ke kisse, woh pracs ki kahani....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh teekha samosa, woh thanda saaa paani……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh dena Bimaari - ka har time bahana,&lt;br /&gt;Woh doosron ka assignment - ko apnaa banana,&lt;br /&gt;Woh seminar ke din - pairon ka chat-patanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh workshop mein din bhar - pasinaa bahanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh slogans banana - aur Gym me rakhadna,&lt;br /&gt;Phir Exam ke din ko – tha bechain hona,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh teekha samosa, woh thanda saaa paani……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College ki thi - woh lambi si raatein,&lt;br /&gt;Woh doston se tapre pe - pyaari si Baatein;&lt;br /&gt;Woh gathering ke din ka – jo ladnaa Jhagadnaa;&lt;br /&gt;Woh kudiyon ka yuhin - hamesha akadnaa;&lt;br /&gt;Bhulaaye nahin bhool sakta hai koi -------&lt;br /&gt;Woh college, woh baatein, woh guzara jamana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh teekha samosa, Woh thanda saaa paani…….&lt;br /&gt;Woh teekha samosa, Woh thanda saaa paani…….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115271448431227406?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115267322165430768</id><published>2006-07-12T08:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:49:24.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Real Friends</title><content type='html'>Horror gripped the heart of the soldier,as he saw his life-long friend fall in battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No Man's Land"&lt;/span&gt; between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can go," said the lieutenant, "but I don't think it will be worth it.Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your own life away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder, and bring him back to their company's trench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench,the officer checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead, and you are mortally wounded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was worth it,sir," the soldier said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive,&lt;br /&gt;he looked into my eyes &amp;amp; said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Jim, I knew you'd come'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115267322165430768?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115267322165430768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115267322165430768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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people decided to pray for rain.&lt;br /&gt;On the day of prayer all people gathered and only one boy came with an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Confidence...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TRUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trust should be like the feeling of a one year old baby when you throw him in the air ,&lt;br /&gt;He laughs......&lt;br /&gt;because he knows you will catch him........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Trust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115267177935726805?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115267177935726805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115267177935726805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115267177935726805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115267177935726805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/07/confidence-trust.html' title='CONFIDENCE &amp; TRUST'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115234925686142067</id><published>2006-07-08T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:49:57.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kuch Behtreen Shayri</title><content type='html'>"Saath rehte rehte yuhin waqt guzar jayega&lt;br /&gt;Door hone ke baad kaun kise yaad aayega&lt;br /&gt;Jee lo ye pal jab humsath hai&lt;br /&gt;kal ka kya pata, waqt kahan le jayega "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zarurat hi nahi alfaz ki,&lt;br /&gt;Dosti to bas cheeze hai ahsas ki,&lt;br /&gt;Pass hote to kya manzar hota,&lt;br /&gt;Door se hi khabar hai hame apki har sas ki"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Humko Mili Hain Aaj Yeh Ghadiyaan Naseeb Se&lt;br /&gt;Jee Bhar Ke Dekh Lijiye Humko Qareeb Se&lt;br /&gt;Phir Aapke Naseeb Mein Yeh Baat Ho Na Ho&lt;br /&gt;Shaayad Phir Is Janam Mein Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sawaal paani ka nahi, Pyaas ka hai,&lt;br /&gt;Sawaal maut ka nahi, Saans ka hai,&lt;br /&gt;Dost to duniya mein bahut hain magar,&lt;br /&gt;Sawaal dosti ka nahi Vishwas ka hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bekhudi ki zindagi hum jiya nahi karte,&lt;br /&gt;jaam dusron se cheen kar hum piya nahi karte,&lt;br /&gt;agar unko mohabbat hai toh hum se akar izhaar kare,&lt;br /&gt;peecha hum bhi kissi ka kiya nahi karte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kar ja kuch aisa Yaari me,&lt;br /&gt;ki 'THANKS' aur 'SORRY' words baimaan lage,&lt;br /&gt;nibha aisi yaari,&lt;br /&gt;ki yaar ko tumhe chhodna mushkil aur duniya chhodna aasan lage"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209518-115234925686142067?l=isuyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/feeds/115234925686142067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209518&amp;postID=115234925686142067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115234925686142067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209518/posts/default/115234925686142067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuyash.blogspot.com/2006/07/kuch-behtreen-shayri.html' title='Kuch Behtreen Shayri'/><author><name>Suyash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762879018419186252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115234613770617922</id><published>2006-07-08T13:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:37:01.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some more Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wo beete din - Tanya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh beetein din yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;woh pal cheen yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;gujare tere sang jo&lt;br /&gt;lagaa ke tujhe ang jo&lt;br /&gt;woh muskana tera&lt;br /&gt;woh sharmana tera&lt;br /&gt;december ka shama&lt;br /&gt;who beeghi beeghi shardiyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh mausum kya hua&lt;br /&gt;na jane kahan kho gaya&lt;br /&gt;bas yaadeineeee baaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So gaya yeh Jahan - Mukesh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gaya yeh jahan, so gaya aasma&lt;br /&gt;So gayi hai saari manzile, O saari manzile,&lt;br /&gt;So gaya hai rasta,&lt;br /&gt;So gaya yeh jahan, so gaya aasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raat aayi tho woh jinke ghar the,&lt;br /&gt;Woh ghar ko gaye so gaye,&lt;br /&gt;Raat aayi tho hum jaise aawara&lt;br /&gt;Phir nikle raahon mein aaur kho gaye&lt;br /&gt;Is gali us gali, is nagar us nagar,&lt;br /&gt;Jaaye bhi tho kaha jaana chahe agar,&lt;br /&gt;O, So gayi hai saari manzile,&lt;br /&gt;O, Sari manzile,&lt;br /&gt;So gaya hai rasta,&lt;br /&gt;So gaya yeh jahan, so gaya aasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zindagi Ke Safar Mein - Kishore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Ke Safar Mein,Guzar Jaate Hain Jo Makaam&lt;br /&gt;Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate&lt;br /&gt;Phool Khilte Hain, Log Milte Hain&lt;br /&gt;MagarPatjhad Mein Jo Phool Murjha Jaate Hain&lt;br /&gt;Vo Baharon Ke Aane Se Khilte Nahin&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh Log Ik Roz Jo Bichhad Jaate Hain&lt;br /&gt;Vo Hazaron Ke Aane Se Milte Nahin&lt;br /&gt;Umra Bhar Chahe Koi Pukaara Kare Unka Naam&lt;br /&gt;Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aankh Dhokha Hai, Kya Bharosa Hai&lt;br /&gt;SunoDoston Shaq Dosti Ka Dushman Hai&lt;br /&gt;Apne Dil Mein Ise Ghar Banane Na Do&lt;br /&gt;Kal Tadapna Pade Yaad Mein Jinki&lt;br /&gt;Rok Lo Rooth Kar Unko Jaane Na Do&lt;br /&gt;Baad Mein Pyaar Ke Chahe Bhejo Hazaron Salaam&lt;br /&gt;Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/medium/276/26730276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209518.post-115216835046170646</id><published>2006-07-06T11:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:36:35.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics from some of my favourite Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In The End - Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard And got so far,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end It doesn't even matter...&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall To lose it all,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end It doesn't even matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't the way they were before,&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even recognize me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Not that you knew me back then,&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me (in the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady in Red - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris De Burgh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing,&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side,&lt;br /&gt;And when you turned to me and smiled, It took my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;I have never had such a feeling....&lt;br /&gt;Such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mask Of Zorro - Marc Anthony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes rise, heroes fall&lt;br /&gt;Rise again, win it all&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, can't you feel the glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our joy, through our pain&lt;br /&gt;We can move worlds again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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