<?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-3548717464380922837</id><updated>2012-01-18T08:02:03.289+05:30</updated><category term='sirf movie song'/><category term='Pehla woh pyaar lyrics'/><title type='text'>Something Never Changes and Somethings always do..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-244663427301243877</id><published>2011-12-29T12:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:30:04.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two different people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;We met and we move aways...and we knowsituation will be much much different than it was the moment of the dreams, but its certainly gives us courage and smile to face the world for better tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;When&amp;nbsp;we started the journey to come and met on that december evening few years ago, a total stranger, a unknown identitiy,&amp;nbsp;We never knew it will become a unseparatable part of our memory. Today your words, and your thoughts have made me realise i was wrong somewhere for not to tell you what i felt for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;दूर कुठेतरी&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;शांत समुद्रकिनारी ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;कुशीत तुझ्या मी&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;अन गुंफलेले हातात हात...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;थोडेसं लाटांसोबत अन&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;थोडेसं एकमेकांसोबत खेळून ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;मावळत्या सूर्याच्या साक्षीने ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;एकमेकांकडे पाहत&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;सारया जगाला आज विसरून जावू ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;मिठीत एकमेकांच्या ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;चल ना रे सख्या&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;आज आपण विरघळून जावू ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;You know, that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy. And the only thing in focus is you and that person. And you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment you get this gift. And you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;There is a place You can touch a woman or man That will drive them crazy.and that place is heart, you have made me crazy.. and i am thankful to you for that.. ...I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;There isn't another soul on this planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there.. between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me. There is strange words, but they are, It's not like love at first sight really. It's more like...gravity moves. When i see you, suddenly it's not the earth holding me here anymore. you does. And nothing matters more than you. And i would do anything for you, be anything for you.. I become whatever you needs me to be, whether that's a protector, or a friend or&amp;nbsp; anything else you wish me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because i know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when i lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other; for those were some of the best times of my life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I tried to convince myself I didn't want you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I just can't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I don't want to see you move on, but I'm not doing much about it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;We're two different people and I wish it would stop, because&lt;em&gt; I'm living to die and dieing to live&lt;/em&gt;, but it doesnt mean a thing to me, until I have you. I felt so good when I was with you, you made me feel like the world; to hear i was your favorite and the best you ever had. You were not ashamed and would hold my hand anywhere. We'd talk for hours. felt like heaven when I was with you; and now that you're gone im hurting like hell. I miss you so much, and I wish you were here, but I made the wrong choice and its too late, too many mistakes had been made and i lost you, forever -- Honestly, I dont even know wat really happened. When i think abt it, all i remember is that i tried and i tried really hard. But u din seem happy anymore no matter how hard i tried. So i called it quits. All i have ever wanted is ur mesmerizing smile lighting up my life. And i was just not able to feel that. Sorry, if ever i have hurt you. But the only thing that i wish for now is ur happiness. If ever you realize that ur happiness is with me then ur always welcome. I am and i will always be here for u. But even if u happen to find it somewhere else, rest assured I'll be the happiest for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;એક દી’ એમણે પોતે જાતે કહ્યું,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;‘સુનિલ’ આજે જરા મારુ વર્ણન કરો.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;મારા વિશે જરા થોડા રૂપક કહો,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;થોડી ઉપમાઓનું આજ સર્જન કરો.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;કેવી હાલત ભલા થઇ હશે એ સમયે,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;એ તો દિલ વાળા જે હોય કલ્પી શકે,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;જેણે બાંધ્યો હો રૂપાળો રિશ્તો કદી,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;એ જ સમજી શકે, એ જ જાણી શકે.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;કોક બીજાની હોતે જો આ માંગણી,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;હું’ય દિલ ખોલીને આજ વર્ણન કરત.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;આ સભા દાદ દઇને દઇને થાકી જતે,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;એવા સાહિત્યનું આજ સર્જન કરત.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;પણ પ્રણેતા હો રૂપકના જેઓ ભલા&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;એ જ રૂપક જો ચાહે તો હું શું કરું ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;જેની પાસેથી ઉપમાઓ તાલીમ લે,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;એ જ ઉપમાઓ માંગે તો હું શું કરું ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;તે છતાં મે કહ્યું, મારે કહેવું પડ્યું,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;છો રૂપાળા તમે, ખૂબ સારા તમે,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;આંખ બહુ મસ્ત છે, ચાલ બહુ ખૂબ છે,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;અંગે અંગે છો નખશીખ પ્યારા તમે.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;કેવી સીધીને સાદી હતી વાત આ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;કેવા ભોળા હતા તેઓ ઝૂમી ગયા.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;બોલ્યા કેવા મજાના છો શાયર તમે,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;કેવુ સારું ને મનગમતું બોલી ગયા.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Here, the poem which I put describes the best feeling of the description of beauty. It says, today for the first time you only told me to describe yourself… and said, “Sunil please describe me today, tell me something about my beauty and my creations”… you will never imagine my condition at that time, people who has heart can only understand how much difficult it was to describe the beauty of beauty itself? If it could have someone else, I could have described like no one could have ever listened and everyone around will be surprised to listen…but how can I praise someone who itself is definition of eternal beauty. Looks and charms take training from you, and that person only asks me describe her charm than how can I? Still I had to say, you are too pretty, eyes are beautiful, walk is too elegant, and top to bottom you are definition of beauty.. How simple and straight it was, and how innocent you were… and told me, “Sunil, how good you are, how good you said, it touched straight to heart”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Isn’t is beautiful?? Same situation can arise to me when you will tell me to describe your beauty… I won’t be able to do it as you are an beauty itself….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;guess i can write a full book on the emotions of time we had. I can write a hell lot of big big book on it but in short, it was a lifewhich made me realise that the feeling which i have given you is not in corner of your heart but its all in you. It just that i am fool to not to notice some time.. please forgive me for that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-244663427301243877?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/244663427301243877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=244663427301243877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/244663427301243877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/244663427301243877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-different-people.html' title='Two different people'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8218019345774113330</id><published>2011-09-07T15:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:37:21.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what society will think....</title><content type='html'>Its a beautiful afternoon in the mumbai and some pretty songs playing in the ears.. and there is comes the memory of the person who made you smile... and now you get moisture on the memory of those laughs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some pretty good days around... The&amp;nbsp;moment we brought to this world, rules are associated with each and everything, do things this way... if you do this than what others will think.. you&amp;nbsp;cant talk this way... you cant go and get your self wet in rain... dont play in mud... think what others will think of your dress... think what society will think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the f**k is surrounding to enforce things on us? I agree there is a need to do have a society and there is need to rule book. But is this rule book to be followed for sake of self scarifice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember beautiful scene(s) from so many movies, let me talk of movie "Accepted", where a person doesnt get admission in the college and that young mind is so afraid of so called society, parents expectaion that he does what he should not and end up being doing what he desired... and that what i call the icing on the cake when burden of what society will think, makes you do unexpected and that too in favour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was something that bought good in the person's life. But what if it was otherwise? My mom ,always wanted to study and finish graduation and society or mind set of&amp;nbsp;her family, forced her to get married when she was just 18. Thats when she decided she will make her child study as far as they want.. why we decide something when it does wrong with us? Why cant we decide otherwise? When I speak to my mom, she says, she wanted to study but her father wont let her do, because her brother had to go to school (guys it really happend with my mom) and than she thought to support her kids to school. I am really sad to think that what society makes us do. They are here for good, to give us hope and to stand by us and not here to make us do what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats what about study and expectaions. Did we ever thoughts of dreams?Again i remember incident of some one i know, That person was always believed he can be a good teacher and a good photographer.. and he always dreamed to do that... But sadly, he&amp;nbsp;was not able to do that. He was eldest in the family, got the responsibilty so early and ended up going to office... earning... sacrificing the dreams and finally he even dont know what has become of him. I think its really tough to be eldest in the family, you are being looked as someone to follow foot steps designed for you, and not allowed to walk the path of your own. There are few who manage to do that.. but rest all has to let that hope die in the corner of the mind.. rest all has to bury that dreams, Why??? same reason, what society will think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most hurting part out of this society comes, when you are no longer your self. The surrounding you got is living in still belief that society stand by you.. but as long as i remeber, they come to picture only when you are able to give something to them.. something materialistic. If i want to live by my dreams, and i become a painter, atleast my society will say, that person? with brush and pencil, he cant even feed himself, how he can feed your daughter? I am just talking of my society here so please people dont see me judging your world or your society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another twist to this is, we live in the world where we unknowingly start believing all this. We get good education, we get good job and we even earn good. But shattering of our hopes, unfulfilled destinies let us believe that we have to do what socity want us to do. We start living life of a donkey, we let our hopes die and our dreams shatter, because society wants it. We think, we will not let that happen to our siblings, or our kids, BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? WHAT ABOUT US? is that life we deserved from society and same question haunts back, why cant we do something for ourselves? When we cant help ourselves, how we expect to help our siblings?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8218019345774113330?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8218019345774113330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8218019345774113330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8218019345774113330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8218019345774113330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-society-will-think.html' title='what society will think....'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7461846646151535114</id><published>2011-09-05T21:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:36:49.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Untitled....</title><content type='html'>Human relation? A very complicalted question isn't it? You love someone, someone love someone else and cycle never gets completed. But what i feel what is more important to a relation is not only how your share your physical bond but more important is how you share your communicating bond. Lets say, a person is livin with a girl, kind of livin relation. What we get out of this relation, what bond exist here? Physical? Mental? If those two can share, words more often than the relation they have is most blossing relation of world. I read somewhere that in relation most important factor is how you communicate. Once you get old, wrinkles on face appears, eyes see less, ears listen less, only bond keeps you goin is how well you can understand silence, how well you can share words, n how well you can communicate. If you are able to speak, you have best of the love in your life. A love which speak for itself in words, in silence, a bond which is shared by no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn't the same, when you were not there&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was around but I used to be solitaire&lt;br /&gt;You came;along came all the happiness that set me free&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I wanted;what was missing in me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a chance to make a start&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you;that's how I see&lt;br /&gt;All I can say, You are the only one for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are miles away, still I love you this way&lt;br /&gt;But I feel you are with me;in my every day&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart;all my sincerity&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what lies ahead, togetherness or disparity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in this world which catches your eyes, or you find interst in. But there are very few moments, things or person in life which stays in you, not with you, and those are the person who makes a difference to you. I am not sure who i am or what i am for you but You know, 'To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.' &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7461846646151535114?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7461846646151535114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7461846646151535114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7461846646151535114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7461846646151535114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled....'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3214884498901551916</id><published>2011-09-04T21:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:22:20.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In love, pain is a blessing</title><content type='html'>Love is painful, but the pain is certainly a blessing. Love is painful because love brings growth. Love demands, transforms and is painful because love gives you a new birth. Love brings your heart into relationship -- and when the heart is in relationship there is always pain. If you avoid the pain, you will miss all pleasures of life. With love you become human; you stand erect on earth. With love you are vertical With love are problems. But with problems is growth -- the greater the problem, the greater the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more pain, too. That's why many people never love -- it is so painful. They never become vertical. Love never shatters you completely. It simply shatters you a little, a little bit It shatters the crust of your ego, but the centre of the ego remains intact. Then there is a deeper pain, deeper than love, and that is of prayer -- it shatters you utterly It is death. When you have learnt how to love, and you have learnt that the pain that love brings is a blessing in disguise, it is beautiful, then you become able and you take another step -- that step is prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All lovers feel a little miserable. They would like to disappear completely, but it is not possible in human relationships. Human relationship is limited. But one learns from it, that there is a possibility: if it can happen so much in a human relationship, how much more can happen in a relationship with the Divine? Love makes you ready to take the final jump, the quantum leap. That's what I call prayer, or you can call it meditation. You have to disappear for existence to be. Love is a training ground, a school, to learn first lessons -- of the beauty, of the blessing and benediction of disappearance; to learn that pain is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you are in love, or when love arises, cooperate with it, don't try resisting. People come to a compromise. The basic problem that I have been looking at is that lovers by and by come to a compromise. The compromise is: You don't hurt me, I will not hurt you. That's what marriage is. Then people become settled. They become so afraid of pain that they say, &lt;strong&gt;"Don't hurt me and I will not hurt you." But then when pain disappears, love also disappears. They exist together.&lt;/strong&gt; When you are in love, love hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts terribly. But never resist, never create any barrier for pain. Allow it. And by and by, you will see that it was a wrong interpretation. It is not really pain. It is just that something is going so deep in you that you interpret it like a pain. You don't know anything else. You are only aware of pain in your past life, in your past experience. Whenever something penetrates deep, you interpret it as pain. Don't use the word 'pain'. When love and love's arrow goes deep into your heart, close your eyes and don't use words -- just see what it is, and you will never see it is pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2011-03-05/new-age-insight/28658766_1_pain-relationship-blessing"&gt;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2011-03-05/new-age-insight/28658766_1_pain-relationship-blessing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3214884498901551916?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3214884498901551916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3214884498901551916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3214884498901551916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3214884498901551916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-love-pain-is-blessing.html' title='In love, pain is a blessing'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4254241678389018440</id><published>2011-09-04T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:25:32.768+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Journey back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am sure, i was away for pretty long long time where i even dont remember when i had pen down last? I was suprised to see its almost a year plus when&amp;nbsp;i posted last. I had got 30000+ visiters when i was regular, and it was great feeling to have people visiting your blog. Well first i do apologise to friend who wanted me to write and i was not able to. It takes a lot to write and believe me i was not in my flow of the writing. I was watching tv today afternoon, and saw a trailer of the movie, "Rockstar", it said, if you want to be a good singer, you need a broken heart (atleast something like that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span br=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well i dont&amp;nbsp;know about songs, but certainly for writing you do need a inspiration, a motivation and a figure in mind, else i dont think its possible to write. I am here putting my own opinion though, but it do need a heart to write, heart in right place, and ofcourse a reason to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;That's what life is all about. You cant control with whom you fall in love. Or with whom you feel comfortable. Its not in your hands but its done automatically. Consider it like, you are walking on the street and you saw a dress and you liked it. You didn't told your mind, you liked it. But your heart and mind told you that you like it. So whom to like and whom not to like, whom to feel comfortable, with whom to share feeling is not in your hands but infect controlled by your inner powers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;But once you do it and you think something has gone wrong.. don't worry. It bought you a wonderful lesson. As said, life takes exam first then teaches the lesson. same way, you learnt a lesson from the exam of the life. Going forward, don't sit back and cry for what has gone wrong. But infect see though things have gone wrong but what I have learnt from it. This attitude will help you in long run and will always help you to look for positive in the lack of negatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;When person changes, it pinches because we have invested too much hope in that person. But if someone changes, you should not. Like its said, my duty is to love, even if opposite person doesn't love me its ok. I should be grateful to life that it has taught me to love someone and feel the special feeling. and then make it forward and think in tomorrow's way. Don't sit back and see what went wrong. Look ahead and try for better tomorrow. People will hurt us now and then but we should not stop loving. We should not stop caring because that's the way we are. And we should spread this goodness in all direction, at least one day everything will be fine though we may not be here to see it but our efforts will make things better for generations coming. So keep doing good work and keep spreading love, care and affection. Just be your self and take care because you deserve the best of life that can offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Shruti; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4254241678389018440?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4254241678389018440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4254241678389018440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4254241678389018440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4254241678389018440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2011/09/journey-back.html' title='Journey back....'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8717888297544400994</id><published>2010-05-30T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:41:15.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Behne De... Let me Flow...</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its long time i have not posted on the blog mainly due to so many turns at my end and than being a bit lazy to do also stating reasons for not being in the best frame of mind to write. But let me dust off that things and back to the posting.. back to the writings which inspires me a lot.. which makes me in diff in flow when i write. So today i have choosen to write about song, BEHNE DE from Movie Raavan (for Non Hindi users, BEHNE DE is like let me flow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has got music of A.R.Rehman (Non Indian may relate to him to the JAI HO song from Slumdog) and superb flow of words in poetry by Gulzar, and striking vocal performance of Karthik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of BEHNE DE From RAAVAN goes as follows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Arre aankh se boond gira koi&lt;br /&gt;Chingari ka tukda jala koi&lt;br /&gt;Umeed ko aag laga zara&lt;br /&gt;Sehra ki pyaas bujha zara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umeed ko aag laga zara&lt;br /&gt;Sehra ki pyaas bujha zara..&lt;br /&gt;Ghan itna baras ke galne lagoon&lt;br /&gt;Main paani ke upar tarne lagoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behne de mujhe behne de mujhe behne de&lt;br /&gt;Behne de ghanghor ghata behne de paani ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;Saagar mein jaa girna hai behne de nadiyaa ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;Shart lagi hai mar jaane ki jeena hai toh pyaar mein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deh kahi bhi ho mera, jaan rakhi hai yaar mein,&lt;br /&gt;Beh jaa beh jaa, hai saagar ka kehna,&lt;br /&gt;Beh jaa beh jaa, hai nadiyaa ko behna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patte se tapakti boond ki aawaz sunai di thi&lt;br /&gt;Nadiyaan mein tapk aur gum ho jaa, beh gaya beh gaya.&lt;br /&gt;Jo rah gaya rah gaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behne de mujhe behne de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera pal pal ang ang bhar diya,&lt;br /&gt;Tune jaan pe junoon sa kar diya,&lt;br /&gt;Mera hai kya jo main haar doon,&lt;br /&gt;Jaan teri hai tujh pe vaar doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doob gaye jo suna hai saare&lt;br /&gt;Tere dere aate hai,&lt;br /&gt;Dil ke chullu mein bechare,&lt;br /&gt;Doobkiya gote khaate hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh jaa, beh jaa, Chal tod kinaare ko,&lt;br /&gt;Beh jaa, beh jaa, dhar le majdhaare ko,&lt;br /&gt;Chingaari uda ke raakh se, ek boond gira ke aankh se,&lt;br /&gt;Chalne ka ishara kar gaya&lt;br /&gt;Kar gaya kar gaya&lt;br /&gt;Sab bhar gaya bhar gaya...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this song and the beautiful meaning it has got...and its very much can be related to our day today life and how we take it from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First para,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arre aankh se boond gira koi&lt;br /&gt;Chingari ka tukda jala koi&lt;br /&gt;Umeed ko aag laga zara&lt;br /&gt;Sehra ki pyaas bujha zara..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To state it what i feel is a drop of tear from our eyes should not go wasted but in fact it should act as a fuel to the fire burining inside us to do what we feel like...So a tear should fuel the things we always wanted to do.. it should give our hope a new chance, like Thomas Alva Edison in 1879 said once, i have found 1000 ways a we can not light bulb instead of discouraged by the failure. So same way a tear should not let us grief but fire the need rising in us... give us courage to do what we believe in and get ready to feel the passion of work, need and just fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Behne de mujhe behne de mujhe behne de&lt;br /&gt;Behne de ghanghor ghata behne de paani ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;Saagar mein jaa girna hai behne de nadiyaa ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;Shart lagi hai mar jaane ki jeena hai toh pyaar mein...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above para can tell us, we should flow... flow from the false commitement, unknown faces but just fly to the destination you aim for your self, to ppl you think are yours, to fulfill your needs which you are hiding inside by an unknown fear.. just let the emotions flow and see what a flow of emotion can do... like a river flowing become a sea.. emotions flowing correctly can turn to the treasure as big as sea... and inturn life is there which will end once... life there which will not go on forever.. so BET your life and do what you think is best and what you believe in... so if you have courage, live the life the way you want to.. not the way it takes you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Deh kahi bhi ho mera, jaan rakhi hai yaar mein,&lt;br /&gt;Beh jaa beh jaa, hai saagar ka kehna,&lt;br /&gt;Beh jaa beh jaa, hai nadiyaa ko behna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patte se tapakti boond ki aawaz sunai di thi&lt;br /&gt;Nadiyaan mein tapk aur gum ho jaa, beh gaya beh gaya.&lt;br /&gt;Jo rah gaya rah gaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life we come across many situtaions where we loose what we love most... but that should not stop us or our way of life to move it forward... So we should consider of our tomorrow, our destiny unfilled and move towards to achive it, instead of just sitting and curbing life.. but instead get up, take action of our deeds and lets make it happen..... We do hold back in time, when we can hear the drops from the leaf falling on land, when we feel we are holding our past, our memory too much and not moving in any direction... so just grow, move and let things happen.. if you are belive in your actions, things will come to you.. or will flow out of your life.. but just belive and act....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its lovely song, and i think its difficult to give jutice to such beautiful words, so better i sing off and listen to this song and let it give you meaning of its words in its own style...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8717888297544400994?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8717888297544400994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8717888297544400994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8717888297544400994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8717888297544400994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2010/05/behne-de-let-me-flow.html' title='Behne De... Let me Flow...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3240434696953117437</id><published>2009-07-13T09:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:27:24.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Salty Coffee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He met her at 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 being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, “Please, let me go 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! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, “Why you have this hobby?” He replied, “When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there.” While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home… Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life’s 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 was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. 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 afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste… But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, “What’s the taste of salty coffee?” She replied, “It’s sweet.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3240434696953117437?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3240434696953117437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3240434696953117437' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3240434696953117437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3240434696953117437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/07/salty-coffee.html' title='Salty Coffee...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8731845436700374336</id><published>2009-07-13T09:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:44:38.918+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Together -- Say it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer’s office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story…. This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over years of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there’s nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband.. “I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I’m sorry..”“Its o.k, i understand..” said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them, wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness. The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.. “take this, its your favourite..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer..”This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that i hate drumsticks?”&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband’s favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn…after hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her “i love you”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number….ringing never stops..he never stop dialing….&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it anymore….phone’s ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him…”whats the point of talking now that its over…i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face..”she thought…still ringing…she have decided to pull out the cord…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she remember, he have heart problems…&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she received news that he had passed away…she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone…he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line….&lt;br /&gt;As sad as she could be…she will have to clear his belongings…when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her… And together in those file, there was this note…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To my dearest wife, by the time you’re reading this, I’m sure I’m no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know I will always be around, by your side… I love you”&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed like river……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you love someone, let them know… You never know what will happen the next minute…. Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they are…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8731845436700374336?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8731845436700374336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8731845436700374336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8731845436700374336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8731845436700374336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/07/together-say-it.html' title='Together -- Say it...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4998649885198718238</id><published>2009-07-09T13:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:39:48.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day :Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlkubaXbI/AAAAAAAAATs/7K-R3gK8Vvk/s1600-h/Waterstone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlkubaXbI/AAAAAAAAATs/7K-R3gK8Vvk/s400/Waterstone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356369382183951794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on the image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happiness is a continuous flow of life. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Peter Cajander &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4998649885198718238?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4998649885198718238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4998649885198718238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4998649885198718238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4998649885198718238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day-happiness.html' title='Quote of the day :Happiness'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlkubaXbI/AAAAAAAAATs/7K-R3gK8Vvk/s72-c/Waterstone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3826109039268087143</id><published>2009-07-09T13:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:38:00.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlWqV0RtI/AAAAAAAAATk/EkBIbTpjofA/s1600-h/Drops.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlWqV0RtI/AAAAAAAAATk/EkBIbTpjofA/s400/Drops.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356369140568573650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3826109039268087143?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3826109039268087143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3826109039268087143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3826109039268087143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3826109039268087143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day-humanity.html' title='Quote of the Day : Humanity'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlWqV0RtI/AAAAAAAAATk/EkBIbTpjofA/s72-c/Drops.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-308095961760487012</id><published>2009-07-09T13:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:36:54.125+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlElgp1qI/AAAAAAAAATc/eU0hHYcYXYE/s1600-h/Snowy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlElgp1qI/AAAAAAAAATc/eU0hHYcYXYE/s400/Snowy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356368830034204322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on the image : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ain’t no mountain that I can’t climb, baby &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Michael Jackson, Leave Me Alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though Michael Jackson (MJ) is no loner in between us but we will always remember him.. He will always live in the hearts of people, and his music will always be remebered... Long Live Michael....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-308095961760487012?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/308095961760487012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=308095961760487012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/308095961760487012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/308095961760487012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day-climb.html' title='Quote of the day : Climb'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlWlElgp1qI/AAAAAAAAATc/eU0hHYcYXYE/s72-c/Snowy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5819191702405762397</id><published>2009-07-07T11:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:16:46.152+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Honest Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlLg_g-aDcI/AAAAAAAAATU/Iq_A3gvEkgQ/s1600-h/Behind+the+scene.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlLg_g-aDcI/AAAAAAAAATU/Iq_A3gvEkgQ/s400/Behind+the+scene.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355590288685010370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quote on the Image:&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to be an honest failure than to be a corrupt success&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author : I tried to search for the author but no success.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5819191702405762397?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5819191702405762397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5819191702405762397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5819191702405762397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5819191702405762397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day-honest-failure.html' title='Quote of the Day : Honest Failure'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SlLg_g-aDcI/AAAAAAAAATU/Iq_A3gvEkgQ/s72-c/Behind+the+scene.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8725899669584247000</id><published>2009-06-11T12:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:52:10.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miss You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SjCwaadB7gI/AAAAAAAAATM/MesFB9X_eN8/s1600-h/Miss+You.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SjCwaadB7gI/AAAAAAAAATM/MesFB9X_eN8/s400/Miss+You.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345966725512949250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text on Image: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to hold your hands &amp;amp; walk a mile,&lt;br /&gt;don't want to miss you, even a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so beautiful coz&lt;br /&gt;Dear, its you... MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug me for my worries to die&lt;br /&gt;my tears to dry and&lt;br /&gt;my loneliness to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to know&lt;br /&gt;how I sometimes can be little selfish&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sentimental over you!!&lt;br /&gt;for god sake explain me why all there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you every moment of the day&lt;br /&gt;I keep me awake just to listen to you,&lt;br /&gt;I keep me empty just for you to fill,&lt;br /&gt;I am keep me alive just to see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Morning miss you,&lt;br /&gt;My evenings seeks you,&lt;br /&gt;Where were you all these years,&lt;br /&gt;Why you weren't there to wipe my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of future is worse then pain of the past&lt;br /&gt;still I bother the lease coz you are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even seconds are too long to miss you&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand and walk a mile&lt;br /&gt;don't want to miss you, even a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8725899669584247000?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8725899669584247000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8725899669584247000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8725899669584247000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8725899669584247000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-you.html' title='Miss You...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SjCwaadB7gI/AAAAAAAAATM/MesFB9X_eN8/s72-c/Miss+You.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-9190039679164745263</id><published>2009-02-11T22:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:47:30.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Light...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SZMIHW1JKLI/AAAAAAAAATE/pEqmo6ZOpI8/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SZMIHW1JKLI/AAAAAAAAATE/pEqmo6ZOpI8/s400/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301590108825790642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on the image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can't have a light without a dark to stick it in&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-9190039679164745263?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/9190039679164745263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=9190039679164745263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/9190039679164745263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/9190039679164745263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-cant-have-light-without-dark-to.html' title='Quote of the day : Light...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SZMIHW1JKLI/AAAAAAAAATE/pEqmo6ZOpI8/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-317346783086433863</id><published>2009-02-11T22:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:45:23.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Dark to Light...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SZMHmUtL_AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/26e9h8S79CE/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SZMHmUtL_AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/26e9h8S79CE/s400/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301589541319867394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on the image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where there is much light, the shadow is deep&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-317346783086433863?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/317346783086433863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=317346783086433863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/317346783086433863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/317346783086433863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-day-dark-to-light.html' title='Quote of the day : Dark to Light...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SZMHmUtL_AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/26e9h8S79CE/s72-c/DSC00266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7563092465535967550</id><published>2008-10-24T10:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:34:28.798+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Socha Nahin Tha....</title><content type='html'>Socha Nahin Tha Taqdeer Yahan Laayegi&lt;br /&gt;Manzil Pe Aatey Hi Jaan Chali Jaayegi&lt;br /&gt;Yeh To Sikander Ne Bhi Nahin Tha Socha &lt;br /&gt;Aane Se Pehle Hi Khushi Chali Jaayegi&lt;br /&gt;Hummne Sochta Tha Kya Aur Kya Se Kya Hua&lt;br /&gt;Ja Rahe Aaj Yeh Zamane Ko Bata Ke &lt;br /&gt;Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Re Rama Re&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Re Mowla Re&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Re Rama Re&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Re Mowla Re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tera Kasoor Tha Ya Mera Kasoor Tha&lt;br /&gt;Tera Garoor Tha Ya Mera Garoor Tha&lt;br /&gt;Rabba Main Itna Bura Nahin Hota &lt;br /&gt;Tu Agar Bewafa Nahin To&lt;br /&gt;Itna Bata Mujhe Kya Mila Tujhe &lt;br /&gt;Gham Ki Kaante Meri Raahon Mein Becha&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Re Rama Re&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Re Mowla Re&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Re Rama Re&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Re Mowla Re&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7563092465535967550?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7563092465535967550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7563092465535967550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7563092465535967550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7563092465535967550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/10/socha-nahin-tha.html' title='Socha Nahin Tha....'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5688185112545824583</id><published>2008-10-15T12:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:51:38.197+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DreamRun</title><content type='html'>It was August, 2006 and I got call for the Lehman Brother's Interview and I went there just of the preparation and not anything serious in mind to join it. I had couple of rounds of interview and test and as I appeared for the next round and next, I started getting impressed by it. Finally landed an offer with it on my Mom's birthday and after couple of hesitations, I decided to join it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th sept, 2006 I became part of LB and a wonderful team. I never looked back since, be it work, professional development, personal life, team outing, and many more things. 2 years which I spent at LB and I can say one thing apart from work and personal life at LB that it has set the best and highest standards in the industry for the employee facilities  and employee satisfaction. People out here were treated to the best, LL portal for the any sort of assistance and work life balance was great, not just great I guess best in the standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard of the bankruptcy, it was like a bad bad day for all of us at LB. No one wanted to leave the work culture and name, LB. we hoped, prayed for the survival of the LB but nothing happened and I resigned with a heavy heart and the place which I loved to work for LB. The name LB was no more there and so as I. I moved out the LB and reached Gurgaon, Delhi and that’s where my dream run with the LB ended. I can write so much but I guess I wont be able to give justice to the great place, work and name LB so I can say in just one line, Nothing can match up to LB standards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5688185112545824583?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5688185112545824583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5688185112545824583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5688185112545824583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5688185112545824583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreamrun.html' title='DreamRun'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-2549913387197527254</id><published>2008-10-06T10:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:30:04.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SOmbUAPPFgI/AAAAAAAAARk/T15K1m8rrkE/s1600-h/Rajghat+2nd+Oct.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SOmbUAPPFgI/AAAAAAAAARk/T15K1m8rrkE/s400/Rajghat+2nd+Oct.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253901208267986434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on the image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be the change you wish to see in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post this on the 2nd Oct but due to unavoidable situations at my end. I was not able to.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your continued support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-2549913387197527254?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2549913387197527254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=2549913387197527254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2549913387197527254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2549913387197527254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day-change.html' title='Quote of the day : Change'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SOmbUAPPFgI/AAAAAAAAARk/T15K1m8rrkE/s72-c/Rajghat+2nd+Oct.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-234950312764264678</id><published>2008-09-16T17:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:59:04.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>------------Break-----------</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say for me but due to UNAVOIDABLE personal accidents which have occured today and yesterday, i wont be able to posst any message for you. I am really feeling sad for it as it was a communucation which i had with so many nice and beautiful people like you but i cant help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you have anything to post, mail me at sunil.mandaliya@gmail.com with subject as "Blog Post" and i will try to have someone post that on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you guys, and i will be back as soon condition at my end improves. Till that time pray for the things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for continued support and i will be back with the bang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sunil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-234950312764264678?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/234950312764264678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=234950312764264678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/234950312764264678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/234950312764264678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/break.html' title='------------Break-----------'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7983850166079848645</id><published>2008-09-12T13:58:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:59:13.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day:  World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMooTJzkjdI/AAAAAAAAARc/cEQDEXiuqgY/s1600-h/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMooTJzkjdI/AAAAAAAAARc/cEQDEXiuqgY/s400/world.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245049025541213650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image on text :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the world you may be but one,&lt;br /&gt;but to one you might be the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7983850166079848645?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7983850166079848645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7983850166079848645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7983850166079848645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7983850166079848645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-world.html' title='Quote of the day:  World'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMooTJzkjdI/AAAAAAAAARc/cEQDEXiuqgY/s72-c/world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5775787763488966137</id><published>2008-09-10T09:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:29:26.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Problem to be Solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMdGGUeEacI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TOhyKeR6Bw4/s1600-h/DRD-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMdGGUeEacI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TOhyKeR6Bw4/s400/DRD-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244237365484218818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never let a problem to be solved become &lt;br /&gt;more important than a person to be loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5775787763488966137?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5775787763488966137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5775787763488966137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5775787763488966137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5775787763488966137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-problem-to-be-solved.html' title='Quote of the day : Problem to be Solved'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMdGGUeEacI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TOhyKeR6Bw4/s72-c/DRD-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8475513153330212600</id><published>2008-09-09T19:40:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:46:54.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Unfaithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMaD2sUhxAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fCutXTDu1rU/s1600-h/Unfaithful2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMaD2sUhxAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fCutXTDu1rU/s400/Unfaithful2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244023791752954882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change blow into the lives of Connie and Edward Sumner. Connie (Diane Lane) literally bumps into young, studly Paul Martel (Olivier Martinez) outside his apartment. She skins her leg, he offers her a chance to clean herself up and she enters his place, which is more like a rare library. Nothing happens, although his attempts at seduction are as subtle as the music he plays, which just screams out “let me bend you over the chair.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Paul never seems to have time to talk to her about anything but getting into her pants, he completely disregards the wedding ring on her finger. I guess two can play at that game.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMaD6WCK-kI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_nzRee6uBFA/s1600-h/Unfaithful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMaD6WCK-kI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_nzRee6uBFA/s400/Unfaithful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244023854489860674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Edward, meanwhile, begins to pick up the subtle hints that something may be going on and Unfaithful quickly becomes the ticking clock of when and how the truth will come out and what its consequences will be. Edward’s final realization turns into an incredibly potent and well-acted confrontation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sexual encounter is shown to us via her flashbacks, giving the sense that she, too, was merely an observer, and not a participant. 'This isn't something I would do,' she seems to think during the train ride home. 'I'm perfectly happy in my marriage.' &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMaEAG-DfqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_YKBMUpNA4Y/s1600-h/Unfaithful1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMaEAG-DfqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_YKBMUpNA4Y/s400/Unfaithful1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244023953525276322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her husband, Edward (Richard Gere), is good. Their marriage is comfortable -- but not complacent -- and they have a young son (Erik Per Sullivan) whom they adore. There is no reason for Connie to have an affair. Even she can't figure it out. If she had unsatisfied yearnings, they were unknown even to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Connie implies she may be making a mistake, Paul says to her there are no mistakes, “only what you do and don’t do.” Later in the film when Connie’s son wets his pants, she tells him not to worry because “everyone has accidents.” One time may be an accident  but going back to catch the regular nooner matinee, not to mention the scenes and sex in public restaurants, restrooms and hallways is something not thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie returns home to her marriage of 11 years and the young son she dotes on. Edward (Richard Gere) knows how attractive his wife is and likes to tease her with jokes about flirting and hitting on her clients at work. There’s no reason for us to suspect she is unsatisfied with her home life, but when Paul’s phone number falls out of the book he gave her, she calls him up. She doesn’t seem to know why she’s doing it but she meets him again and again until she finds herself in his arms and on his bed, shaking like a leaf in a frantically powerful scene that quickly turns from passion into a disturbingly playful form of rape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lane's performance is brave and excellent. She endures a lot, and her character is compelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Unfaithful” is certainly a good entry into the familiar Affair Gone Bad and worth watching. I guess "MURDER" movie must been inspired by this one... 3.5 my rating of 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8475513153330212600?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8475513153330212600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8475513153330212600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8475513153330212600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8475513153330212600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/moview-review-unfaithful.html' title='Movie Review : Unfaithful'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMaD2sUhxAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fCutXTDu1rU/s72-c/Unfaithful2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8540781578078117263</id><published>2008-09-09T18:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:27:52.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Shall we Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZynMtsydI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BxpadusV8Kk/s1600-h/SWD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZynMtsydI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BxpadusV8Kk/s400/SWD1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244004833872890322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A workaholic lawyer’s life and marriage take an unexpected twirl when he follows a beautiful woman to a Chicago dance studio and becomes a clandestine ballroom dance competitor in SHALL WE DANCE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZySTUQbHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/iwAK1cA5kns/s1600-h/shallwedance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZySTUQbHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/iwAK1cA5kns/s400/shallwedance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244004474867969138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Clark (Richard Gere) is a man with a wonderful job, a charming wife and a loving family, who nevertheless feels that something is missing as he makes his way every day through the city. Each evening on his commute home, John sees a beautiful woman, staring with a lost expression through the window of a dance studio. Haunted by her gaze, John impulsively jumps off the train one night, and signs up for dance lessons, hoping to meet her. At first, it seems like a mistake. His teacher turns out to be not Paulina (Jennifer Lopez), but the older Miss Mitzi, and John proves just as clumsy as his equally clueless classmates on the dance-floor. Even worse, when he does meet Paulina, she icily tells John she hopes he has come to the studio to seriously study dance and not to look for a date. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZyqj2jNVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ECW5kfNfLrI/s1600-h/SWD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZyqj2jNVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ECW5kfNfLrI/s400/SWD2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244004891623634258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, as his lessons continue, John falls in love with dancing. Keeping his new obsession from his family and co-workers, John feverishly trains for Chicago's biggest dance competition. His friendship with Paulina blossoms, as his enthusiasm rekindles her own lost passion for dance. But the more time John spends away from home, the more his wife becomes suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZyxdkbwXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aCw3yr9P-nk/s1600-h/SWD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZyxdkbwXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aCw3yr9P-nk/s400/SWD3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244005010196119922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good movie to watch for and  in my opiniom it will rate is 3.5 on a scale of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8540781578078117263?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8540781578078117263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8540781578078117263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8540781578078117263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8540781578078117263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-review_09.html' title='Movie Review : Shall we Dance'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMZynMtsydI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BxpadusV8Kk/s72-c/SWD1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-620035334905876658</id><published>2008-09-09T14:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:16:08.952+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Someone Important in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3Zwqo3FI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l5BzpnsieZY/s1600-h/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3Zwqo3FI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l5BzpnsieZY/s400/bday1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243939731819519058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always been there for me&lt;br /&gt;And I know you always will be&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who taught me everything&lt;br /&gt;And you've helped me to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one who made me&lt;br /&gt;who I am today&lt;br /&gt;By being that special person,&lt;br /&gt;you know no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3U0ujNYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DX7CBff18Ag/s1600-h/bdaywine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3U0ujNYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DX7CBff18Ag/s400/bdaywine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243939647010321794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me life's lessons,&lt;br /&gt;About how to be a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;About being honest&lt;br /&gt;And playing till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I had a problem&lt;br /&gt;You were always there&lt;br /&gt;To walk me through it&lt;br /&gt;Or to just tell me that you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always my protector&lt;br /&gt;Around you I felt so safe&lt;br /&gt;No one could harm me&lt;br /&gt;While I could see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3jYSJs6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7MgbdM7QJ7o/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3jYSJs6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7MgbdM7QJ7o/s400/bday2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243939897073054626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always trusted you&lt;br /&gt;You're the first person to hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we will never part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im writing this to say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being you&lt;br /&gt;For always being there&lt;br /&gt;For always being true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3q35acLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HySz7-cZQWs/s1600-h/waitbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3q35acLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HySz7-cZQWs/s400/waitbday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243940025818312882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's your special day, since i may not be able to say you on this face any day but truely i respect you and i just want to tell you, "Thank You For Everything...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-620035334905876658?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/620035334905876658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=620035334905876658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/620035334905876658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/620035334905876658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-someone-important-in.html' title='Happy Birthday to Someone Important in my life...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMY3Zwqo3FI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l5BzpnsieZY/s72-c/bday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5849032675520891405</id><published>2008-09-09T09:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:17:42.102+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Road to a Friend's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMXx2aYbPBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2UfQNqGXVQY/s1600-h/DRD+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMXx2aYbPBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2UfQNqGXVQY/s400/DRD+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243863258239810578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Road to a Friend's house is never long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5849032675520891405?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5849032675520891405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5849032675520891405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5849032675520891405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5849032675520891405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-road-to-friends-house.html' title='Quote of the day : Road to a Friend&apos;s house'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMXx2aYbPBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2UfQNqGXVQY/s72-c/DRD+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-710340516917062403</id><published>2008-09-08T13:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:12:15.301+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Sail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMTXUvrtwmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ajeEFZl8zTE/s1600-h/Sail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMTXUvrtwmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ajeEFZl8zTE/s400/Sail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243552617563275874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To reach the port... we must sail sometimes with the wind,&lt;br /&gt; and sometimes against it. &lt;br /&gt;But we sail, and not drift, nor live at anchor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-710340516917062403?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/710340516917062403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=710340516917062403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/710340516917062403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/710340516917062403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-sail.html' title='Quote of the day : Sail'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMTXUvrtwmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ajeEFZl8zTE/s72-c/Sail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6581859979929557986</id><published>2008-09-05T17:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:52:59.151+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Left Over</title><content type='html'>Daniel and Jasmine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are sitting alone n the park one night….Daniel: I guess we are the left overs n this world&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I think so… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends have boyfriends and we are only the 2 persons left in&lt;br /&gt;this world without any special person&lt;br /&gt;in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Yup I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I know! We’ll play a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: What game?&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine : I’ll be your girlfriend for&lt;br /&gt;30 days and you will be my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: That’s a great plan in fact i&lt;br /&gt;don’t have anything to do for the&lt;br /&gt;following weeks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watch their first movie and they&lt;br /&gt;both touched in a romantic film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the beach and had a&lt;br /&gt;picnic…Daniel and Jasmine had their&lt;br /&gt;quality time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and&lt;br /&gt;they rode on a Horror House….Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;was scared and she touched Daniel’s&lt;br /&gt;hand but she touched someone else’s&lt;br /&gt;hand and they both laughed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road&lt;br /&gt;and they asked for their future advice&lt;br /&gt;and the fortune teller&lt;br /&gt;said: “My darlings, Please don’t waste&lt;br /&gt;the time of your life… spend the&lt;br /&gt;rest of your time together happily”&lt;br /&gt;Then tears flow out from the teller’s&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the&lt;br /&gt;hill and they saw a meteor…Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;mumbled something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat on the bus and because of a&lt;br /&gt;bumpy road Jasmine gave her first kiss&lt;br /&gt;to Daniel by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:37pm Jasmine and Daniel sat in the&lt;br /&gt;park where they first decided to play&lt;br /&gt;this game…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danie l: I’m tired Jasmine…Do you&lt;br /&gt;want any drinks? I’ll buy you one..&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just go down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Apple Juice that’s all&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Wait for me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 mins later… a stranger approached&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Why, yes? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: A reckless drunken driver&lt;br /&gt;ran over Daniel and he is critical in&lt;br /&gt;the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:57 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor went out of the emergency&lt;br /&gt;room and he handed out an apple juice&lt;br /&gt;and a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : We found this in Daniel’s&lt;br /&gt;pocket Jasmine reads the letter and it&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine , This past few days, i&lt;br /&gt;realized you are a really cute girl&lt;br /&gt;and i am really falling for you.. Your&lt;br /&gt;cherished smile you were everything&lt;br /&gt;when we played this game…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this game would end… I would&lt;br /&gt;like you to be my girlfriend for the&lt;br /&gt;rest of my life… I love you&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine…&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine crumples the paper&lt;br /&gt;and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Daniel! i don’t want you to die… I&lt;br /&gt;love you…&lt;br /&gt;Remember that night when we saw&lt;br /&gt;a meteor, I mumbled something… I&lt;br /&gt;mumbled that I wish we would be&lt;br /&gt;together forever and never end this&lt;br /&gt;game. Please don’t leave me Daniel….&lt;br /&gt;I love you! You cannot do this to me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel’s heart stop pumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS THE 30TH DAY……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Always love your loved ones and show&lt;br /&gt;them how you feel before it is too&lt;br /&gt;late… You will never know when they&lt;br /&gt;will be gone from your embrace…If you&lt;br /&gt;were given a time to bestow petals of&lt;br /&gt;everlasting compassion and love to&lt;br /&gt;your loved ones.. Today is the day….&lt;br /&gt;Love them while they are still here …&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies msrheico as i took this from your blog.. but its really sweet and i wanted it to share with my readers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6581859979929557986?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6581859979929557986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6581859979929557986' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6581859979929557986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6581859979929557986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/left-over.html' title='Left Over'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7388345711686034306</id><published>2008-09-05T15:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:20:50.488+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMEA45cGwSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WvP1LNC5BEw/s1600-h/DRD+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMEA45cGwSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WvP1LNC5BEw/s400/DRD+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242472418727346466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We make a living by what we get, &lt;br /&gt;       but we make a life by what we give&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on imafe to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7388345711686034306?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7388345711686034306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7388345711686034306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7388345711686034306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7388345711686034306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-on-image-we-make-living-by-what.html' title='Quote of the day : Give'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMEA45cGwSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WvP1LNC5BEw/s72-c/DRD+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4091503403505291055</id><published>2008-09-05T08:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:01:08.765+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Life as Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMCnxS0ks6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/fF9hReQtZuU/s1600-h/DRD+-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMCnxS0ks6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/fF9hReQtZuU/s400/DRD+-3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242374431567033250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treat your life as a Sea, your heart as a seashore, and friends like waves...&lt;br /&gt; It never matters how many waves are there,&lt;br /&gt;What matter's is&lt;br /&gt; How many waves touched the seashore....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and Save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4091503403505291055?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4091503403505291055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4091503403505291055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4091503403505291055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4091503403505291055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-life-as-sea.html' title='Quote of the day : Life as Sea'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SMCnxS0ks6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/fF9hReQtZuU/s72-c/DRD+-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-1799442562794357351</id><published>2008-09-04T09:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:15:00.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Sun Will Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL9Zty0BkmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z5vVhqaKPgs/s1600-h/DRD-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL9Zty0BkmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z5vVhqaKPgs/s400/DRD-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242007134551511650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though the sky seems dark,&lt;br /&gt;                      believe in the future.&lt;br /&gt;The storm will pass over. &lt;br /&gt;                      The clouds will roll by.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the best,&lt;br /&gt;                      though it seems hidden.&lt;br /&gt;Know that it will come,&lt;br /&gt;                     though it's not in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Your faith will take you,&lt;br /&gt;                     through the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Your belief shall prove that the sun will shine again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-1799442562794357351?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1799442562794357351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=1799442562794357351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1799442562794357351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1799442562794357351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-sun-will-shine.html' title='Quote of the day : Sun Will Shine'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL9Zty0BkmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z5vVhqaKPgs/s72-c/DRD-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6475168604649112327</id><published>2008-09-03T14:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:14:47.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL5TC4aO_jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/czG9WVPenFw/s1600-h/Stone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL5TC4aO_jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/czG9WVPenFw/s400/Stone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241718325273099826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote om image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world will provide you with stones everyday.&lt;br /&gt;What you build out if it, is your choice,&lt;br /&gt; Home, Wall, Road, or a Bridge&lt;br /&gt;You may even choose to do nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, world will know you by what you did with it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6475168604649112327?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6475168604649112327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6475168604649112327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6475168604649112327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6475168604649112327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-if-day-stone.html' title='Quote of the day : Stone'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL5TC4aO_jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/czG9WVPenFw/s72-c/Stone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7003757785341343815</id><published>2008-09-02T17:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:45:10.867+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day : My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is one of my favourite song and i hope you guys love it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL0uPk3rqYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5zJ_OiKBYjo/s1600-h/My+Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL0uPk3rqYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5zJ_OiKBYjo/s400/My+Love.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241396386459265410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics : My Love by West Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;An empty street &lt;br /&gt;An empty house &lt;br /&gt;A hole inside my heart &lt;br /&gt;I’m all alone &lt;br /&gt;The rooms are getting smaller &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how &lt;br /&gt;I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;I wonder where they are &lt;br /&gt;The days we had &lt;br /&gt;The songs we sang together &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;And all my love &lt;br /&gt;We’re holding on forever &lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the love that seems so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;So I say it in a breath &lt;br /&gt;Hope my dreams will take me there &lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are blue &lt;br /&gt;To see you once again my love &lt;br /&gt;All the seas go coast to coast &lt;br /&gt;Find the place I love the most &lt;br /&gt;Where the fields are green &lt;br /&gt;To see you once again my love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read &lt;br /&gt;I go to work &lt;br /&gt;I’m laughing with my friends &lt;br /&gt;But I can’t stop &lt;br /&gt;To keep myself from thinking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how &lt;br /&gt;I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;I wonder where they are &lt;br /&gt;The days we had &lt;br /&gt;The songs we sang together &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;And all my love &lt;br /&gt;We’re holding on forever &lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the love that seems so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;So I say it in a breath &lt;br /&gt;Hope my dreams will take me there &lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are blue &lt;br /&gt;To see you once again my love &lt;br /&gt;All the seas go coast to coast &lt;br /&gt;Find the place I love the most &lt;br /&gt;Where the fields are green &lt;br /&gt;To see you once again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms &lt;br /&gt;To promise you my love &lt;br /&gt;To tell you from my heart &lt;br /&gt;You’re all I’m thinking of &lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the love that seems so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;So …So I say it in a breath &lt;br /&gt;Hope my dreams will take me there &lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are blue &lt;br /&gt;To see you once again my love &lt;br /&gt;All the seas go coast to coast &lt;br /&gt;Find the place I love the most &lt;br /&gt;Where the fields are green &lt;br /&gt;To see you once again my love &lt;br /&gt;See you in a prayer &lt;br /&gt;Dreams will take me there &lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are blue &lt;br /&gt;To see you once again my love &lt;br /&gt;All the seas go coast to coast &lt;br /&gt;Find the place I love the most &lt;br /&gt;Where the fields are green &lt;br /&gt;To see you once again my love &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7003757785341343815?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7003757785341343815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7003757785341343815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7003757785341343815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7003757785341343815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-of-day-my-love.html' title='Song of the day : My Love'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL0uPk3rqYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5zJ_OiKBYjo/s72-c/My+Love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7993775842861509852</id><published>2008-09-02T17:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:02:41.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL0kPMOb7SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DGrot2gBexo/s1600-h/home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL0kPMOb7SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DGrot2gBexo/s400/home.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241385384727538978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we love is home,&lt;br /&gt;home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7993775842861509852?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7993775842861509852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7993775842861509852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7993775842861509852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7993775842861509852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-home.html' title='Quote of the day : Home'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SL0kPMOb7SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DGrot2gBexo/s72-c/home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3024785024004257161</id><published>2008-09-01T14:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:13:21.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Garden of flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLurJjJbZjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DFODmAOQKiI/s1600-h/garden+of+flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLurJjJbZjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DFODmAOQKiI/s400/garden+of+flowers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240970771917661746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your body is the garden of flowers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to mail me that i am not posting the pictures of flowers, so this for all those who mailed and all those who loves flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sunil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3024785024004257161?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3024785024004257161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3024785024004257161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3024785024004257161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3024785024004257161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-garden-of-flowers.html' title='Quote of the day : Garden of flowers'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLurJjJbZjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DFODmAOQKiI/s72-c/garden+of+flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6491485791810401809</id><published>2008-09-01T14:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:02:08.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of theday: Smile of Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLuogvPFlBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/y-2VFrgVoFQ/s1600-h/one+flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLuogvPFlBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/y-2VFrgVoFQ/s400/one+flower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240967871764730898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers are God's way of smiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to mail me that i am not posting the pictures of flowers, so this for all those who mailed and all those who loves flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sunil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6491485791810401809?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6491485791810401809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6491485791810401809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6491485791810401809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6491485791810401809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-theday-smile-of-flower.html' title='Quote of theday: Smile of Flower'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLuogvPFlBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/y-2VFrgVoFQ/s72-c/one+flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5893378864044390881</id><published>2008-09-01T13:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:00:41.002+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Flower and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLuoJhYoNRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6_5nL5FuYq4/s1600-h/All+flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLuoJhYoNRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6_5nL5FuYq4/s400/All+flower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240967472909661458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms Without the aid of the seasons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to mail me that i am not posting the pictures of flowers, so this for all those who mailed and all those who loves flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sunil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5893378864044390881?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5893378864044390881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5893378864044390881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5893378864044390881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5893378864044390881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-flower-and-love.html' title='Quote of the day : Flower and Love'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLuoJhYoNRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6_5nL5FuYq4/s72-c/All+flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3117501966384891112</id><published>2008-08-29T16:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:11:34.098+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day : Three Strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A farmer just got married and was going home on his wagon pulled by a team of horses. When one of the hoses stumbled, he said, "That's once." &lt;br /&gt;Then it stumbled again. He said, "That's twice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later it stumbled a third time. This time, he didn't say anything, just pulled out a shotgun and shot the horse dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife cried out and started to yell at him. The farmer turned to her and said, "That's once." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3117501966384891112?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3117501966384891112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3117501966384891112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3117501966384891112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3117501966384891112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/joke-of-day-three-strikes.html' title='Joke of the day : Three Strikes'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-2863945917914142674</id><published>2008-08-29T11:24:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:53:22.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Rock On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLePruYbTzI/AAAAAAAAANY/r2xnptNuqCY/s1600-h/Magik1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLePruYbTzI/AAAAAAAAANY/r2xnptNuqCY/s320/Magik1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239814672816492338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life doesn’t give every one a second chance.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A refreshing movie which I guess we rarely see in our bollywood cinema. The story line of the movie is simple and with great acting from Arjun Ramgopal as "Joe Mascarenhas", Farhan Akhtar as "Aditya Shroff", Purab Kohli as "KD" Killer drummer, Luke Kenny as "Rob "Prachi Desai as "Sakshi", Shahana Goswami as "Debbie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeP3NozDcI/AAAAAAAAANo/_irXMp4KUao/s1600-h/Farhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeP3NozDcI/AAAAAAAAANo/_irXMp4KUao/s320/Farhan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239814870185217474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this is going to be a great movie and it went perfectly as per my expectations. Movie starts with the 4 guys, may be in early 20s trying to set up a band, A ROCK BAND... All guys with great skills, KD - Drummer, Joe - Guitarist, Rob on Keyboard and Aditya - the poet. They start and share a great chemistry. Music flows on and they get chance to perform in a competition. A beautiful and mind blowing performance by all of 4 there and as its movie for their band "Magik" they win the competition and a contract of a video. But destiny has something else planned and it doesn’t go as expected. Life moves on and all are now busy in the work, KD in his fathers business, Aditya started smoking, and a big man in Investment banking division, Rob still on keyboard with Anu Malik. And Joe... trying to finding meaning to his life, and only meaning he has is the Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some really nice scenes which makes us think are we doing what we really love? When we start to grow up, the inner feeling loses its voice; we are no longer able to do what we loved... AS correctly said in the MOVIE: ACCEPTED, the real crime is to kill the passion in ourself and we start doing that. Aditya (Farhan) who is successful businessman is living with his wife and leaving his life. They both seem to be stranger in the one house. They have same postal address but they are very far from each other. He is in his work and only thing he thinks is work, nothing else and that’s it. Sakshi(prachi) tries to come close but instead distance grows. Aditya is running from the life, music and his past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands together for one of the finest films of our times. Put your hands together for a director who pulls off a challenging subject with élan. Put your hands together for the actors who pitch in superlative performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeP_pG46iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/w89u5WJoAlw/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeP_pG46iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/w89u5WJoAlw/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239815014998141474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On!! is not just about music. It's about relationships. And relationships can get really complicated and messy as all of us would agree. Rock On!! captures it so beautifully, so sensitively, so effectively on celluloid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in sync here, everything is just perfect. Flaws? Perhaps, the slow pacing. But come to think of it, you can't play with the edit in a film like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On!! also works because you can relate to the characters, you can relate to the moods, the egos, the highs and the lows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, here's a film you just can't afford to miss. We've had our share of masala films week after week. Now have a look at a film that India can proudly showcase to the West. Rock On!! simply rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeP3JujkUI/AAAAAAAAANg/P9lq21qZS4Q/s1600-h/Arjun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeP3JujkUI/AAAAAAAAANg/P9lq21qZS4Q/s320/Arjun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239814869135626562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe (Arjun) is teaching the kids guitar and his wife Debbie who is good as fashion is in the family fish business. He has to listen to the argument of his wife. She tells him to compromise, as she wanted to be a fashion designer and instead is handing the business where it’s still the fish smell in her hands. Joe, with an attitude and passion for music is not able to do anything else but just music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KD, Killer Drummer (Purab) is in family business and is still in touch with all the friends. He has music living in the heart but which doesn’t surface it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROB (Luke), keyboard player with a music director and still dreaming to have a performance with the Magik. He wants to live for the moment and that’s what he is wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakshi, a pregnant lady and stressed wife. She is so near but so far from her husband and they are like two polls of magnet. She is the one who I guess is responsible to give "A second chance of Life to all of the four above"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie, A fashion designer now designing the smell of the Fish and packaging for them. Dreams are buried alive and conversation with the Aditya is something touchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all are away but meets once again and what happens is Rock On. A beautiful movie with the beautiful songs, story, picturization, characters, and I guess there is no time to get bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeQH1nR5CI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pnn_k2JScCQ/s1600-h/Magik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeQH1nR5CI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pnn_k2JScCQ/s320/Magik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239815155794175010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please guys spare a moment and watch "Rock On".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict 4out of 5 and a must watch. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have request one of my friend to watch movie with me and I hope we are able to watch it together. If you really want to see a good movie, "ROck On" is your answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for underlining life's two key themes: One, that “the journey is more important than the destination”; and two, as Aditya says to his wife: “Compromise toh karna padhta hai”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About music of the movie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy may hit the bull's eye with this energetic and spirited album. Comprising nine tracks, the album has wonderful lyrics that have been appropriately composed and incredibly rendered by Farhan Akhtar, marking his debut as a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title song "Rock on" is one of those blessed by Farhan's vocals. With a heavy base and electric guitar strumming, the number has been well composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of things that stand out in this album and make the difference - Farhan's fresh voice, Javed Akhtar's trendy lyrics and the composers' innovativeness. The album will set the cash registers ringing for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeP3UaiAkI/AAAAAAAAANw/mrnE4Pp3AWk/s1600-h/Purab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLeP3UaiAkI/AAAAAAAAANw/mrnE4Pp3AWk/s320/Purab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239814872004428354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-2863945917914142674?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2863945917914142674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=2863945917914142674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2863945917914142674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2863945917914142674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-review-rock-on.html' title='Movie Review : Rock On...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLePruYbTzI/AAAAAAAAANY/r2xnptNuqCY/s72-c/Magik1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6946627998826264148</id><published>2008-08-27T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:36:16.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Story of Stuff</title><content type='html'>Nice link I came across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.storyofstuff.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From its extraction through sale, use and disposal, all the stuff in our lives affects communities at home and abroad, yet most of this is hidden from view. The Story of Stuff is a 20-minute, fast-paced, fact-filled look at the underside of our production and consumption patterns. The Story of Stuff exposes the connections between a huge number of environmental and social issues, and calls us together to create a more sustainable and just world. It'll teach you something, it'll make you laugh, and it just may change the way you look at all the stuff in your life forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6946627998826264148?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6946627998826264148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6946627998826264148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6946627998826264148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6946627998826264148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-of-stuff.html' title='Story of Stuff'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-1143013672393323458</id><published>2008-08-27T14:47:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:03:26.852+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All Saints Home... A jounery to future....</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to visit a home for the aged during a philanthropy event for my office, wondering how I would feel when I saw them and how they live away from their families. None can deny the parents favor upon their children. The parents are the underlying reason for the existence of the child. They have reared him in his babyhood and experienced painstaking efforts to provide full comfort and sound well-being. Your mother had you in her womb while you were a parasite there sharing her food and whole being for nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started in the morning at about 7.45 from various places of Mumbai to reach Mazgaon. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUc76gbhsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/E3frbewjgo4/s1600-h/A+start+to+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUc76gbhsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/E3frbewjgo4/s200/A+start+to+day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239125557158577858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this visit to an old age home made my heart heavy that day. I have been to orphanages but never to an old age home until the day, we, a team of employees organized this activity by collecting funds and buying gifts, fruits and visit the ‘All Saints Home’ in Mazgaon.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUdLQKGh8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/WIbeSyhE-M4/s1600-h/Spirit+Yet+Alive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUdLQKGh8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/WIbeSyhE-M4/s320/Spirit+Yet+Alive.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239125820668544962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I entered the home and saw many old women seated in a hall. There was this very old grandma who was seated a few meters away from the entrance and when I talked to her, I came to know that she was a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUdWQ-QQcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/K7NRAEghp2c/s1600-h/Singer+of+Club-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUdWQ-QQcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/K7NRAEghp2c/s320/Singer+of+Club-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239126009865847234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one sweet grand mother in the home whose husband died and she didn’t have married since then. I don’t know what to say but my eyes were not wet but on the verge of flooding. I went to the rooms and met one grandma there; she was in the old home since one year. I told her to come out with us and she just looked in my eyes, held my hand and started crying, I don’t know what to say but she came to the main hall with me and she sat on a sofa there, I sat by her legs and she was just crying. I know it’s hard to believe but there are people who thinks parents are kind of responsibility on their head which they can’t carry. How can they do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were many good points also to remember, when we were at the old age home, all of us thought it will be a kind of serious activity and they being old not much interested in the physical activities like dance. But to my surprise they had sung the songs very well, two of the grandma's danced and sung at the same time. Wow... can you imagine age 70+ and still the spirit of never say die.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUdh7xA3_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SzUAyXgx1HE/s1600-h/Singer+of+Club-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUdh7xA3_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SzUAyXgx1HE/s320/Singer+of+Club-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239126210331598834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it was time to play some music all the grand moms started to dance and I was just wondering who is old in them. We are old or they are old. Each event, including quiz competition they were on target and all of them were having a smile.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUdwgONUhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Co4AC9I3K3s/s1600-h/New+Begining.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUdwgONUhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Co4AC9I3K3s/s320/New+Begining.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239126460635894290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I don’t know I felt though they are smiling but a pain resides somewhere in the heart of them and which will not come out. They have buried it and are enjoying each moment as it comes and that’s what I guess we need to learn from them... Live each moment as it comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUeIqm9DeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qFeg17Laxhc/s1600-h/Pray.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUeIqm9DeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qFeg17Laxhc/s320/Pray.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239126875740900834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted from there after spending approx 4 hours but those 4 hours have added so much in us that we are not as before. And we are thankful to almighty to give us an opportunity to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUegp3jWKI/AAAAAAAAANA/UqyekGqxkmo/s1600-h/Smiles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUegp3jWKI/AAAAAAAAANA/UqyekGqxkmo/s320/Smiles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239127287858944162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the team members we were able to share some of their laughs and tears... Finally when we left, I had one thing in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUe62C5Y1I/AAAAAAAAANI/KfyzzMZvxSw/s1600-h/Dance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUe62C5Y1I/AAAAAAAAANI/KfyzzMZvxSw/s320/Dance.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239127737804350290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some children neglect their old age parents and consider them as a burden? Don’t the parents deserve back the love they gave to their children? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUfJ5U4CXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kMTZz39xQR8/s1600-h/Some+of+team+members.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUfJ5U4CXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kMTZz39xQR8/s320/Some+of+team+members.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239127996383103346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-1143013672393323458?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1143013672393323458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=1143013672393323458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1143013672393323458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1143013672393323458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-saints-home-jounery-to-future.html' title='All Saints Home... A jounery to future....'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLUc76gbhsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/E3frbewjgo4/s72-c/A+start+to+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5677895031490352557</id><published>2008-08-26T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:29:16.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : No Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLOpv6PZhUI/AAAAAAAAALM/uWRc9HEzhBo/s1600-h/No+Hope.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLOpv6PZhUI/AAAAAAAAALM/uWRc9HEzhBo/s400/No+Hope.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238717432114808130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5677895031490352557?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5677895031490352557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5677895031490352557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5677895031490352557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5677895031490352557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-no-hope.html' title='Quote of the day : No Hope'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLOpv6PZhUI/AAAAAAAAALM/uWRc9HEzhBo/s72-c/No+Hope.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3872267033146503979</id><published>2008-08-25T15:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:08:02.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Stronger Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLJ9coGtiWI/AAAAAAAAALE/M8zw2JikHIM/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLJ9coGtiWI/AAAAAAAAALE/M8zw2JikHIM/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238387247340685666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of the time I do feel like,&lt;br /&gt;                 I need someone else when I'm alone. &lt;br /&gt;But I can still get by with just my own company and,&lt;br /&gt;                that makes me a stronger person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and Save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3872267033146503979?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3872267033146503979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3872267033146503979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3872267033146503979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3872267033146503979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-stronger-person.html' title='Quote of the day : Stronger Person'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SLJ9coGtiWI/AAAAAAAAALE/M8zw2JikHIM/s72-c/IMG_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6059734153522662029</id><published>2008-08-22T09:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:29:55.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SK45tMMfrjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ulrzw1oQacc/s1600-h/company.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SK45tMMfrjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ulrzw1oQacc/s400/company.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237186865208995378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man loves company even if only that of a small burning candle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6059734153522662029?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6059734153522662029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6059734153522662029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6059734153522662029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6059734153522662029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-company.html' title='Quote of the day : Company'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SK45tMMfrjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ulrzw1oQacc/s72-c/company.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-2498925470268838977</id><published>2008-08-21T12:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:37:50.562+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indian Delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SK0UDO5SrPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/w0U7sgBOyqU/s1600-h/Indian+Delicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SK0UDO5SrPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/w0U7sgBOyqU/s400/Indian+Delicious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236863987472313586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is such a rich place and rich in food and culture. Just got an nice image in the one of the mail on indian foods and recipies. Hope you will like it and i cant wait enough to try them all. Please click on the image and see it, its real nice and ppl from other countries i am sure, it will give you a good insight what India has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos,&lt;br /&gt;Sunil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-2498925470268838977?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2498925470268838977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=2498925470268838977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2498925470268838977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2498925470268838977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/indian-delicious.html' title='Indian Delicious'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SK0UDO5SrPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/w0U7sgBOyqU/s72-c/Indian+Delicious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7619739671292028300</id><published>2008-08-21T09:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:56:46.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Two Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuelEUf5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VD1pc5cre4Y/s1600-h/Path.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuelEUf5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VD1pc5cre4Y/s400/Path.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236822675838762898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are always two choices. Two paths to take. One is easy. And its only reward is that it's easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7619739671292028300?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7619739671292028300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7619739671292028300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7619739671292028300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7619739671292028300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-two-path.html' title='Quote of the day : Two Path'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuelEUf5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VD1pc5cre4Y/s72-c/Path.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8737577546602485528</id><published>2008-08-20T20:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:50:17.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>The other night, I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told my husband that I would be home by midnight. "I promise," were my last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily and around 3 a.m. we piled into a cab and headed to our respective homes, quite inebriated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I walked through the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that my husband would probably wake up to this, I quickly cuckooed another 9 times. I was quit pleased with myself for coming up with such a quick witted solution to cover up my tardiness. Even with my impaired judgment, I could count 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos equaled 12 cuckoos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, my husband asked me what time I got in, and confidently, I replied, "Midnight...like I promised." He didn't even raise and eyebrow and went on reading the morning paper! Phew! Got away with that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, he then replied, "I think we might need a new cuckoo clock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit nervously, I asked him why, to which he responded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, 'Oh, crap,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8737577546602485528?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8737577546602485528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8737577546602485528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8737577546602485528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8737577546602485528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/joke-of-day_20.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3635198760273300380</id><published>2008-08-20T16:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:05:12.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKvzWxeTJxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dwbKXIPhYw0/s1600-h/King.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKvzWxeTJxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dwbKXIPhYw0/s400/King.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236546564311426834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being happy is better than being king in the cage...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on Image to open and save &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3635198760273300380?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3635198760273300380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3635198760273300380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3635198760273300380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3635198760273300380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-king.html' title='Quote of the day : King'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKvzWxeTJxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dwbKXIPhYw0/s72-c/King.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5465096019036903770</id><published>2008-08-19T18:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:06:37.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Believe In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKq-TNUIV7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uPVQHnfcm28/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKq-TNUIV7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uPVQHnfcm28/s400/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236206753972508594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A wise unselfishness is not a surrender of yourself to the wishes of anyone, but only to the one you belive in&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5465096019036903770?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5465096019036903770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5465096019036903770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5465096019036903770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5465096019036903770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-believe-in.html' title='Quote of the Day : Believe In'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKq-TNUIV7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uPVQHnfcm28/s72-c/IMG_0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6554852458626772207</id><published>2008-08-14T22:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:20:54.192+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKRiVKAuCRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MXLlgoLbQis/s1600-h/water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKRiVKAuCRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MXLlgoLbQis/s400/water.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234416782515505426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship that flows from the heart cannot be frozen by adversity, &lt;br /&gt;as the water that flows from the spring cannot congeal in winter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click on image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6554852458626772207?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6554852458626772207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6554852458626772207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6554852458626772207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6554852458626772207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-water.html' title='Quote of the Day : Water'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKRiVKAuCRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MXLlgoLbQis/s72-c/water.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4214957687518905169</id><published>2008-08-14T14:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:57:46.054+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP6iFBYHiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RdRJZH5AFsk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP6iFBYHiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RdRJZH5AFsk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234302655305096738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a very Independence Day. You may be from any country, any place but all the people deserves a independence and I wish you all get the freedom you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4214957687518905169?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4214957687518905169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4214957687518905169' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4214957687518905169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4214957687518905169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP6iFBYHiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RdRJZH5AFsk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-2349953591530336459</id><published>2008-08-14T14:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:53:24.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun for the day -- Its Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP5dJCebsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d75bSY_8U48/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP5dJCebsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d75bSY_8U48/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234301470972473026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support and time to visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-2349953591530336459?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2349953591530336459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=2349953591530336459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2349953591530336459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2349953591530336459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-for-day-its-me.html' title='Fun for the day -- Its Me'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP5dJCebsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d75bSY_8U48/s72-c/IMG_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3553143085465981778</id><published>2008-08-14T14:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:50:16.511+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun of the day - III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4zGPCLEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AD_cGaJsdkc/s1600-h/Fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4zGPCLEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AD_cGaJsdkc/s400/Fun.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234300748665334850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when two;s company, three's the result&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3553143085465981778?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3553143085465981778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3553143085465981778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3553143085465981778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3553143085465981778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-of-day-iii.html' title='Fun of the day - III'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4zGPCLEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AD_cGaJsdkc/s72-c/Fun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5493545144113428477</id><published>2008-08-14T14:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:48:40.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun for the day - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4a4uWYNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/g3rGj2kPLOw/s1600-h/Smile+Road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4a4uWYNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/g3rGj2kPLOw/s400/Smile+Road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234300332721725650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quickly, I must hurry, for there go my people &amp; I am their leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error, No ketboard. Press F1 to continue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5493545144113428477?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5493545144113428477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5493545144113428477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5493545144113428477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5493545144113428477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-for-day-ii.html' title='Fun for the day - II'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4a4uWYNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/g3rGj2kPLOw/s72-c/Smile+Road.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8761433636550818601</id><published>2008-08-14T14:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:47:05.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun for the day - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4DfyWtgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LMxAWshu_Z4/s1600-h/Fun+Glass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4DfyWtgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LMxAWshu_Z4/s400/Fun+Glass.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234299930890647042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An optimist will tell you the glass is half-full;&lt;br /&gt;the pesismist, half-emply;&lt;br /&gt;and the engineer will tell you the glass is twice the size it needs to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8761433636550818601?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8761433636550818601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8761433636550818601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8761433636550818601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8761433636550818601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-for-day-i.html' title='Fun for the day - I'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKP4DfyWtgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LMxAWshu_Z4/s72-c/Fun+Glass.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8500934758729869350</id><published>2008-08-14T13:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:50:54.811+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKPq4u8ZolI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9geFoBaa5kI/s1600-h/Cloud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKPq4u8ZolI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9geFoBaa5kI/s400/Cloud.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234285452329591378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clouds may come, but clouds must go,&lt;br /&gt;and they all have a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;For behind each cloud you know, &lt;br /&gt;the sun, or moon, is shining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8500934758729869350?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8500934758729869350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8500934758729869350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8500934758729869350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8500934758729869350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-cloud.html' title='Quote of the Day : Cloud'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKPq4u8ZolI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9geFoBaa5kI/s72-c/Cloud.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6674444091123619092</id><published>2008-08-13T12:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:17:45.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Paths in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKKDi5w9QUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fmaB3-aSatY/s1600-h/paths+in+life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKKDi5w9QUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fmaB3-aSatY/s400/paths+in+life.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233890352602890562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all take different paths in life, &lt;br /&gt;      but no matter where we go, &lt;br /&gt;           we take a little of eachother everywhere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to Open and right click to save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6674444091123619092?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6674444091123619092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6674444091123619092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6674444091123619092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6674444091123619092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-paths-in-life.html' title='Quote of the day : Paths in life'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKKDi5w9QUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fmaB3-aSatY/s72-c/paths+in+life.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-1075938807043085074</id><published>2008-08-12T11:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:50:40.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Incompleteness in absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKErfGnYPOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fGyjHs7wL5I/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKErfGnYPOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fGyjHs7wL5I/s400/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233512055332945122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today i begin to understand what love must be, if it exists&lt;br /&gt; When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourself,&lt;br /&gt;We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost,&lt;br /&gt; that is what I imagine love to be : Incompleteness in absence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and right click to save it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-1075938807043085074?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1075938807043085074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=1075938807043085074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1075938807043085074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1075938807043085074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-incompleteness-in-abscence.html' title='Quote of the Day : Incompleteness in absence'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKErfGnYPOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fGyjHs7wL5I/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4242601280210566557</id><published>2008-08-11T15:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:16:51.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of The Day : Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKAKVX_OwzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uANRV1rTJ6Q/s1600-h/Die.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKAKVX_OwzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uANRV1rTJ6Q/s400/Die.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233194129337271090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't get to choose how you're going to die.&lt;br /&gt;But certainly, You can only decide how you're going to live,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click the Image to open and right click to save it after it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time to stopping by and visiting the blog. I never knew it will hit more than &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5000 visits &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;in just 2-3 weeks after i place the counter. Mails and Comments that you all have sent are encouraging and today on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50th Post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i want to Thank you all. Thanks for your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4242601280210566557?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4242601280210566557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4242601280210566557' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4242601280210566557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4242601280210566557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-die.html' title='Quote of The Day : Die'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKAKVX_OwzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uANRV1rTJ6Q/s72-c/Die.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5848293236944800913</id><published>2008-08-08T12:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:11:36.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJvqjJG8TAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tqk0R5j0Eso/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJvqjJG8TAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tqk0R5j0Eso/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232033281582320642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on the Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes your joy is the source of your simile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open image to open and save it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;This image is not by me and came to me in a mail by title, God's Smile. I just added a quote on it. Really the image is really great and 3 birds position them selves to form eyes and smile on a face. Really simple and sweet image.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5848293236944800913?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5848293236944800913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5848293236944800913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5848293236944800913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5848293236944800913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-smile.html' title='Quote of the day : Smile'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJvqjJG8TAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tqk0R5j0Eso/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-2111893583582224779</id><published>2008-08-07T11:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:28:52.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJqPFaaFGrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b0j3yDbD5xo/s1600-h/Anger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJqPFaaFGrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b0j3yDbD5xo/s400/Anger.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651240295078578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on Image to open and save&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-2111893583582224779?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2111893583582224779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=2111893583582224779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2111893583582224779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2111893583582224779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-anger.html' title='Quote of the Day : Anger'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJqPFaaFGrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b0j3yDbD5xo/s72-c/Anger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5258760877111083004</id><published>2008-08-05T19:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:32:07.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just for Hindi Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJhdViGE1II/AAAAAAAAAIQ/argUnm4Gcm8/s1600-h/hindi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJhdViGE1II/AAAAAAAAAIQ/argUnm4Gcm8/s400/hindi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231033591701755010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5258760877111083004?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5258760877111083004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5258760877111083004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5258760877111083004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5258760877111083004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-for-hindi-lovers.html' title='Just for Hindi Lovers'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJhdViGE1II/AAAAAAAAAIQ/argUnm4Gcm8/s72-c/hindi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4147373023519302805</id><published>2008-08-05T19:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:31:22.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Journey Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJhdEa0l9JI/AAAAAAAAAII/pclH22FF4lI/s1600-h/journey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJhdEa0l9JI/AAAAAAAAAII/pclH22FF4lI/s400/journey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231033297691604114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is not to live alone,&lt;br /&gt;          But a "journey together"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clik on image to open and save it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4147373023519302805?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4147373023519302805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4147373023519302805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4147373023519302805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4147373023519302805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-journey-together.html' title='Quote of the day : Journey Together'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJhdEa0l9JI/AAAAAAAAAII/pclH22FF4lI/s72-c/journey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-537077918201421339</id><published>2008-08-04T18:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:34:22.932+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day : Pure Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJb-UPYPDII/AAAAAAAAAIA/k6jfyQ-UbdU/s1600-h/Pure+Heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJb-UPYPDII/AAAAAAAAAIA/k6jfyQ-UbdU/s400/Pure+Heart.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230647640916429954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pure heart is all that one needs to perform good deeds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-537077918201421339?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/537077918201421339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=537077918201421339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/537077918201421339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/537077918201421339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-pure-heart.html' title='Quote of the day : Pure Heart'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJb-UPYPDII/AAAAAAAAAIA/k6jfyQ-UbdU/s72-c/Pure+Heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5496439664303554844</id><published>2008-07-31T13:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:24:49.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJFvwuVRvjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ne1B2hWlxm0/s1600-h/River.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJFvwuVRvjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ne1B2hWlxm0/s400/River.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229083525215534642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is like a river, never ending as it flows, but gets greater with time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on the Image to open and save it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5496439664303554844?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5496439664303554844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5496439664303554844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5496439664303554844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5496439664303554844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day-river.html' title='Quote of the Day : River'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SJFvwuVRvjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ne1B2hWlxm0/s72-c/River.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6859082672792029662</id><published>2008-07-29T11:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:34:12.957+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of The Day : Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SI6y2KDqduI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cQCrKvfgDbM/s1600-h/tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SI6y2KDqduI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cQCrKvfgDbM/s400/tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228312860906125026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship is a sheltering tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on the image to open and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6859082672792029662?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6859082672792029662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6859082672792029662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6859082672792029662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6859082672792029662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day-tree.html' title='Quote of The Day : Tree'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SI6y2KDqduI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cQCrKvfgDbM/s72-c/tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-9012581012650591282</id><published>2008-07-25T13:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:40:16.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SImKYznN9mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UWBp0ptmNdY/s1600-h/Apology.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SImKYznN9mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UWBp0ptmNdY/s400/Apology.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226861001316365922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologizing doesn't mean that you are wrong &amp; the other is right&lt;br /&gt;         It means that you value the relationship more than your ego...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-9012581012650591282?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/9012581012650591282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=9012581012650591282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/9012581012650591282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/9012581012650591282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day-apology.html' title='Quote of the Day : Apology'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SImKYznN9mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UWBp0ptmNdY/s72-c/Apology.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5176477589670777610</id><published>2008-07-24T16:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:57:51.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIlWNMf4HBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c4A1MyMURRw/s1600-h/Love-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIlWNMf4HBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c4A1MyMURRw/s400/Love-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226803627233385490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIhezUGyM-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/v4lYAP5ygYo/s1600-h/love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIhezUGyM-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/v4lYAP5ygYo/s400/love.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226531603226964962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;love resides in the gap between desire and fulfillment,it is an ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion it self&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5176477589670777610?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5176477589670777610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5176477589670777610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5176477589670777610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5176477589670777610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIlWNMf4HBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c4A1MyMURRw/s72-c/Love-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8189339187820808199</id><published>2008-07-24T10:42:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:24:18.478+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Book Review : Brida by Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>Brida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of Brida, a young Irish girl (I am sure beautiful, as author has described her very pretty), and her quest for knowledge. She has long been interested in various aspects of magic but is searching for something more. It is tale of love, passion, mystery and spirituality from the master author, Paul Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgPh20vazI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b79ppEg7-mg/s1600-h/brida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgPh20vazI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b79ppEg7-mg/s320/brida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444441890286386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I liked about this book but I am going to put some of the text from the book and write what I felt for it... and hope it will give you an insight on what the book is all about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the page author says, &lt;blockquote&gt;"...each person can take one of two attitudes; to build of to plant..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how it sounds to you guys but it perfectly right as in our course of action, we take two ways, either to build or to destroy and it’s till destiny we face of the consequences of it. What author about to build is, &lt;blockquote&gt;"...Life loses it meaning when building stops", and for to plant he says, "... in history of each plant lies the growth of the world...”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Author begins the story and introduces the central character of the novel, Brida, 21 years old, he describes her as a teen-ager, in faded jeans and T-shirt. A girl who might be older by thoughts but very pretty and young by looks. She is looking for an answer regarding life...wants to travel in the time. Magus, one of the characters in the novel, who is master of tradition of Sun, leaves in a forest and Brida, is standing in front of him, thinking about him as an interesting man. Question which he asks to Brida and answer which she gives is amazing. Magus asks her what if you fell in love, and in the day I (means Magus) teach you the wisdom of cosmos and in the night he (means someone Brida loves) teaches her wisdom of Love. What if you need to choose any one out of two? Study or your love. And to this Brida replies that she will choose her love. Since she said truth, Magus agrees to teach her. But this part of story keeps all of us thinking, how many times in the life we came across situation, where we need to choose and instead what we do is what pleases certain person, but not to us. Here Brida thought if she said she will move, Magus might not teach her, but instead he agrees. Brida doesn’t think about what’s has not happen yet, but she says what she felt, and how many times we have done that in our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgPm-3Sw_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hG18YoMH-Pc/s1600-h/Brida-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgPm-3Sw_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hG18YoMH-Pc/s320/Brida-01.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444529947821042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story moves on and Magus becomes teacher of Brida. She takes an important lesson of life and moves back from where she came on a note to come back for further knowledge of the mysterious world. On the city where Brida lives, she gets a chance to meet Wicca, who in contrary to Magus follows the tradition of the Moon. Brida visits her for the more knowledge and knowing Magus was interested in her, Wicca decides to meet her. They talk about the Tarot cards and story of cards. They talk about Soulmate, a part on which this entire novel is based upon. Tradition of Sun, Moon and Soulmate the main pillars of the book. Author carefully tells about the Love at First site and what soulmate is beautifully and makes us believe that there is a science which is out of reach of common man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brida, travels back in time, and looks at the past birth of her thanks to the tarots and conversation with Wicca. This makes the chapters even more interesting to read. Wicca again talks of soulmate here and a para which states that is so beautiful that I can’t resist myself mentioning it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In the Night of time when we were separated, one of those was charged with nurturing and maintaining knowledge:man. He went on to understand agriculture, nature and the movements of the stars in the sky. Knowledge was always the power that kept the Universe in its place and starts turning in their orbits. That was the glory of man......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Women was given something far more subtle and fragile, but without which knowledge makes no sense at all, all that was transformation. The men left the soil fertile, we sowed trees and soil was transformed into trees and plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soil needs the seed, and the seed needs the soil......."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how Paul managed to write so beautiful on the relationship of a man and woman and process of birth. It’s simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brida goes to the Magus again for getting the answers which comes in front of her due to Wicca and Magus is happy to see her, why? (Read the book to get more details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgPtzFIaMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0CbNZAurNB0/s1600-h/Brida-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgPtzFIaMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0CbNZAurNB0/s320/Brida-02.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444647043721410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brida keeps on taking and talking to Magus and Wicca for her knowledge quest and story moves greatly in to the event of the actions. We also come to know that Dark night is the only way to grow. Dark night if compared with our life, is like, problems which are like dark night can be the only way to grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science of clothes, meaningful things and diary, many things like this keep happening on the following pages and you feel your self tied to the book. Power of love (here, sex) and it says to achieve maximum knowledge you must have felt it... wow... can you believe it, but sometimes even I feel, sex can be a great teacher too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgP1AULCtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/blw01irv0uc/s1600-h/Brida-03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgP1AULCtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/blw01irv0uc/s320/Brida-03.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444770855553746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in the book that I can talk about and go on and on but that wont be right as, book deserves it share of success and to know more you much read the books, another para which I was very much impress is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No one can possess a sunset like the one we saw that evening, he went on. Just as no one can possess an afternoon of rain beating against the window, or the serenity of a sleeping child, of the magical moment when the waves break on the rocks. No one can possess the beautiful things of this Earth, but we can know them and love them. It is through such moments that God reveals him self go mankind.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgP8bxsCNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hThqqRP_ozo/s1600-h/Brida-05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgP8bxsCNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hThqqRP_ozo/s320/Brida-05.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444898486192338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sigh off the review of this book, just last line from the book which I want to quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Knowing that you existed was my one reason for continuing to live&lt;/blockquote&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/3548717464380922837-8189339187820808199?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8189339187820808199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8189339187820808199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8189339187820808199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8189339187820808199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/book-review-brida-by-paulo-coelho.html' title='Book Review : Brida by Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIgPh20vazI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b79ppEg7-mg/s72-c/brida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8792090953681606226</id><published>2008-07-23T09:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:59:41.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day : Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIazscmu0vI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-ZMOsglExH4/s1600-h/Dreams.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIazscmu0vI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-ZMOsglExH4/s400/Dreams.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226061993784300274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on the image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of us let our dreams die, but others nourish and protect them, nurse them through bad days till they bring them to sunshine and light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8792090953681606226?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8792090953681606226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8792090953681606226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8792090953681606226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8792090953681606226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-of-day-dreams.html' title='Thought of the day : Dreams'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIazscmu0vI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-ZMOsglExH4/s72-c/Dreams.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5721732002828341393</id><published>2008-07-22T11:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:39:22.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day : Roads of Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIV5jIrJjlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/M0PqN-El-SE/s1600-h/tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIV5jIrJjlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/M0PqN-El-SE/s400/tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225716587164175954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on the Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5721732002828341393?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5721732002828341393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5721732002828341393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5721732002828341393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5721732002828341393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-of-day-roads-of-twist.html' title='Thought of the day : Roads of Twist'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIV5jIrJjlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/M0PqN-El-SE/s72-c/tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6223488988843518082</id><published>2008-07-21T09:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:35:27.471+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought of The day : Aim High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIQK39Wm2dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6WZp8bb3fLU/s1600-h/aim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIQK39Wm2dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6WZp8bb3fLU/s400/aim.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225313424135084498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars..&lt;br /&gt;...And Aim for High....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6223488988843518082?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6223488988843518082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6223488988843518082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6223488988843518082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6223488988843518082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-of-day-aim-high.html' title='Thought of The day : Aim High'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIQK39Wm2dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6WZp8bb3fLU/s72-c/aim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4123338758046679044</id><published>2008-07-18T16:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:44:10.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day : Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIB6-tJM54I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/W284btMzFq0/s1600-h/happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIB6-tJM54I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/W284btMzFq0/s400/happy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224310785438443394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: &lt;br /&gt; someone to love, &lt;br /&gt;  something to do, &lt;br /&gt;   and something to hope for&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4123338758046679044?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4123338758046679044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4123338758046679044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4123338758046679044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4123338758046679044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day : Happy'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIB6-tJM54I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/W284btMzFq0/s72-c/happy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5608042711630703669</id><published>2008-07-18T10:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:14:45.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day : Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIAftzG5TWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bREucAx_UNA/s1600-h/Flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIAftzG5TWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bREucAx_UNA/s400/Flowers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224210439423479138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are always flowers for those who want to see them&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5608042711630703669?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5608042711630703669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5608042711630703669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5608042711630703669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5608042711630703669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-of-day-flowers.html' title='Thought of the Day : Flowers'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SIAftzG5TWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bREucAx_UNA/s72-c/Flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4905776421245973984</id><published>2008-07-17T14:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:13:21.872+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Kung Fu Panda</title><content type='html'>Po (The Panda in the movie) works faithfully in his family’s noodle shop, but by night he dreams of becoming a true master of the martial arts. Po's defining characteristic appears to be that he is the laziest of all the animals in ancient China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SH8HKukC1RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fV-gA7C8KEg/s1600-h/kung_fu_panda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SH8HKukC1RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fV-gA7C8KEg/s320/kung_fu_panda2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223901973652362514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So story goes like this, one fine day the while selection of the Dragon Fighter, Pa falls from the sky on a firecracker and gets selected as someone who will bring the peace to the valley. The Furious Five legends Tigress , Crane , Mantis , Viper, Monkey, and their wise sensei, Master Shifu, all draw on their vast knowledge of fighting skills in order to transform a lumbering panda bear into a lethal fighting machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SH8HRGMmV8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gCXUM7OyXPw/s1600-h/kung_fu_panda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SH8HRGMmV8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gCXUM7OyXPw/s320/kung_fu_panda1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223902083075692482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villain snow leopard Tai Lung gets him self free from the jail and comes over to fight the dragon fighter. Animation in the movie is simply amazing and i loved the way Pa learns the kung fu and way he makes fun around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animation is great, story is simple and amaZing, worth one time watch... a great movie and message it gives, There is nothing called as secret ingredient, believe in our self go get what we want... Go and watch it... Nice movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4905776421245973984?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4905776421245973984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4905776421245973984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4905776421245973984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4905776421245973984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-kung-fu-panda.html' title='Movie Review : Kung Fu Panda'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SH8HKukC1RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fV-gA7C8KEg/s72-c/kung_fu_panda2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-1720950773916429184</id><published>2008-07-16T09:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:34:43.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Watch You Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SH1y88ZBHUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOINMf4LeFI/s1600-h/Glass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SH1y88ZBHUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOINMf4LeFI/s400/Glass.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223457534148418882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote on Image: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Blindly I imagined I could keep you under a glass. Now I understand to hold you I must open my hand and watch you rise&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By : Mariah Carey quotes (American Singer. b.1970, New York,USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual Quote : When you love someone so deeply they become your life, it's easy to succumb overwhelming fears inside. Blindly I imagined I could keep you under a glass. Now I understand to hold you I must open my hand and watch you rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-1720950773916429184?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1720950773916429184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=1720950773916429184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1720950773916429184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1720950773916429184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day-watch-you-rise.html' title='Quote of the Day : Watch You Rise'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SH1y88ZBHUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOINMf4LeFI/s72-c/Glass.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7360625876388932117</id><published>2008-07-14T19:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:37:03.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day : Journey of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHtgIFuO0nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zu9lpS4keRg/s1600-h/wheel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHtgIFuO0nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zu9lpS4keRg/s400/wheel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222873884957528690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quote :&lt;br /&gt;There's one sad truth in life I've found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While journeying east and west -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only folks we really wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those we love the best&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on image to open and save it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Image :&lt;br /&gt;This is a wheel of the Bus. I took this picture by taking my hand out of the window and banding till the wheel and clicking it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7360625876388932117?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7360625876388932117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7360625876388932117' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7360625876388932117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7360625876388932117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-of-day-journey-of-life.html' title='Thought of the Day : Journey of Life'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHtgIFuO0nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zu9lpS4keRg/s72-c/wheel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5267716786371619898</id><published>2008-07-14T14:17:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:30:56.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Hancock</title><content type='html'>Hancock.. A new Superhero..A new tough guy..&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsT76leW6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/d8ukiQa8pBA/s1600-h/hancock1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsT76leW6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/d8ukiQa8pBA/s200/hancock1_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222790112925866914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And someone in love again. His powers include flight, invulnerability, fantastic physical strength and extreme longevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are heroes… there are superheroes… and then there’s Hancock (Will Smith).&lt;br /&gt;Hancock is a story of Hancock, a drunk, a super-hero who is staying in the LA to save the people out of trouble. He regularly saves lives and catches criminals. Hancock is misunderstood, and even though his heroic acts and getting job done he is not having a great fan following. City people hate him for the damages that Hancock makes. And Hancock doesn’t care what the people has opinion about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we see Hancock in movie, it starts with 3 people who are being chased by LAPD by cars and helicopters. Hancock flies in the sky, picks it up in the air and places the vehicle atop the needle on the Capitol Records building, leaving thousands of dollars of damage.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsUkCxlAEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FyRYV1T815Q/s1600-h/hancock-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsUkCxlAEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FyRYV1T815Q/s200/hancock-photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222790802318884930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One fateful day Hancock saves Ray Embrey (Jason Bateman) from a freight-train collision with his car, but the drunken superhero does this in such a haphazard manner as to cause considerable damage to the subsequently derailed freight cars. Ray teaches Hancock to politely compliment the police whenever the situation merits it. He also supplies him with a very simply-designed costume after other models are rejected by Hancock as being "homo" (that is really funny). Also one of part where he puts head of one of the criminal in the A*S of another buy because he tells him A*SH**E, movie is funny, action packed and a simple, unforgettably simply love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month in jail as per Ray’s advice, he is summoned by the Chief of Police to help save a female officer who is seriously injured down in a bank robbery shootout. Hancock takes his recent sensitivity training by Ray to say good job and take permissions, not to damage properties, to ridiculous extremes in asking the trapped woman's permission to touch her, saying her its not sexually he is trying to touch here (real funny)  but then carries her out of harm's way and neutralizes the gang. However, Red (Eddie Marsan), the leader of the robbers, is holding down a dead man's switch on a detonator and requires a little more finesse. After being called an asshole by Red (a word, Hancock hates) , Hancock defuses the situation by cutting the man's hand at the wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the operation, Hancock becomes popular, as Embrey had told him. Ray and his wife Mary (Charlize Theron) go out to dinner with Hancock, where he relates how he woke up 80 years earlier with no memories of his former life. Later that night, while Ray sleeps after passing out from drinking too much, Hancock discovers that Mary has super powers as well, when he kisses her. Mary reveals that they are the last two "gods" or "angels" on Earth and have been together off and on for nigh unto 3,000 years. All of the others of their kind have died - when they get too close to each other they become mortal, and this makes them susceptible to aging, injury and death. These immortals were created in pairs and are inevitably drawn towards each other; she has been Hancock's twin flame and spouse for the last three millennium. She left him after he lost his memory following an attack in order to keep him from becoming mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Hancock have a brief spat over revealing this fact to Ray, &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsUx47GxgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cIbAMcBgu54/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsUx47GxgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cIbAMcBgu54/s200/charlie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222791040192660994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inadvertently doing just that in the process. Hancock is later shot twice in the chest when he stops a liquor store robbery. When he is admitted to the hospital, the news media covers it, thus revealing his location. Shortly before this the news had also revealed that Red had orchestrated a jail break during which eight men escaped. Along with two other men, whom Hancock humiliated in a confrontation during his first day in prison, the revenge-driven villain heads to the hospital. Mary is shot while attempting to protect Hancock. Hancock finishes off the henchmen but is severely wounded during the confrontation. Just as Hancock is about to be killed by a one-handed Red, Ray grabs a fire axe and chops the killer's other hand off before killing him with another blow. Mary is saved and Hancock's powers are fully restored in the wake of his discharge from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What I liked the best in the movie was a silent message which says, when you love someone it doesn’t mean, you have to be with them... You can love them with all you have.. And still you choose to leave apart for the better of them...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters of the movie are as follows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Smith as John Hancock, an alcoholic, down-and-out, incredibly sarcastic superhero. He is invulnerable, does not age, possesses superhuman strength, and can fly at supersonic speeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Bateman as Ray Embrey, a corporate public relations consultant whose life Hancock saves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsVAE9y8lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ml3Kq1zqX4A/s1600-h/charlize_theron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsVAE9y8lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ml3Kq1zqX4A/s200/charlize_theron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222791283943338578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlize Theron as Mary Embrey, Ray's wife(I love her and she is simply amazing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5267716786371619898?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5267716786371619898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5267716786371619898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5267716786371619898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5267716786371619898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-hancock.html' title='Movie Review : Hancock'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHsT76leW6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/d8ukiQa8pBA/s72-c/hancock1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5738298608775887920</id><published>2008-07-11T10:38:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:36:21.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day : Music of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHbrKfI8t3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cGncWCu7OwI/s1600-h/music.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHbrKfI8t3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cGncWCu7OwI/s400/music.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221619383372920690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote : After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click on image to open and save it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Picture:&lt;br /&gt;This picture is taken on a cold night along a lake from a height. I was standing and there were shops along the lake, so then i started to click pictures, my hand shook a bit because of cold and picture like music formed due to lights on the street and shops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5738298608775887920?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5738298608775887920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5738298608775887920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5738298608775887920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5738298608775887920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day-music-of-life.html' title='Quote of the Day : Music of Life'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHbrKfI8t3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cGncWCu7OwI/s72-c/music.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4225248829631356848</id><published>2008-07-10T11:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:50:34.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Jaane tu ya jaane na....</title><content type='html'>Opposites attract. But they do repel as well. Such is the story of Jai and Aditi, the protagonists of ‘Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na’.Set in a college campus, the film is a tale of friendship, bonding and love. It is about discovering love in one’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHWr_P5kCpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zWihsVMcjLc/s1600-h/genellia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHWr_P5kCpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zWihsVMcjLc/s320/genellia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221268446094035602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with the story telling...A gal of gujju guy goes to airport to receive friends of his. And since flight is delayed (Wow... a very unique thing of hindi movie), and there they start with STORY of Aditi and Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay, from Royal family in Rajasthan living with her mom in Mumbai, is not a typically Dare, angry young man types. Jai is a Rajput, but he can’t even kill an ant. He is perhaps the most non-violent Rajput you would find in either side of the Aravallis. But instead he is cool, calm and composed. Aditi, ever ready to fight.. to punch and to go on extremes of the emotions.Aditi is the diametric opposite of Jai. She is violent and over-passionate. The most unfortunate thing a person can do is pick a fight with her. When Aditi shoots off her mouth, there is no stopping her. Both are together for 5 years of college life, and 4 other friends of them.And there are others as well in the campus group. There is Rotlu who weeps secretly for Aditi. There is Bombs whose heart throbs for Jai. There is Jiggy who applies golden mascara to his hair. And there is Shaleen, the ever-enthusiastic guitar player. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHWsFSZ-3TI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6czux84ov-s/s1600-h/pappu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHWsFSZ-3TI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6czux84ov-s/s320/pappu.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221268549846097202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gujju guy, a gitar gal, a rotlu and someone late to undertand the things. All 6 of them are simply amazing. In guest appearance there are, Nasruddin shah (father of jay), Arbaaz and Sohail khan, riding horses in city and going to dance clubs on them... wow isn’t that great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie is quite simply plotted with simpllllle(yes, with so many l's) to understand the things, flow is here and there... songs are quite good... and I am in love with Aditi song... Genelia is quite good looking... Imraan leaves an impression but I guess needs sometime before he really rocks... Brother of the Genellia in the movie is quite good and his pet, a Rat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie is Great and I will really love to watch it again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4225248829631356848?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4225248829631356848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4225248829631356848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4225248829631356848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4225248829631356848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-jaane-tu-ya-jaane-na.html' title='Movie Review : Jaane tu ya jaane na....'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHWr_P5kCpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zWihsVMcjLc/s72-c/genellia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-9021069494767782664</id><published>2008-07-07T09:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:24:03.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Seven...</title><content type='html'>The Number 7 has for ages been regarded as the Number of mystery relating to the spiritual side of things,&lt;br /&gt;the seven, whenever mentioned, always stands in relation to the spiritual or mysterious God force, and has a curious significance in this sense whenever employed. &lt;br /&gt;For a few instances of this, take the seven days (or cycles) of the creation as referred to in Genesis: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven heavens, so often referred to.&lt;br /&gt;The seven thrones.&lt;br /&gt;The seven seals.&lt;br /&gt;The seven churches.&lt;br /&gt;The seven Devas of the Hindus' Bible.&lt;br /&gt;The seven Angels of the Chaldeans.&lt;br /&gt;The seven Amschaspands of Persian faith.&lt;br /&gt;The seven Sephiroth of the Hebrew Cabala.&lt;br /&gt;The seven Archangels of Revelation, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHGTUYQLn5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hM_lquGk_Jc/s1600-h/seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHGTUYQLn5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hM_lquGk_Jc/s320/seven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220115421416103826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is a Prime Number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is a Mersenne Number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is an Octahedral Number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is a Lucas Number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is a Centered Hexagonal Number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is a Heptagonal Number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is a Hexagonal Pyramidal Number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is the maximal number of regions into which 3 lines divide a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 colors of the rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 double letters of the Hebrew Alphabet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 classical planets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh heaven is the farthest of the concentric spheres containing the stars in the Moslem and cabalist systems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven is the maximum number of eclipses of the Sun and Moon that can occur in any one year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 directions: north, south, east, west, up, down and the center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In almost every system of antiquity there are frequent references to the number seven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are seven visible planets and luminaries (Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn). Each one rules a day of the week (Sun=Sunday, Saturn= Saturday, Moon=Monday, etc.) and that is where the seven day week came from. Each one is supposed to have a particular virtue or power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is the number of fortunate people to get birth on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes for the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-9021069494767782664?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/9021069494767782664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=9021069494767782664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/9021069494767782664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/9021069494767782664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/seven.html' title='Seven...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SHGTUYQLn5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hM_lquGk_Jc/s72-c/seven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-7244640928959693413</id><published>2008-07-04T12:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:28:53.669+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mind or Heart</title><content type='html'>The heart is always right—&lt;br /&gt;if there's a question of choosing between the &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SG3JgqolnuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gNh0s2m6r2I/s1600-h/mind1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219049106229796578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SG3JgqolnuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gNh0s2m6r2I/s320/mind1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219049266927989218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SG3JqBSBceI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A7YEN8gDIQo/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;mind and the heart—&lt;br /&gt;because mind is a creation of the society. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SG3Jc82QD7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RNRKOZeUZWA/s1600-h/mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been educated.&lt;br /&gt;You have been given it by the society,&lt;br /&gt;not by existence.&lt;br /&gt;The heart is unpolluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SG3JqBSBceI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A7YEN8gDIQo/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Nice Day….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-7244640928959693413?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/7244640928959693413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=7244640928959693413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7244640928959693413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/7244640928959693413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-is-always-right-if-theres.html' title='Mind or Heart'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SG3JgqolnuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gNh0s2m6r2I/s72-c/mind1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-794624566483793185</id><published>2008-07-02T16:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:44:54.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : The Incredible Hulk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGti69OnEbI/AAAAAAAAADw/7N0JQnCsMC8/s1600-h/hulk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGti69OnEbI/AAAAAAAAADw/7N0JQnCsMC8/s320/hulk2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218373358246629810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say about this movie. Action packed, an explosive movie with unfulfilled but not incomplete love of Bruce Banner (Edward Norton) and Betty Ross (Liv Tyler).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce, if got angry, becomes an uncommon man, a strong creature, created by a gamma ray explosion, lives silently hiding in Brazil and works at a drinks company. Where by accident he reveals his identity to the persons who are searching for him. This nasty U.S. general has discovered his whereabouts -- and this guy desperately wants the secret to The Hulk. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGtiU2SkxbI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dq5OPG5h75U/s1600-h/hulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGtiU2SkxbI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dq5OPG5h75U/s320/hulk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218372703549179314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The general wants the DNA samples of the Bruce and might want to recreate some of them. He gives the some of the lab-generated medicines to one of the soldier, played by Tim Roth and that creates a fight of titans between them on the college campus. A scene where hulk,means Bruce saves the Betty, by covering her after the high pitch volume generating machines is touchy. And when Betty says to Brice, "Its OK", wow.. can you imagine a girl talking to a beast of 7+ft, and huge, green in color, looking straight in eyes that its OK. Hulks eyes filled with tears, which never came out i guess. Love scene where they both get passionate and stops because it increases the Bruce's beats... &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGtjG6RwnrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jAze9CicDQQ/s1600-h/couple.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGtjG6RwnrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jAze9CicDQQ/s320/couple.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218373563612962482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scene where Bitty sells of her necklace.. I must say a good movie. Full of actions and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly but not least, Bruce buying it back an d giving it back to her... A great end to a great love story of an action movie. It says, though we are not together but it grows and it has..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions are amazing.. sequence of events and all packed to make Hulk a good bet of Money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-794624566483793185?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/794624566483793185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=794624566483793185' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/794624566483793185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/794624566483793185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-incredible-hulk.html' title='Movie Review : The Incredible Hulk'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGti69OnEbI/AAAAAAAAADw/7N0JQnCsMC8/s72-c/hulk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-1278914048436682589</id><published>2008-07-02T16:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:24:48.624+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ઊગી જવાના</title><content type='html'>ચાલ, વરસાદની મોસમ છે, વરસતાં જઇએ,&lt;br /&gt;ઝાંઝવા હો કે દરિયાવ, તરસતાં જઇએ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;મોતના દેશથી કહે છે કે બધાં ભડકે છે,&lt;br /&gt;કૈં નથી કામ, છતાં ચાલ, અમસ્તાં જઇએ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;આપણે કયાં છે મમત એક જગાએ રહીએ,&lt;br /&gt;માર્ગ માગે છે ઘણાં, ચાલને, ખસતાં જઇએ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;સાવ નિર્જન છે આ વેરાન, બીજું શું કરીએ,&lt;br /&gt;બાંધીએ એક નગર, ને જરા વસતાં જઇએ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;તાલ દેનારને પળ એક મૂંઝવવાની મઝા,&lt;br /&gt;રાગ છેડ્યો છે રુદનનો, છતાં હસતાં જઇએ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ઊગી જવાના -હર્ષ બ્રહ્મભટ્ટ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-1278914048436682589?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1278914048436682589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=1278914048436682589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1278914048436682589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1278914048436682589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='ઊગી જવાના'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6990379810863785597</id><published>2008-07-01T17:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:02:30.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A clean Bath of Mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGoj1MNNy9I/AAAAAAAAADg/koy3GeqJxJ8/s1600-h/Mahananda+Dairy+-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218022514978835410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGoj1MNNy9I/AAAAAAAAADg/koy3GeqJxJ8/s320/Mahananda+Dairy+-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Night and Tuesday Morning was a shower time for Mumbai with all the promises by Mumbai Comissionar, BMC also washed away with them. Rain was too much...a relief from traffic for a day as there was no smoke or line of the vehicles but flow of water on the roads, and people, vehicles waiting for them to be cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What so ever it may be but life of Mumbai Never stopped, people continued to work and people were running as usual. What most thing about Mumbai is it never stops. Floods, Blasts, anything, we will walk, we will run but we will never say die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love the way people handle the things here... Kudos to all the people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6990379810863785597?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6990379810863785597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6990379810863785597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6990379810863785597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6990379810863785597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/07/clean-bath-of-mumbai.html' title='A clean Bath of Mumbai'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGoj1MNNy9I/AAAAAAAAADg/koy3GeqJxJ8/s72-c/Mahananda+Dairy+-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4546659998778436482</id><published>2008-06-30T18:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:04:37.994+05:30</updated><title type='text'>મુસાફિરને આજે</title><content type='html'>મુસાફિરને આજે, દિશાઓ નડે છે,&lt;br /&gt;વિકલ્પો નડે છે, વિસામો નડે છે.&lt;br /&gt;ન હો જો કશું તો, અભાવો નડે છે,&lt;br /&gt;મળે જો બધું તો, સ્વભાવો નડે છે.&lt;br /&gt;લઈ એ ફરે છે હૃદયમાં દીવાલો&lt;br /&gt;ના ભૂલી શક્યો જે, બનાવો નડે છે.&lt;br /&gt;નવા નેત્રથી એને, જોવું છે જીવન&lt;br /&gt;ઊગી છે જે આંખે, અમાસો નડે છે.&lt;br /&gt;તને તારું જીવન, ફરી પાછું દેતાં,&lt;br /&gt;હવે એને થોડા, લગાવો નડે છે.&lt;br /&gt;- હિમાંશુ ભટ્ટ … 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4546659998778436482?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4546659998778436482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4546659998778436482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4546659998778436482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4546659998778436482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='મુસાફિરને આજે'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-6129564457803612012</id><published>2008-06-27T13:46:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:35:40.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGSiT8Z9Y6I/AAAAAAAAADI/p8DFwXz1upc/s1600-h/img-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGSiPWTz33I/AAAAAAAAADA/A0C1YfKqG40/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216472652972285810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGSiPWTz33I/AAAAAAAAADA/A0C1YfKqG40/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi Aditi wo bichhar jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Aise mei koi kaise apne aansu o ko behne se roke?&lt;br /&gt;Aur kaise koi sochle everything's gonna be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi to lage zindagi mein rahi naa khushi aur naa mazaa.&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi to lage har din mushkil aur har pal ek sazaa.&lt;br /&gt;Aise mein koi kaise mushkuraye, kaise hasde khush hoke?&lt;br /&gt;Aur kaise koi soch de everything gonna be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soch jara jaaneja tujhko hum kitna chahte hai. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGSieH_SLlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5IKTG5dcBYA/s1600-h/img-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216472906826133074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGSieH_SLlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5IKTG5dcBYA/s320/img-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotein hai hum bhi aggar teri ankhon mein aansu aate hai.&lt;br /&gt;Gaane to aata nahi hai magar phir bhi hum gaate hai.&lt;br /&gt;Ke Aditi maana kabhi-kabhi saare jahan mein andhera hota hai;&lt;br /&gt;Lekin raat ke baad hi to sabera hota hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi mei yuhi koi apna lagta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi Aditi wo bichhar jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Aditi Hasde hasde hasde hasde hasde, hasde tu zara.&lt;br /&gt;Nahi to bus thora thora thora thora thora, thora mushkura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu khush hai to lage ke jahan mein chhaayi hai khushi.&lt;br /&gt;Suraj nikle baadlon se aur baatein zindagi.&lt;br /&gt;Suun to jara madhosh hawa tujhse kehne lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Ke Aditi wo jo bichhad-te hai ek na ek din phir mil jaate hai;&lt;br /&gt;Aditi jaane tu ya jaane na phool phir khil jaate hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGSiiuGHmiI/AAAAAAAAADY/SQsBBSmPfyc/s1600-h/img-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216472985774823970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGSiiuGHmiI/AAAAAAAAADY/SQsBBSmPfyc/s320/img-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi mei yuhi koi apna lagta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi Aditi wo bichhar jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai.&lt;br /&gt;( Hey Aditi Hasde hasde hasde hasde hasde, hasde tu zara.&lt;br /&gt;Nahi to bus thora thora thora thora thora, thora mushkura. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-6129564457803612012?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/6129564457803612012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=6129564457803612012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6129564457803612012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/6129564457803612012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/06/kabhi-kabhi-aditi-zindagi.html' title='Kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGSiPWTz33I/AAAAAAAAADA/A0C1YfKqG40/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8337122965516834248</id><published>2008-06-26T14:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:44:00.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maine dil se kaha dhoond laana khushi</title><content type='html'>Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGNdq2pJTEI/AAAAAAAAACw/8KezCJ7LlPw/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGNdq2pJTEI/AAAAAAAAACw/8KezCJ7LlPw/s320/alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216115784229145666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bechaara kahan jaanta tha&lt;br /&gt;Khalish hai yeh kya khala hai&lt;br /&gt;Shehar bhar ki khushi se&lt;br /&gt;Yeh dard mera bhala hai&lt;br /&gt;Jashna yeh raaz na aaye&lt;br /&gt;Mazaa toh bas gam main aaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi hai ishq ka ujaala&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi hai maut ka andhera&lt;br /&gt;Bataao kaun bes hoga&lt;br /&gt;Main jogi banu ya lutera&lt;br /&gt;Kayi chehre hai is dil ke&lt;br /&gt;Najaane kaunsa mera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGNdw5cfZnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/n4ny9dJW_hQ/s1600-h/alone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGNdw5cfZnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/n4ny9dJW_hQ/s320/alone1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216115888060589682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazaaron aaise phaasle the&lt;br /&gt;Jo Tai karne chale the&lt;br /&gt;raahe magar chal padi thi&lt;br /&gt;Aur peeche hum rah gaye the&lt;br /&gt;kadam Do chaar chal paaye&lt;br /&gt;Kiye phere tere mann ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8337122965516834248?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8337122965516834248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8337122965516834248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8337122965516834248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8337122965516834248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/06/maine-dil-se-kaha-dhoond-laana-khushi.html' title='Maine dil se kaha dhoond laana khushi'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SGNdq2pJTEI/AAAAAAAAACw/8KezCJ7LlPw/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5550782464328788691</id><published>2008-06-23T17:25:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:41:35.574+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You reach at a stage in life when its stops giving and starts taking...</title><content type='html'>I heard this quote, sentence when I was watching a movie and it went straight to my mind, heart. What a big sentence and how silently said... "You reach at a stage in life when its stops giving and starts taking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way to look at this thing according to movie is, When we are young, we have opportunity to meet new people, we have opportunity to make relations, to have new ideas, to have new vision, dare, opportunity... but as the wheel of life turns and turns... hands in clock moves and moves&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SF-PewfRwRI/AAAAAAAAACg/cRp2ow7wRCg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215044652093260050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SF-PewfRwRI/AAAAAAAAACg/cRp2ow7wRCg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... we reach at a stage when we start loosing what we have.. We don’t have as many friends as before, we don’t have as many ideas as before... we don’t have as much opportunities, vision or dare as before. We become weak, we become slave of time... we become Nothing. This quote can remind us to gather as much as we can, spread as much good as we can so that when its time to give back.... we have options to live and give more out of the kitty we gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing which I noticed here is its not age but your thought that makes you f&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SF-PnySWfII/AAAAAAAAACo/MNSV9rWy1kQ/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215044807194737794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SF-PnySWfII/AAAAAAAAACo/MNSV9rWy1kQ/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eel this... If you think you are loosing then you are... I haven’t been in great thought over past few months and thought that it has taken enough toll on me... i have lost many things and way ahead seems dark.. But I have not grown that old that it starts taking... i have not lost hairs from my head that life needs them too... its in thoughts and thats what drives our lives.. We are what we think... we are what we believe in... I am what I believe in... I believe in you... But do you believe in me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5550782464328788691?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5550782464328788691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5550782464328788691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5550782464328788691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5550782464328788691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-reach-at-stage-in-life-when-its.html' title='You reach at a stage in life when its stops giving and starts taking...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SF-PewfRwRI/AAAAAAAAACg/cRp2ow7wRCg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-9096879184637688730</id><published>2008-06-19T14:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:37:28.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>UNSHED WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;UNSHED WORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFoa-ELt9QI/AAAAAAAAACY/B2ggR8e1i-Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213509172211873026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFoa-ELt9QI/AAAAAAAAACY/B2ggR8e1i-Y/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A little unshed rain drop&lt;br /&gt;May look too small&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;somewhere a thirsty flower awaits its floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little unshed word unsaid&lt;br /&gt;May look too small to say&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;somewhere for that one word&lt;br /&gt;A heart may pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sent to me by Harsh, I had to search for its author on the net. Pardon if I am wrong, but I guess its written by Allison, Hellen Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;I must say what a commendable work. We see the flowers, tress, and plants around us. Day by day they keep loosing the charm they have, they loose the bright green carpet, the fragrance they have... But just a drop of rain, brings back everything. They are in joy again. Haven’t it makes them forget the wait they have to do it for this rebirth or regain of the beauty they had? Each plant around awaits the rain, and author had made a great work by saying thirsty flower. I don’t know whether ever I can be able to put this in the words or the meaning this poem has, but its really great work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is quite miserable when it doesn't go by the standards you look at. I spent yesterday whole night roaming at the Colaba, Marine Drive, Worli sea face etc and I met a friend of friend. We were discussing about social ties that each of us are or will be bound to. He said, spend a year before you tie your self. I was just thinking on this, and I wondered how does it help. Many of the people spend considerable time to know and to know better. But sometimes you met or you don't meet, it feels like eternity. You spend a quality time together and then as said in the quote "somewhere for that one word A heart may pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pray for the things to go your way, but they never. You come across situations in life when you are screwed up, (like me??? never :) ). You feel you have lost the way but path you want to travel is in front of your eyes but the toll is what you are unable to pay. The toll here the word you want to hear.. if you cant hear that word, you cant travel, because .."... somewhere for that one word A heart may pray ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 days, except yesterday's night were worse. Don't know what to say but they are like cheapest of your life. No value for you, yourself and you cant complain too. You are dieing inside, the hattered is growing and you lie to yourself that things are great. Why it happens when you don't want to do something, yet you have to do it. When you don't want to live, still you have to breathe, when you want to shut your eyes, you wake up.. why??? Just for one thing.."... somewhere for that one word A heart may pray ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I will be able to be courageous, how long I will be able to lie to myself, I don't know how long the survival of the fittest will last.. but as long as it last, as long its there... its a hope... for a "UNSHED WORD"... its only till that day because then it doesn't make a difference....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-9096879184637688730?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/9096879184637688730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=9096879184637688730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/9096879184637688730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/9096879184637688730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/06/unshed-word.html' title='UNSHED WORD'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFoa-ELt9QI/AAAAAAAAACY/B2ggR8e1i-Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-903198946019877577</id><published>2008-06-11T13:54:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:59:55.059+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-L_TOFQtI/AAAAAAAAABY/WbUkAMzXzaM/s1600-h/first-rain-of-the-season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-L_TOFQtI/AAAAAAAAABY/WbUkAMzXzaM/s320/first-rain-of-the-season.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210537213498311378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark night and I was standing in the balcony. Looking at the sky and the far off lights on the hills. Suddenly lighting struck in the sky and it started thundering... Slowly a wet smell of the ground refreshed each one... a new life of the plant restored, a cool breeze started to flow and there it came... first rain of the season... Greeting of the first rain to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it started to fall and life on the street started disappearing, an emptiness filled on the roads, and remembrance of the people came. I sometimes wonder about human feeling, how they shape up and how weak sometimes a person is in front of his or her feeling. Like wise, rainy season is a season where you remember the playing in the muds, getting wet in the rain, scolding of mom for getting wet yet again in the day, reasons to avoid school, looking at the person you love getting wet in the rain.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-MPsWFNmI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z21xsoD00z4/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-MPsWFNmI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z21xsoD00z4/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210537495120655970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holding the hands and you don’t find any vehicles to commute, the wait for vehicle with person you hold close to your heart, you wait for it to come early so that you can drop her home safely, but, at the same time thinking and praying for vehicle to get delayed so that this romantic fall of the sky, the water from her face dropping on the grounds, or falling on your hand and you taste it to feel her closer... Aha nothing can be beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-Mfeof3fI/AAAAAAAAABo/5aKZir4I0l8/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-Mfeof3fI/AAAAAAAAABo/5aKZir4I0l8/s320/images2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210537766317710834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.. You are returning from a movie, rain started, you stuck on the road, waters and you board the heavily crowed bus. You stare the person you love and she feels embarrass as you look at her clothes stuck to her skin, She is sitting and you are standing next to her, looking at her from head to toe from height… she is adjusting of her dupatta and you turn your face not to embarrass her.. And there you feel the richest person in the world. Rain made your day and you started loving it more... Rainy seasons can make many good things and you have countless encounters when you think of becoming child again in this rain... Walk on Marine Drive say, a cool evening, single blue jadoo types windcheater and you two.. Just rains dropping and you walking....Amazing it can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each season has its beauty and I guess rain is the season of flourishing love.. Rain gives new life to everything... Trees and nature earth awakens to a green carpet, &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-MvtvAa5I/AAAAAAAAABw/ILN9VNmEIDA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-MvtvAa5I/AAAAAAAAABw/ILN9VNmEIDA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210538045249448850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you feel life flowing in them.. As I look through my office window and I see trees dancing and rejoicing in the rain... Rain fulfills the thirst of the earth. Rains nothing beats the beauty of this season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also another aspect of the beauty of the rain is the colors filling the sky in the form or Rainbow. It reminds how colorful things can be after a dark and wet day. After thunders, beauty of silence emerges. I was able to spot it last weekend, when I was on long drive along the costal way in the rain with bunch of friends. We were going along the beach, waves were coming to shore with all the force they had.. High tide was on its way.. Dark clouds and mild sun light made it stunning beautiful. And there it appeared.. Colors come in half circle and a beautiful rainbow.. It reminds me of the all the good times we had, having and we are going to have. A beauty beyond the words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-M555gHrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sAs-p-v_T0k/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-M555gHrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sAs-p-v_T0k/s320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210538220313386674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a rainy season is the reason to ignite the passion, recreate the world, awaking again with a new vigor and freshness.. Let’s take on the things because we are ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nice quotes I found on the net on the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is the rain!&lt;br /&gt;After the dust and the heat,&lt;br /&gt;In the broad and fiery street,&lt;br /&gt;In the narrow lane,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is the rain!&lt;br /&gt;-By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Rain in Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel in disguise she was, but somehow you fell for her. Until she broke your heart that day, and left you in the rain, but still I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;-By ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-903198946019877577?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/903198946019877577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=903198946019877577' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/903198946019877577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/903198946019877577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-rain.html' title='First Rain...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SE-L_TOFQtI/AAAAAAAAABY/WbUkAMzXzaM/s72-c/first-rain-of-the-season.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3623560016408882184</id><published>2008-06-02T15:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:18:00.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy in the race of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SEPBrCoayOI/AAAAAAAAABI/baSLXs_ALQA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SEPBrCoayOI/AAAAAAAAABI/baSLXs_ALQA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207218539355359458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big a word is i am busy... and i was just discussing this with one of my friend with whom i went to the ride in sea yesterday. I told her how big this word or execuse is, "I am busy at today, or i am busy since past X hours, days"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we really that much occupied in the race with the time. I gues we are not. When we really want to do something, when we really want to meet someone, and when we really want to talk to someone, I know we can make time. I know i can make time. One of my friend was flying to the Netherlands, and when i told him, lets catch for a tea today noon. I know he had just one day in hand and he had to do all the packing, all the documents to pack and complete the office formalities, and what i got in return answer, "Sure!!! lets have it". We met and talked for a while only, we shared just a cuppa but i know he had to takeout 2 hours to make that happen, then i know he had to extend his work by 2 hours, packing in the late night and fly early. It made me realise, if want to do something, meet someone, or talk to someone, "I am so busy today", is a useless execuse that we all give. We can always find time for whom we want to meet, share ourselves and do what we actually want to do, be it not for a day but we can always have some minutes spared for someone if we really cared for that person. And if we tell that person, i am so busy today, we dont care for that person, because for person you care, you have always time in hand. If we really cared, and loved that person, we can always have time, what so ever out schedule can be and thus however busy my life can become, i will always find for a cup of tea, coffee, and share a time. Because, thats the only way i can show, i can care, i can meet and i can know, as no one is so much busy for not having a moment before its too much distance to apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say, time changes everything, but i guess in this life, we dont have time in hand to change also. I came across a nice quote by Georgia O'Keeffe(American Painter, 1887-1986), which goes like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the, Ecclesiastes 3:1-8,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt;And a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;A time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate,&lt;br /&gt;A time for war, and a time for peace.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As truly stated, we have time for everything, to born, to die, to plant, to plunk, to seek, weep, mourn or embrace... But what is in real is, We have no time... I must stop this now as "I dont have much time"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3623560016408882184?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3623560016408882184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3623560016408882184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3623560016408882184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3623560016408882184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-in-race-of-life.html' title='Busy in the race of life...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SEPBrCoayOI/AAAAAAAAABI/baSLXs_ALQA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-8343049521731104155</id><published>2008-05-13T23:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:36:09.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes the greatest journey is distance between two hearts....</title><content type='html'>Recently I was alone at home and thought to watch the movie,"U Me aur HUM".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFEsug27o1I/AAAAAAAAACA/llGd1CQcPes/s1600-h/distance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFEsug27o1I/AAAAAAAAACA/llGd1CQcPes/s320/distance1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995421450314578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review : A typical bollywood types of movie and got great performance by Ajay and Kajol, needless to mention the duo, looks great and steals the show. Ajay is doctor and is on cruze, with bunch of friends. He crosses his path with the Kajol and its like love at first site. Movie moves on, he learns salsa, gives her liquor chocolates and while lilies. Romantic?? hmm... romance starts after it, Kajol moves goes away and comes back after 2 months and they are happily married (???). There comes kahani mein twist, it is discovered that 28 year old has Alzheimer disease happen to only 2 in thousand (I also forget things and hope I am not second one) in this age. In between Pia (kajol) also become pregnant and give birth to baby boy under complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The domestic situation of the happy couple becomes difficult following a major incident caused due to Piya's disease where the couple's son is almost killed. Ajay reluctantly decides to place Piya in special care. Though Piya is unaware of her surroundings in the beginning, there happen to be times when she seems to be normal and remembers everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I liked about this movie, the opening catch like, "Sometimes the greatest journey is distance between two hearts...".&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFEs9KaHa6I/AAAAAAAAACI/edUSJqOTWNA/s1600-h/journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFEs9KaHa6I/AAAAAAAAACI/edUSJqOTWNA/s320/journey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995673121909666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We know a lot many people and spend time with many, but how many actually, yes ACTUALLY we know. I had a fortunate incident of having a chance to go on journey between my heart to her heart. I knew her for so long and yet I didn't knew that she can love me. I loved her and waited patiently and thought I will wait for love to grow in her. What a philosophical thought. Let me tell you, this is all wrong. NEVER WAIT. If you know you love her and make her smile, happy, go for it. Love is the only thing that will melt when you are in arms of one. It will show you path. And it doesn't make if you are committed, or hanged to social ties but do what you feel like. Love what you most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after waiting for long, and I was dishearten and felt, she doesn't love me. But No, love was grown and only problem was I was blind enough to not to read it in her eyes. I curse my self for that and I know what I have lost. I travelled a journey of love between my heart and her heart today, and we discovered a love, which was pure and with no demands. With no conditions. As its said in the movie,"U Me aur HUM", there are some bonus days and today was my bonus day. As I am reborn, I know I am also loved and I know someone cries for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFEtGtOkTpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UaUsudu6oEI/s1600-h/1atsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFEtGtOkTpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UaUsudu6oEI/s320/1atsunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995837087534738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have one wish, to go on cruise with her and a cruise where I can make her a princess. Will you join me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-8343049521731104155?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/8343049521731104155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=8343049521731104155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8343049521731104155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/8343049521731104155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-greates-journey-is-distance.html' title='Sometimes the greatest journey is distance between two hearts....'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SFEsug27o1I/AAAAAAAAACA/llGd1CQcPes/s72-c/distance1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-5347132071448095009</id><published>2008-04-29T10:45:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:54:13.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Feather in the cap but media believed in the SLAP...</title><content type='html'>On 10th and 12th July, 2006, news around the world were like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Key Indian satellite launch fails...&lt;br /&gt;Indian satellite launch ends in disaster....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today they read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SBav8asAHrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CIZUVUerO-0/s1600-h/isro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SBav8asAHrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CIZUVUerO-0/s320/isro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194532672709336754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ISRO Successfully Launches Ten Satellites...&lt;br /&gt;ISRO creates record with 10-satellite launch….&lt;br /&gt;Indian rocket puts a record 10 satellites into orbit…&lt;br /&gt;Indian Space scientists achieved another first with the launch of 10 Satellites ... satellite market and may grab a big pie in the satellite launch market. ...&lt;br /&gt;India in multi-satellite launch. India successfully launches 10 satellites in a single mission, in a major boost to its capabilities in space. ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO) added another feather to its cap on Monday by putting in orbit Cartosat-2A and delivered nine other satellites — the experimental Indian Mini Satellite IMS-1 and eight tiny commercial satellites — into a 637-km near-Earth orbit. Other Satellites include, the eight nanosats were built by universities in Canada, Denmark, Germany and the Netherlands. Called NLS-4 (a cluster of six), NLS-5 and RUBIN-8, they together weigh 50 kg. ISRO’s commercial arm Antrix Corporation charged $600,000 (about Rs 2.4 crore) for their launch. Among the satellites were CUTE from Japan and RUBIN from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SBav8KsAHqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xSRuL-qyNGs/s1600-h/PSLV-C6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SBav8KsAHqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xSRuL-qyNGs/s320/PSLV-C6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194532668414369442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its thirteenth flight conducted from Satish Dhawan Space Centre (SDSC) SHAR, Sriharikota, today (April 28, 2008), ISRO’s Polar Satellite Launch Vehicle, PSLV-C9, successfully launched the 690 kg Indian remote sensing satellite CARTOSAT-2A, the 83 kg Indian Mini Satellite (IMS-1) and eight nanosatellites for international customers into a 637 km polar Sun Synchronous Orbit (SSO). PSLV-C9 in its ‘core alone’ configuration launched ten satellites with a total weight of about 820 kg (a record in its own). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are unaware of PSLV, This was the 12th consecutive and successive PSLV flight from the Satish Dhawan Space Centre at Sriharikota. The same PSLV is being used to loft the Chandrayaan-1 lunar orbiter mission later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record multiple launch of 10 satellites in one shot started at 9.20 a.m. and lasted around 20 minutes. It once again showcased ISRO’s space transportation capability in polar, 1,000-km distances aboard the PSLV launcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, after reaching the home, Switched on the TV and told my friend for 5 minutes to see what media has to say on this Glorious moment of India(he was busy very busy watching cricket), The Moment which will make India glow in the so called, western dominated world in the field of Polar Launch Vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switched between the 2-3 news channels and I was too much disappointed to see the headlines. Headlines started like, Bhajji got this many matches punishment, Bhajji will loose 3 crore of rupees, BCCI yet to decide on the punishment and what others have to say on this. Nearly this 4 items displayed in the headlines and then came, what was proud moment of India was, India Launched 10 Satellites today. News Media had so much time to show what a slap can do, but they have very less time for what this launch has done for India. They are worried about 3 crore loss of harbhajan over the slap issue, but see what India as a country has gained, Forex, Yes absolutely, Technology implementation, yes we have proved on 29th April by launching 10 satellites, and We have made a mark in the world that, Yes, we Indians can also do it. But No this was known to common Indian. I asked my room mate, see the news man, its glorious day for India and he was unaware of what the Glory India has achieved that day. No one around me knew, But yes, they knew, Harbhajan was fined. Media was interested in showing that clipping thousand times and instead stayed away from the what is really called as news of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its disappointment to see the media, highlighting non important issue over glory of India for the sake of Money, Entertainment, and news channel have forgot they are here to show news not the Entertainment. Please Please show some courtesy towards the great Indian brains to who decide to stay in India when there is air of Go West movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was praying, please no similar incident on the news papers of tomorrow, and I glanced the TOI, Mumbai Edition, and I was happy to see, that it has posted that news in the headlines giving more space then the Bhajji case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr G. Madhavan Nair, Chairman, ISRO, said, below line, sadly, no one from common India was there to listen to it,&lt;br /&gt;"It is really a memorable moment. The mission was perfect and for the first time, 10 satellites were launched within one mission. We have set a record"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing per sure, ISRO has made us Proud and I will proudly say, Indians dare to do when others even fear to Think. Kudos and Jai Hind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SBawxKsAHsI/AAAAAAAAABA/GFuaT0SBRbQ/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SBawxKsAHsI/AAAAAAAAABA/GFuaT0SBRbQ/s320/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194533578947436226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-5347132071448095009?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/5347132071448095009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=5347132071448095009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5347132071448095009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/5347132071448095009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-feather-in-cap-but-media-believed.html' title='One Feather in the cap but media believed in the SLAP...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SBav8asAHrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CIZUVUerO-0/s72-c/isro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-2152441099807291746</id><published>2008-04-22T12:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:58:39.933+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sirf movie song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pehla woh pyaar lyrics'/><title type='text'>Lost.. can we get it back?</title><content type='html'>We sometimes think about the lost time, lost opportunity and lost so many things and we think about what if we got an opportunity to reverse the things?&lt;br /&gt;But can we? Recently i heard a beautiful song from movie, Sirf and it says that thing very simply and very innocently. I liked the lyrics and thats why i am putting them here and for those who can't understand hindi, please write a comment and i will try to convert it in to English. But a simple meaning of this is, i will hug my first love if got an chance... a beautiful song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;pehla Woh Pyaar Mil Jaaye Yaar - (2)&lt;br /&gt;Gale Se Laga Lunga Main Use Agar Ek Mauka Jo De&lt;br /&gt;Waqt Mudkar Mujhe Ek Mauka Jo De) - (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phir Se Dilko Basake, Pyaar Se Ghar Saja Tu&lt;br /&gt;Khushbu Se Yaar Ki Main Jindagi Mehka Du&lt;br /&gt;Yaar Ko Pyaar Du, Khone Na Main Phirse Agar&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ek Mauka Jo De, Waqt Mudkar Mujhe Ek Mauka Jo De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hausalon Ko Jagaake, Mushkilon Ko Saja Du&lt;br /&gt;Sapno Ko Phir Sajaake, Hey Raaston Se Mila Du&lt;br /&gt;Manjilein Pa Lu Main, Har Ek Kadam Jo Phir Se Agar&lt;br /&gt;He He He He Ek Mauka Jo De, Waqt Mudkar Mujhe Ek Mauka Jo De&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-2152441099807291746?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/2152441099807291746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=2152441099807291746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2152441099807291746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/2152441099807291746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost-can-we-get-it-back.html' title='Lost.. can we get it back?'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4676194501218163757</id><published>2008-04-09T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:09:18.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>50 first dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/R_xyYvHzsVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b4kkFGDvwK8/s1600-h/50Dates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/R_xyYvHzsVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b4kkFGDvwK8/s320/50Dates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187146640115609938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 first dates? What should I say about it, imagine you are dating the same girl, taking her on date with you and each time you feel her its first date you are on. I had such memory from my past experience and I must say, it feels very nice. So about movie, is about same thing but a different angle given to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry(Adam Sandler) is the guy living in a so called zoo (an arctic marine life veterinarian) and his ambition is to go on voyage to Alaska to study the underwater life of walruses. He lives in Hawaii, having many one night affairs and avoiding commitment. One day when he goes to sea, his ship meets with an accident and he reaches near by town. He visits local cafe and he spots, Lucy (Drew Barrymore). When a cheerful and live to be free Lucy meets cute and witty Henry, greets with "aloha." Unfortunately, Henry soon comes to know that thanks to an unfortunate car accident, Lucy’s short-term memory portion of her brain is injured. While she remembers everything that happened before the accident, memories from everyday following are wiped out. In order to keep Lucy happy, her brother and father makes the day of the accident daily. Imagine to make the girl to fall in love with you each day and that’s what Henry does, he makes Lucy fall in love with him each day. Part of where Lucy's father repaints house each day, eat same cake each day and watch same soccer match each day, touches an emotional part of life. A beautifully covered part of life where you know some one loves you dearly. The brother, Doug, by Sean Astin and Lucy’s father, Marlin, by Blake Clark, creates a funny, full of humor and true family life. These are persons who really care about one another. In addition to having Lucy a new copy of the same Sunday paper everyday, Doug and Marlin wash the same pink tee and linen pants for Lucy to wear, re-play a soccer video and celebrate Marlin’s birthday every evening. Definitely chuckle-worthy is the scene in which Doug and Marlin are subjected for probably one of their 100th viewing of The Sixth Sense, a video Lucy bought her father for his birthday. Of course, Lucy is shocked at the surprise ending every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of this hopeless romance is a story about an unforgettable love that is worth remembering today and the day after that and the day after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sweet, sincere and a nice Romantic comedy. And I would definitely rate it 4.5 over rating of 5 and I loved it watching. I am sure you will like it to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4676194501218163757?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4676194501218163757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4676194501218163757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4676194501218163757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4676194501218163757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/04/50-first-dates.html' title='50 first dates'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/R_xyYvHzsVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b4kkFGDvwK8/s72-c/50Dates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3413412619518084145</id><published>2008-04-02T14:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:50:58.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Artistically shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/R_NPrfHzsUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TlJkY6lQgfk/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/R_NPrfHzsUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TlJkY6lQgfk/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184575204540789058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recent trip to Jim Corbett National Park was one of the journey's I would rate higher among my few journeys. Environment, weather and place I was staying simply stunning. I was showing attached pic to one of my friend (??, we just talked, never met) and she described it as "artistically shot". I was just thinking and thinking about this picture after it, I was sitting on a rock near river flowing and sun was setting. Guard told me to go back upstairs. While moving I saw water reflecting the golden sparks of sun. I stood there for a moment and thought, does each one's life going to set shine like the one sparking in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its result which we look at and never the shines which nature has to offer on the journey of life. We come across many such stunning scenes and just avoid and keep walking. I was studying the flow of water above, stones surrounding it and the way water flirted with my legs when I was in it. Different times, different views, doesn’t life acts the same way? We are different in morning, afternoon and eve. In start and dissolving of our lives and I think I am proud I am not same each day. Its learning each day and may be my each changes can be beauty for some one as water in the picture is artistically beautiful some one. I am glad I am able to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3413412619518084145?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3413412619518084145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3413412619518084145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3413412619518084145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3413412619518084145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/04/artistically-shot.html' title='Artistically shot'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaLDexB04tw/R_NPrfHzsUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TlJkY6lQgfk/s72-c/IMG_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-1000761962486317114</id><published>2008-04-01T09:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:45:57.669+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Sweet November</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sweet November release of 2001 and one of the movie which I watched recently and liked it. Story goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Moss (Keanu Reeves) knows only one thing in his life and that is work (he is in advertising, and I like the way he makes a "hot dog" presentation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Deever (Charlize Theron) is girl, not like a next door girl, but some one who loves to live her life at her own standards, believes in spreading good, fun and laughter, and looks very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both met at driving test and because of Nelson, Sara is not allowed to complete the test. Next day, Sara tracks him down and just because of him; she is thrown out of test and thus could get the driving license. She asks him to drop her. Sara asks Nelson to be her latest "project" - she spends one month with a guy (each guy actually has to move in with her) and helps him to make positive changes. (*** I will love to meet some one here who lets me move in with her, of course for a month ***)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the quotes I like from this movie, when Nelson says to Sara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try to be wrong once in a while. I'd do my ego good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie can remind about slowing down and see the things in different perspective. Enjoying walk on beach, looking full moon, night at a garden, sitting by hand in hand, or a good shower together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this movie, a simple romantic plot. Theron is simply wonderful and Keanu delivers good. I think a great movie to watch for and I will rate this movie 4 on a scale of 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-1000761962486317114?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/1000761962486317114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=1000761962486317114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1000761962486317114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/1000761962486317114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/03/movie-review-sweet-november.html' title='Movie Review : Sweet November'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3431293815753042615</id><published>2008-02-13T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:05:55.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;Lately you have been asking me&lt;br /&gt;if all my words are true&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I'll do anything for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;Sometimes I haven't been good to you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I've made you cry&lt;br /&gt;And I am sorry for everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;but I promise you girl&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;When the blue night is over my face&lt;br /&gt;on the dark side of the world in space&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone with the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;you are the one I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;So there's no need to worry girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart is sealed for you&lt;br /&gt;And no one's gonna take it away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;cos' I promise you girl&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;When the blue night is over my face&lt;br /&gt;on the dark side of the world in space&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone with the stars above&lt;br /&gt;you are the one I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;Your voice is calling to me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;My love is stronger than it's ever been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3431293815753042615?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3431293815753042615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3431293815753042615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3431293815753042615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3431293815753042615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-wishes.html' title='Valentine Wishes'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-3553741086087353983</id><published>2008-02-01T20:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:39:58.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>we will meet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just sat down today looking out of my office window and saw small huts and a beautiful Powai lake at far off. I saw blue sky and reflection of blue in the lake. That reminds me the people we meet around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have influenced our lives? Lake gets the influenced by the sky and gets blue. We also if we see we are also influencing some one or getting influenced. We meet people with some assumptions and some differences. We spend time together and we start to like the company we are in, the circle of people around. We get some from here, some from there and make our selves rich. Same time we also come across various set of people, who comes and walks out. Leaving a scar or leaving good memory. But what so ever it may be world is a small place and I am sure we will meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-3553741086087353983?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/3553741086087353983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=3553741086087353983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3553741086087353983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/3553741086087353983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-will-meet-again.html' title='we will meet again'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548717464380922837.post-4585834965143357719</id><published>2008-01-24T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:39:15.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Rajiv's weeding continued...</title><content type='html'>So as a journey is never ended, one or other one carries it on... We did the same.&lt;br /&gt;A shivering cold night and many teas beautiful morning came.... Had a chat with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dadi&lt;/span&gt; next birth and she gave a shawl to us. Nice talks with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt; too. They were going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Virpur&lt;/span&gt; and from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nasik&lt;/span&gt;. They asked me about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dahanu&lt;/span&gt; and how they can reach the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mahalaxmi&lt;/span&gt; temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vakaner&lt;/span&gt; station, bought the news paper and read the story of India winning at Perth. Also read some more, but mind was running out of the window. So kept the paper aside and went back to the door again. Some time spent watching the surroundings and we reached the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rajkot&lt;/span&gt;, where cab was waiting for us to take to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SavarKundla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rajkot&lt;/span&gt;, took a break for snacks, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Garam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Phaphda&lt;/span&gt; and tea... marvelous... On the way to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kundla&lt;/span&gt;, nice big lake (??) comes on the way and could not resist my self taking some snaps. Fields of cotton, peanuts, etc around making journey a piece of marvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped on the way; I was looking at the beautiful field around and a small hut in between. I thought that I belong to such place and not the place full of the no emotions. A lonely path and a strange world. But here even cab driver seems to be close, a different feeling and warmness. Out there in the world I belong, though I love, I like but yet no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kundla&lt;/span&gt;, after such a nice journey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Rajiv&lt;/span&gt; was looking like a prince sitting on a horse; band was playing and people dancing. Played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;garba&lt;/span&gt; and it was feeling good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rajiv's&lt;/span&gt; marriage began; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rajiv&lt;/span&gt; was looking great in Blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;shervani&lt;/span&gt;. We talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rajiv&lt;/span&gt; and then to his dad. We left from there at 2 again and reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rajkot&lt;/span&gt; again feeling the same beauty of heart on the way. Took sweets for office mates and waved bye to the cab. The person who drove was amazing. He took utmost care and we had nice time with him. On the station, an extra ticket with us and no one to accompany us. Took some food for on the way and placed in the train. Got call from strings of heart and had a brief very brief talk as she was just wake up from sleep. She told me she will call back, but I knew she won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train, next sit was occupied by an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;architect&lt;/span&gt; who came to meet his daughter in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Rajkot&lt;/span&gt; and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;IPCL&lt;/span&gt; person. I talked to Architect uncle for long... about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;North&lt;/span&gt; East where he belonged. His Son, books, his daughter, his friends and his colleagues. It was great conversation with him and I am sure he is someone who knows how to raise the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that’s the journey I had from Saturday to Sunday about 1500&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kms&lt;/span&gt; and on Monday morning reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Dadar&lt;/span&gt; at about 6.45 AM. Went home, changed and joined the pace of normal routine to office, leaving behind the memories of a journey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Rajiv's&lt;/span&gt; weeding, a quality time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Darshan&lt;/span&gt;, architect uncle and missing part of String of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos...And cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548717464380922837-4585834965143357719?l=smandaliya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/feeds/4585834965143357719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548717464380922837&amp;postID=4585834965143357719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4585834965143357719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548717464380922837/posts/default/4585834965143357719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smandaliya.blogspot.com/2008/01/visit-to-rajivs-weeding-continued.html' title='Visit to Rajiv&apos;s weeding continued...'/><author><name>Su...Ha...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaLDexB04tw/SKzuq5yqNiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7n8kVpCYo1g/S220/Sunil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
