<?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-2656275104498174400</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:52:54.092-08:00</updated><category term='Lotus Temple Delhi'/><category term='Kite Runner novel'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='Lotus Temple'/><category term='Kite Runner'/><category term='Khaled Hosseini'/><category term='Kite runner movie'/><title type='text'>Répondez s'il vous plaît</title><subtitle type='html'>My Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-765159328410736137</id><published>2011-08-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:06:38.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has just began to be exciting</title><content type='html'>When things happen the way you want them to be... it is soooooooooooo blooooooooddddddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy good &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-765159328410736137?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/765159328410736137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-has-just-began-to-be-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/765159328410736137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/765159328410736137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-has-just-began-to-be-exciting.html' title='Life has just began to be exciting'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5030952324772522674</id><published>2011-08-28T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:41:33.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ant Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8aWNZ1hkCA/TlsmaFx92xI/AAAAAAAABC4/u8CNojTPx9w/s1600/Fire_ants02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646148787509254930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8aWNZ1hkCA/TlsmaFx92xI/AAAAAAAABC4/u8CNojTPx9w/s400/Fire_ants02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning I wasted nearly an hour watching a tiny ant carry a huge feather cross my back terrace. Several times it was confronted by obstacles in its path and after a momentary pause it would make the necessary detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point the ant had to negotiate a crack in the concrete about 10mm wide. After brief contemplation the ant laid the feather over the crack, walked across it and picked up the feather on the other side then continued on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by the ingenuity of this ant, one of the smallest creatures. It served to reinforce the miracle of creation. Here was a minute insect, lacking in size yet equipped with a brain to reason, explore, discover and overcome. But this ant, like the two-legged co-residents of this planet, also shares human failings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time the ant finally reached its destination - a flower bed at the end of the terrace and a small hole that was the entrance to its underground home. And it was here that the ant finally met its match. How could that large feather possibly fit down small hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it couldn't. So the ant, after all this trouble and exercising great ingenuity, overcoming problems all along the way, just abandoned the feather and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant had not thought the problem through before it began its epic journey and in the end the feather was nothing more than a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't our life like that?&lt;br /&gt;We worry about our family; we worry about money or the lack of it, we worry about work, about where we live, about all sorts of things. These are all burdens - the things we pick up along life's path and lug them around the obstacles and over the crevasses that life will bring, only to find that at the destination they are useless and we can't take them with US......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5030952324772522674?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5030952324772522674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/08/ant-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5030952324772522674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5030952324772522674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/08/ant-story.html' title='Ant Story'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8aWNZ1hkCA/TlsmaFx92xI/AAAAAAAABC4/u8CNojTPx9w/s72-c/Fire_ants02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1027279264646212898</id><published>2011-08-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:03:16.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Flush It.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgEhlMR8tAI/Tlp58xUauYI/AAAAAAAABCw/BeOFIQVVM-c/s1600/shit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naina - the doll, loves life as if it has never ditched or hurt her. So many flowers of the near garden appreciated her. Naina also felt for for one of the flowers from garden. And that flower had a thorn and it pricked naina's hand.  Naina got upset ; but believed that it is really a good life... As time was passing naina's was more and more enthusiastic to see and meet good life.. Suddenly one day toy god introduced naina to a yellow colored smelly substance called SHIT.. Naina felt disgusted after meeting and rejected shit to be called as her friend. Every day Shit used to come to meet Naina.. after few days she felt that maybe shit is nice.. it is little smelly but it is maybe because i have never smelled something like this before...it is ugly.. so what flowers also have thorns.. she decided to make shit as her best buddy and part of her life forever.... Now shit realized that it is part of Naina's life.. Shit became extremely slimy and smelly.. naina has been feeling nausea because of the shit's smell; but naina felt she should not leave shit no matter what .. this is what is destined for her.. every thing has its positives and negatives....she thought.. i love shit.. it is my dearest possession...Naina started praying to Toy Goddess.. give me shit forever..... even after praying for many days there was no change in shit.. it was still smelly and slimy...One day, shit came to naina and said... it was nice knowing you, i am going to flush... naina explained don't leave this land.. its nice  stay here.. but shit was adamant ... i want to be flushed... naina started praying more to toy god that i need the shit, can i please keep it forever.. i know it is smelly and slimy..there is no logic for me to keep shit, but then you introduced  me to shit and i want shit... Then Shit went to Flush and toy god flushed it... As soon as it was flushed, naina felt a breath of fresh air... it was making her feel extremely good .. naina felt why the hell i am not missing shit even for a second... and i am not missing the yuckky smelll.. and she forgot shit as soon as it was flushed.. and again started enjoying life with her friends of toy land....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the Story: Shit is natural phenomena and it happens; but you should always flush it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written BY: Niti Mohan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image is been taken from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://trupokarudos.com/?attachment_id=3442"&gt;http://trupokarudos.com/?attachment_id=3442&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1027279264646212898?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1027279264646212898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-flush-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1027279264646212898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1027279264646212898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-flush-it.html' title='Just Flush It.........'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1021457636417332870</id><published>2011-08-01T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:08:32.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cracked Pot, an Uplifting Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a water-bearer in India who had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.&lt;br /&gt;For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pot full of water in his master's house.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.&lt;br /&gt;After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water-bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you ashamed of ?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work and you don't get full value from your efforts, " the pot said. The water-bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.&lt;br /&gt;The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?&lt;br /&gt;That's because have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and warding. 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Sooo Cute'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nmp_T10ewWc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8540672119379034320</id><published>2011-05-01T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:54:31.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovative Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzizr8P48Ro/Tb2BVKLDEnI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZySsSTjdmN8/s1600/Google.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601775712026694258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzizr8P48Ro/Tb2BVKLDEnI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZySsSTjdmN8/s400/Google.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google is a very innovative organization. Recently, while i was searching for something, i saw google image could be scanned through a lens which automatically comes as soon as your cursor moves on it; Personally i liked it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8540672119379034320?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8540672119379034320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/05/innovative-google.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8540672119379034320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8540672119379034320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/05/innovative-google.html' title='Innovative Google'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzizr8P48Ro/Tb2BVKLDEnI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZySsSTjdmN8/s72-c/Google.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-3321383277737409468</id><published>2011-04-30T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:49:15.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very true!! Loved It</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22309808?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="398" height="224" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-3321383277737409468?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3321383277737409468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-true-loved-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/3321383277737409468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/3321383277737409468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-true-loved-it.html' title='Very true!! Loved It'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5786283036281796878</id><published>2011-04-24T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:28:27.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tarot Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The card represents the critical factor for the issue at hand. Four of Sites (Whateley Farmhouse): Cleaving to earthly power in the desperate fear that it will be lost. Making yourself an obstacle to progress due to lack of originality and a desperate fear of change. Believing that security and identity are based primarily on the possession of material things. Coveting thing and people. Living in a cloud of suspicion and prejudice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5786283036281796878?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5786283036281796878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-tarot-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5786283036281796878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5786283036281796878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-tarot-card.html' title='My Tarot Card'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-6113239259619572468</id><published>2011-04-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:00:32.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Simple Actions to Make a Huge Difference in Your Life</title><content type='html'>Our life does not consist of one unforgettable vacation, one huge success, or one passionate love story. It is an ongoing chain of tiny events, little joys and seemingly insignificant decisions. It is how we spend our days. It is the simple caring gestures that we demonstrate towards the ones we love. It is the small things that make a huge difference in our life.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this I made a list of 39 little actions that have had a noticeable impact on my well-being and life satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to share them with you, hoping that some of these actions will become part of your ‘routine’ as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give up one bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write positive affirmations and re-read them daily&lt;br /&gt;3. Meditate. Switch off and regain clarity&lt;br /&gt;4. Take 20 minutes to find your passion&lt;br /&gt;5. Find something you like about your work&lt;br /&gt;6. Forgive someone, who has hurt you in the past&lt;br /&gt;7. Start a new hobby&lt;br /&gt;8. Get 8 hours sleep&lt;br /&gt;9. Eat a serving of fresh fruit for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;10. Find a blog about a topic you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;11. Never think something of someone that you would not say to their face. On an energy level there is a very little difference between a thought and an action. Do not offend or hurt people with your thoughts, even if they cannot hear them.&lt;br /&gt;12. Write a thank you note. There is at least one person you could say “thank you” to.&lt;br /&gt;13. Make a small change to your routine and do something differently.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do not repeat yourself. Strive to achieve something you have never tried before.&lt;br /&gt;15. Play a game that you loved when you were little. It will help you to be less serious.&lt;br /&gt;16. Spend more free time in nature&lt;br /&gt;17. Bring home freshly cut flowers. They are guaranteed to brighten up you day and the day of the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;18. Dress up nicely even if you are at home doing laundry&lt;br /&gt;19. Put as your Tweet message, “Is there anything I can do for you?” and help those who ask for it.”&lt;br /&gt;20. Take responsibility for the good and the bad. Stay away from blame and take responsibility for everything that happens in your life&lt;br /&gt;21. Refrain from judging and gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;22. Stop chasing after superficial goals you do not need. If you truly want something then by all means go for it. But before you do, take time to answer why is it that you want it.&lt;br /&gt;23. Make an effort to contribute rather than criticize&lt;br /&gt;24. Choose to see each person as an individual, as a soul. Do not let ethnicity, looks, background or material status cloud your perception.&lt;br /&gt;25. Spend your money on things you believe in. If you think that fast food contributes to an unhealthy lifestyle, do not invest your money in it and do not take your kids there.&lt;br /&gt;26. Practice gratitude. Look at everything you already possess and feel gratitude washing over you.&lt;br /&gt;27. Radiate goodness. When you are in a calm, happy and compassionate state of mind, your attitude lifts up other people’s spirits just by being around you. It is a small way to make a huge impact?&lt;br /&gt;28. Challenge yourself to spend money consciously.&lt;br /&gt;29. Set aside some me-time, free from work and stress&lt;br /&gt;30. Practice listening, not talking&lt;br /&gt;31. Give without expectation&lt;br /&gt;32. Reach out. There are many opportunities to help other. Do not let them go by.&lt;br /&gt;33. Do not quit easily. Stick with your goals and do not let anyone convince you that you are unworthy or incapable of achieving them.&lt;br /&gt;34. Focus on what is important. Get your highest priority tasks done first.&lt;br /&gt;35. Invest in building relationships. Personally and financially it is the biggest asset that has ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;36. Smile to a stranger. Smile to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;37. Travel more. Do not wait for your friends to join you or for the weather to be just right. Just grab your backpack and go hiking for a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;38. Take the first step. If you just keep thinking about making a difference nothing extraordinary is going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-6113239259619572468?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6113239259619572468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/38-simple-actions-to-make-huge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6113239259619572468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6113239259619572468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/38-simple-actions-to-make-huge.html' title='38 Simple Actions to Make a Huge Difference in Your Life'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1744717265838068479</id><published>2011-04-21T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T06:22:41.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tere Ishq Meine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vh79HzXqplo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1744717265838068479?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1744717265838068479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/tere-ishq-meine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1744717265838068479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1744717265838068479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/tere-ishq-meine.html' title='Tere Ishq Meine'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vh79HzXqplo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8320571197366126450</id><published>2011-04-21T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:26:35.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a relationship, married or not... YOU SHOULD READ THIS!</title><content type='html'>One of my friends on FB had posted it. Really liked it. Makes lots of sense.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let ...her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband.... The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8320571197366126450?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8320571197366126450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-relationship-married-or-not-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8320571197366126450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8320571197366126450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-relationship-married-or-not-you.html' title='In a relationship, married or not... YOU SHOULD READ THIS!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-456259395419499503</id><published>2011-04-21T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:39:36.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I find this video toooooooooo cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1usGCnVqIqA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-456259395419499503?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/456259395419499503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-find-this-video-toooooooooo-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/456259395419499503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/456259395419499503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-find-this-video-toooooooooo-cute.html' title='I find this video toooooooooo cute'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1usGCnVqIqA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8977391075324125038</id><published>2011-04-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T09:40:15.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering What Life is?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is life? And every effort to understand about it; confuse me more. Some people are just lucky no matter what they do, how wrong they do? They simply succeed, others drench in sweat, heat and dirt and yet achieve nothing. My faith on God ended some months back. But now my faith on good and goodness has also vanished. May this world embrace people who do good but ain't lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8977391075324125038?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8977391075324125038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/wondering-what-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8977391075324125038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8977391075324125038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/wondering-what-life-is.html' title='Wondering What Life is?'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-715190356149606189</id><published>2011-04-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:09:46.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>air supply - lost in love (clip original)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MNqji6FjekQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-715190356149606189?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/715190356149606189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/air-supply-lost-in-love-clip-original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/715190356149606189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/715190356149606189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/air-supply-lost-in-love-clip-original.html' title='air supply - lost in love (clip original)'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MNqji6FjekQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8900432274240323606</id><published>2011-04-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:54:54.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Violin Caprice</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PGN05yOkVkw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8900432274240323606?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8900432274240323606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/hip-hop-violin-caprice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8900432274240323606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8900432274240323606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/hip-hop-violin-caprice.html' title='Hip Hop Violin Caprice'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PGN05yOkVkw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8911457226555488730</id><published>2011-04-10T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:53:02.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Native American Flute Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5X5A2NTyBjQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8911457226555488730?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8911457226555488730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/native-american-flute-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8911457226555488730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8911457226555488730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/native-american-flute-music.html' title='Native American Flute Music'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5X5A2NTyBjQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1795822305323567673</id><published>2011-04-10T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:49:44.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Child of Mine .... Sitar Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WM1nav-rjeI?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1795822305323567673?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1795822305323567673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-child-of-mine-sitar-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1795822305323567673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1795822305323567673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-child-of-mine-sitar-version.html' title='Sweet Child of Mine .... Sitar Version'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WM1nav-rjeI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1671929634343705224</id><published>2011-04-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:47:15.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r2BOApUvFpw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1671929634343705224?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1671929634343705224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/impossible-guitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1671929634343705224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1671929634343705224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/impossible-guitar.html' title='Impossible guitar'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r2BOApUvFpw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-6105193703173373251</id><published>2011-04-10T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:42:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Def Leppard - Two Steps Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qv829hUuYAM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-6105193703173373251?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6105193703173373251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/def-leppard-two-steps-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6105193703173373251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6105193703173373251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/04/def-leppard-two-steps-behind.html' title='Def Leppard - Two Steps Behind'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qv829hUuYAM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-424530641783393422</id><published>2011-04-10T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:40:53.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Def Leppard - When Love And Hate Collide - With Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4tonNt0xrY8?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Gandhi'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gveVEpyW0TU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1046363030754681916</id><published>2011-03-29T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:30:34.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought That I Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgSZZY83oAc/TZIIrbf5YLI/AAAAAAAAAxc/PC2BuTSUsSc/s1600/soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589539629729145010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgSZZY83oAc/TZIIrbf5YLI/AAAAAAAAAxc/PC2BuTSUsSc/s400/soldier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Let no feeling of discouragement preyupon you, and in the end you are sure to succeed."- Abraham Lincoln &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pic Taken From: &lt;a href="http://patdollard.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/soldier.jpg"&gt;http://patdollard.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/soldier.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1046363030754681916?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1046363030754681916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/03/thought-that-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1046363030754681916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1046363030754681916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/03/thought-that-i-like.html' title='Thought That I Like'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgSZZY83oAc/TZIIrbf5YLI/AAAAAAAAAxc/PC2BuTSUsSc/s72-c/soldier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-2221197525722906146</id><published>2011-03-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:04:23.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Memorable Beautiful Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Some beautiful thoughts stay with you a lifetime. There are like those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nursery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rhymes&lt;/span&gt; which you like to sing if when you are old. One of those for me is : "Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out, Don't give up though the race seems slow, You may succeed with another blow, Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And be near when it seems so far, So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, It's when things seem worse, That you must not quit. " " &lt;a style="COLOR: #003399" href="http://quotationsbook.com/quote/28460/#ixzz1HzsSWfAL"&gt;http://quotationsbook.com/quote/28460/#ixzz1HzsSWfAL&lt;/a&gt; on Quotations Book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-2221197525722906146?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2221197525722906146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-memorable-beautiful-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2221197525722906146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2221197525722906146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-memorable-beautiful-thoughts.html' title='Some Memorable Beautiful Thoughts'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5806806622623456102</id><published>2011-03-29T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T03:59:57.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thought for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your work is to discover your work and then with all your heart to give yourself to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Buddhist Quote &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5806806622623456102?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5806806622623456102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-thought-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5806806622623456102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5806806622623456102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-thought-for-life.html' title='Some thought for life'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-352535035077160248</id><published>2011-03-21T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:26:41.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Thought For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times; font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; "&gt;Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.-Buddhist Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-352535035077160248?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/352535035077160248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-thought-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/352535035077160248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/352535035077160248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-thought-for-life.html' title='Great Thought For Life'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-2532715407189860337</id><published>2010-11-27T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T11:55:24.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate living</title><content type='html'>Nowdays, i hate living.. it is just not what it used to be.... the life was never a perfect thing.. but now it is just a crap thing i have to bear every day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-2532715407189860337?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2532715407189860337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/11/hate-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2532715407189860337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2532715407189860337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/11/hate-living.html' title='Hate living'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5549941981375379274</id><published>2010-10-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:28:29.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Story : Changes for Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/TKi0JFlvvpI/AAAAAAAAAu0/F2hLKwx_oaU/s1600/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523863011182231186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/TKi0JFlvvpI/AAAAAAAAAu0/F2hLKwx_oaU/s400/eagle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eagle has the longest life-span of its' species. Eagle can live up to 70 years, but to reach this age, the Eagle must make a hard decision in it's' 40's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its' long and flexible talons can no longer grab prey which serves as food, its' long and sharp beak becomes bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its' old-aged and heavy wings, due to their thick feathers, become stuck to its' chest and make it difficult to fly. Then Eagle is left with only 2 options: die or go through a painful process of change which lasts 150 days for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process requires that Eagle fly to a mountain top and sit on its' nest. There the Eagle knocks its' beak against a rock until it plucks it out. After plucking it out, Eagle will wait for a new beak to grow back. When its' new talons grow back, the eagle starts plucking its' old-aged feathers and after 5 months, eagle can take its' flight of rebirth and lives for 30 more years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, in order to survive, we have to start a change process. We sometimes need to get rid of old memories, habits and other past traditions. Only freed from past burdens, we can take advantage of the present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, we must learn to let go. Release the hurt and fear, refuse to entertain your old pain. The energy it takes to hang on to that part is holding you back from a new life. If we stay imprisoned by fear and judgement of our human nature, we will miss out on the whole reason for being here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but by how we react to what happens, not by what life brings to us, but by the attitude we bring to life. A positive attitude causes a chain reaction of positive thoughts, events, and outcomes. It is a catalyst, a spark that creates extraordinary results &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5549941981375379274?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5549941981375379274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/10/eagle-story-changes-for-survival.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5549941981375379274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5549941981375379274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/10/eagle-story-changes-for-survival.html' title='Eagle Story : Changes for Survival'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/TKi0JFlvvpI/AAAAAAAAAu0/F2hLKwx_oaU/s72-c/eagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5181404057792931133</id><published>2010-07-22T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:20:43.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning to get a tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/TEjSDBFykRI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wi2awYp6Ngc/s1600/sanskrit-buddha-tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/TEjSDBFykRI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wi2awYp6Ngc/s400/sanskrit-buddha-tattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496874294479851794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to get this tattoo on the back centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Link:http://thechurchofchrismartin.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/sanskrit-buddha-tattoo.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5181404057792931133?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5181404057792931133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/07/planning-to-get-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5181404057792931133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5181404057792931133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/07/planning-to-get-tattoo.html' title='Planning to get a tattoo'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/TEjSDBFykRI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wi2awYp6Ngc/s72-c/sanskrit-buddha-tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-7622841890120290026</id><published>2010-07-17T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T07:35:17.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Case Study I wrote: Human Factor in Human Resources?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quantum &amp; SSM: The Human Capital Program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantum and SSM, an IT and consulting giant and one of the oldest management institutes in India, have launched the Quantum &amp; SSM HR Academy, a training academy dedicated to the human capital management needs of the growing information technology industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quantum &amp; SSM HR Academy called the Human Capital Program is a ground-breaking industry-academia joint venture and is believed to be the first entity of its kind in India devoted to providing graduates seeking careers in HR with specialized skills geared to these industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Academy offers a 24-month Earn and learn programme for fresh university graduates who have joined Quantum as trainees in the HR department. The batch of trainees have been chosen after a rigorous selection process encompassing written tests, group discussions, case interviews and a panel interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainees will be part of an exclusive work-study opportunity, wherein they will be employed with Quantum as they undergo the programme conducted jointly by SSM and Quantum, with courses developed jointly by the two organizations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainees who complete the programme will receive the "Quantum and SSM Certification in Human Capital Management." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building a strong workforce by attracting and retaining the best talent is a priority for Quantum, which employs diverse groups of people from different backgrounds with vast ranges of skills and experience. As a leading multi-national company with a strong and well-recognized global brand, Quantum is able to offer a broad range of career opportunities to its people while providing competitive compensation and benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantum – An IT Giant&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quantum is a global management consulting and technology services. With deep industry and business process expertise, broad global resources and a proven track record, Quantum can mobilize the right people, skills and technologies to help clients improve their performance. With 198,000 people in 32 countries, the company generated net revenues of US$45.55 billion for the fiscal year ended Mar 31st 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work structure of HCs&lt;br /&gt;A group of high performing delivery oriented individuals seen as future global HR professionals of the organization hence put in stretch oriented job profiles with extremely high levels of expectations. The day to day working of HCs dealt with fundamental HR role varying from recruitment, scheduling to HR generalist, which were ideally accomplished by people with prior work experience. However, they were at the base of the hierarchical pyramid of the organization; since they were given unique opportunity of work-study program. They are expected to juggle work, study and personal lives simultaneously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angelina Smith – Doorway to Corporate HR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina was an effervescent and friendly person by nature. Her love and zeal for people motivated her to accomplish a Master’s degree in Psychology. And this passion carried forward to pursue a fulltime job in human resources. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before joining Quantum, Angelina was working with an NGO “People Aid” for around 1.6 years. Her work included counseling children and their harangued parents who had been through traumatic experiences. Though she was professionally satisfied with the work, the trauma of the children left her drained and emotionally exhausted.  And that became a key aspect for Angelina to leave “People Aid “and join another Organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarun, one of Angelina’s friends, informed her about the Quantum HR academy which he was part of. He told her that the organization was now recruiting its 6th batch and asked her to browse through organization website (https://www.quantum.com/earnnlearnprogram) and apply if interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A batch of 40 people from various backgrounds like Engineering, Commerce, and Finance etc were selected through a rigorous process of multiple interviews and written examinations for the program and Angelina was one of them. Some of Angelina’s batch mates had prior work experience and many were freshers. They were offered the role of HR Executives with a CTC of INR 250, 000 per annum. &lt;br /&gt;With extensive knowledge of human behavior, she was sure that she would be able to do well in her job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HR Corporate World: DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Angelina walked through the corridors of Quantum, she was delighted and excited about her new environment. Batch 6 had assembled in the Auditorium for the “New Joiner’s Induction Program” where they were introduced to the organization, its vision mission statement and core values. Ashish Kumar, a Senior Manager in the organization, narrated how he appreciated and inculcated Quantum’s EIR (Empowerment, Integrity, and Respect) core values in his daily life. He also emphasized that Quantum believes in implementing these core values across the hierarchical pyramid of the organization.  Angelina listened with rapt attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the session, new joiners were introduced to their teams and team leads. Later during the break, she was excited to interact with her new team members.  &lt;br /&gt;Angelina: Hey, I am Angelina.&lt;br /&gt;Mishty: I am Mishty. &lt;br /&gt;Angelina: Where are you from? &lt;br /&gt;Mishty: I am from Calcutta and what about you?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: I am a localite. I am very thrilled about our new role. Think about the new people we will get to meet everyday!!  &lt;br /&gt;Mishty: Looks like you are in the perfect role.&lt;br /&gt;Angelina (with a smile on her face): Yes, I think so too!!!  &lt;br /&gt;As she moved into her team called Albatross which was further broken down into smaller teams as per the functions managed, Angelina and the three new team members were taken through various extensive internal trainings on a daily basis. They were introduced to the sub-teams and HR processes within the team during which they had to learn the concepts and individually present their respective topics to a panel of senior team members who would sternly assess them. In spite of the intention being Knowledge Transfer, the pace at which it happened was high and this caused a lot of stress among the new joiners and made it difficult to understand all the new concepts simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina was eagerly anticipating the day when she would interact with the employees, understand their concerns and help them. Initially, she was given basic tasks like collating data on Excel, dispatch couriers, shadow and assist team members in their day to day tasks. She thought this was a regular routine for new joiner’s post which she would transcend into the ‘Real HR role’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, she found herself doing the same mundane tasks in the team and there was not much relation between what she did and what she had perceived about her role as a HR person. To understand if there were better opportunities at higher career levels, she connected with senior team members and other HR people in the bay. However the various inputs given by all these people only further confirmed that there was not much scope for the kind of role that she had perceived it to be as there were only limited opportunities to interact with employees and HR in a large organization could not afford the time to meet employees one on one. She thought of this as merely mechanical and report-generating HR functions. To her dismay, the mundane nature of the role was not just limited to her career level but was spread across career levels in the HR team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A New Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new HCs were assigned their respective supervisors after a month of internal induction process they now had better clarity of where they fitted into the larger team and had more specific individual tasks as per their roles within the team. The HC’s received warm welcome from their teams by the way of welcome mails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However things turned out differently for Angelina. She got introduced to her immediate sub-team members as she was shown to her new workstation. Naveen Poddar her supervisor was now her new neighbor in the bay. After a few minutes of settling down in her new location Naveen called out her name “Angelina, Could you tell me the attrition figures for the month? Also send the line items of the day to me…” Angelina did not have a clue to what he was asking for so she said “Naveen, I am not very sure about that”. Hearing this Naveen got up from his seat, glared at Angelina and said loudly “What do you mean you don’t know? What have you been doing all these days in the training if you can’t answer a basic question?”  Angelina was highly embarrassed since the entire bay was now privy to their skirmish and she could not bring herself to say anything. This infuriated Naveen even more and he said in a highly intimidating tone “If you want to be in my team you better pull your socks up young lady” and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day, things got worse for Angelina. She desperately started looking for some aspect of her current job which could interest her. Sadly, she could find none. Her job revolved around report making which she found to be insignificant, doing small adhoc tasks for her team members which she could not piece in the greater picture. She had no tasks which were given to her for completion on a regular basis and no feedback was provided for the random tasks she was taking up on a day to day basis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this her peers shared their comparatively better experiences with their teams and expressed interest in the kind of work they were taking up which was similar to her work. Adding to her situation was her supervisor  who she thought was constantly hovering around her, looking for a chance to demean her and ‘get her up to speed’ as he called it and slighting her in front the entire bay for her minor inaccuracies. She did not find any part in her job that would seem meaningful to her. From the experience that she had on day one, she could only reason negative virtues about the supervisor with every passing day. Gradually she was feeling absolute disinterest towards the job and her work environment. It was becoming an effort to get through the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Poddar – Angelina’s Supervisor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Poddar was Angelina’s new supervisor .She was assigned to him a month after she completed her basic internal induction. He was a firm boss who was known in the team for giving clear instructions and setting particularly high expectations. He was also known for his penchant for having his instructions followed to a T. Not the type to accept slack work he expected everyone to be as keen and devoted to their professional life and always prioritize work over personal life. He believed that if his team performed well he would be able to achieve greater heights in the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen had grown in the organization from the level of an Asst. Manager to a General Manager in five years with these virtues. In the past he had had two HCs in his team from the 3rd and 5th batch who has risen to his expectations and beyond hence he set higher standards for the new HC from   batch 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought it prudent to set high expectations from new team members on day one itself hence when he asked Angelina a basic question after her intensive internal training about an simple HR process in a slightly skewed manner to test the depth of her understanding , he expected an immediate reply. However when Angelina did not respond to the query of a basic level, he was infuriated and thought it best to make it clear to her that ignorance at work would not be acceptable at all. After the very stern conversation, he was very sure that he had set his future expectations suitably and she had taken the conversation positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen paid excessive attention to Angelina’s work on a day-to-day basis and ensured that he would stress on the minutest error so that she would inculcate his value system of working. He wanted her to perform with the energy and vigor of her HC precedents in the team which he found lacking in her from the first day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina’s HC Friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of four HCs had joined the Albatross Team from which Angelina was one along with Nishant, Aparna and Mishty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishant was an engineer who was not interested in a technical career. He had taken up engineering because of his parents’ pressure. He was interested in theatre and was actively involved in plays which kept him out of college for long hours. By the end of his course, he knew that he did not want to be in the IT industry as he had seen most of his seniors do the same thing and later crib about their lives. He had decided to work in the HR field for few years and then start up his own Arts Academy after he had made some money, which was the main reason for him to apply to Quantum’s earn and learn program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparna was a Commerce graduate who came with dreams of making her career in a well- known corporate. Even though she had no background of HR, she knew that she would perfectly fit in her role as a HR professional because of her high levels of adaptability and passion for excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishty had come to Bangalore from Kolkata for her studies and was referred to the ‘earn and learn’ program by one of her friends who was a part of in the IT sector of Quantum. She had done a crash course in HR through one of the reputed Distance learning University and now wanted to be part of a corporate where she could apply what she had studied and also undergo classroom trainings which, she felt lacked in her distance learning program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina had interacted with Mishty and Nishant on the day of induction. Later, she met Aparna on the day they got to know that they are all part of the same HR team – Albatross, headed by a highly influential and successful leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They soon became friends and regularly met during their breaks and other sessions even though they were further divided into sub-teams within Albatross. Their talks mainly revolved around life in their respective teams, their supervisors and team-members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having witnessed Angelina’s incident in the bay, Nishant Aparna and Mishty despised Naveen for displaying such a harsh behavior. What was even more shocking was the stark contrast that they could notice in the behaviors of their own supervisors earlier during the day which made them feel welcome and happy to be introduced to the new teams and team members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they met for lunch, they intended to comfort Angelina who was visibly upset due to the previous incident in the bay. She was still in a fit of shock and embarrassed about the whole episode. Nishant, who felt the most uncomfortable in the peer group, initiated a conversation to end the awkward silence. He asked Angelina as to what exactly happened that led to this behavior as they did not know much about the entire episode because their mind was only filled with the image of Naveen yelling at Angelina and her reaction of shock. Angelina narrated the incident and they could not believe that it was such a simple thing which could lead to such a strong reaction from Naveen. Aparna and Mishty comforted her by letting her know that they thought of Naveen as a insensitive person. They wondered about the things they did not know themselves and were beginning to imagine the possible experiences they may have to go through in their teams in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they knew that things were different in their teams. They had discussed with Angelina the kind of welcome they had received from their teams. Their supervisors had also set expectations and given them clarity about the functioning of their teams. But before that, they were made to feel secure and welcome in the team which was clearly missing in Angelina’s case. Now that they had their grounding right, they were able to approach people to learn new things in the team and their supervisors clearly acknowledged the fact that they were new and minor mistakes were welcome so that they could learn better. While they could understand Angelina’s expectations from her role from their earlier discussions they felt somehow, the current role she played was very different from the picture of a HR professional as she had imagined. This was clearly evident to the three of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of an End &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina received a call from Susan, a senior executive and her HR.  Susan had asked Angelina to meet her in the Auditorium. As Angelina walked again through the same auditorium after 3 months where she was introduced to the organization; she felt relaxed nostalgia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the auditorium, Susan and Angelina had a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: Hey Susan. How are you doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan: I am doing well. But, you don’t seem too happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: pause….yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan: I have seen your resignation on the online tool. Why do you want to leave this highly esteemed HC program? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: Well…. Though I like the program, I don’t see a Human Factor in Human resources!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Epilogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months later in a Leadership Development Program, a bunch of excited teenagers say “Hey Angelina!!!” And she smiles back with contentment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-7622841890120290026?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7622841890120290026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-case-study-i-wrote-human-factor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/7622841890120290026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/7622841890120290026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-case-study-i-wrote-human-factor.html' title='The First Case Study I wrote: Human Factor in Human Resources?'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8861303190235096192</id><published>2010-06-05T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:48:53.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More responsible now professionally!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow. Romance is the privilege of the rich, not the profession of the unemployed. The poor should be practical and prosaic. It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.” – Oscar Wilde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at this point in time… my mind is boggled down with the set of responsibilities coming my way… My supervisors have planned to leave Accenture and explore new vistas… And that brings a set of responsibilities on my head… to manage a headcount of close to 800+ people… I am new HR of the corporate world… and that’s the reason why I am scared … Though some new joiners are joining but according to managers they trust my capabilities to handle this much bigger span… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started handling a span of 100 people …. And it gradually increased to close to 300 and within six months I am going to handle span of 800+ people….Though I consider this as an opportunity for me to be a high performer… But scared what if I am not able to manage upto the expectations…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets seee whts in store for me .........Would i be able to or not????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8861303190235096192?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8861303190235096192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-responsible-now-professionally.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8861303190235096192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8861303190235096192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-responsible-now-professionally.html' title='More responsible now professionally!!!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1983399548028512636</id><published>2010-04-07T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:30:05.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Web Analyst to an HR Generalist</title><content type='html'>On 14th Dec ’09, I changed the profile from web analyst to HR generalist within Accenture. And that is an incredible turn of my life with lots of learning experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiences have been a combination of good, bad and ugly. Some days as a HR, you role requires you to manage-out people because of the performance or other factors. Whatever reasons it maybe, when someone is losing a job; it is obvious that it’s gonna affect them and their entire family. Just the thought would bring an emotional turmoil within me. Initially, I remember not eating food the whole day after managing out someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday, you would have found a new role for an employee within Accenture who has been upset with previous role. Smile that you bring to a face enlightens your day and gives immense satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, I feel role of an HR is quite related to God’s job profile. I remember writing “It Feels like god” on my twitter account. Everyday you receive mails from employees (like prayers and wishes) stating their concerns. And your role requires you to help fulfilling employee wishes.  Like God, you need not fulfill all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise God, my role also makes me “Detective’ sometimes.  As a detective agent, you have to ensure the information provided by the employee holds true. The interrogation sessions with employee, background checks…analyze the whole situation and then submit the analysis. (Interesting  ... isn’t it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support the BPO function as an HR. And hence the event management is also part of my job. Think every month the events to be organized, look at the budget allocation aspects and organize events. Simply love it…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sometimes,  I am an clerk who has to work on excel accumulating and deleting information… how boring . I think Single HR job with various profile. Coool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter which part of the role I am playing on a day (God, Detective, Event Manager or Clerk), I think I am loving the new role!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1983399548028512636?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1983399548028512636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-web-analyst-to-hr-generalist.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1983399548028512636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1983399548028512636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-web-analyst-to-hr-generalist.html' title='From Web Analyst to an HR Generalist'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-2284965370438051118</id><published>2010-03-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:14:41.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterbug - Atif Aslam Concert Bengaluru</title><content type='html'>I went to the Atif Aslam concert that happened in bangalore. That Guy has an amazing voice and here are some pics from my shutterbug:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o54_dPl7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/wVjGtyev7pw/s1600/10.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o54_dPl7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/wVjGtyev7pw/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452233950154954674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o54nD9XCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/DLdTZo8ReJY/s1600/9.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o54nD9XCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/DLdTZo8ReJY/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452233943606451234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o54DI6voI/AAAAAAAAAtI/LMdIAYFFTPk/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o54DI6voI/AAAAAAAAAtI/LMdIAYFFTPk/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452233933963574914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o53YNE-fI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2GdNLiO2y_k/s1600/7.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o53YNE-fI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2GdNLiO2y_k/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452233922438298098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3EuXpDZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Bi8_JhhB85g/s1600/5.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3EuXpDZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Bi8_JhhB85g/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452230853191601554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3DhjP4_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/-HIpw5RAHCg/s1600/3.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3DhjP4_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/-HIpw5RAHCg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452230832570754034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3FIdoFMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OHBL0r4gEY8/s1600/6.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3FIdoFMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OHBL0r4gEY8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452230860196025538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3EMl9PbI/AAAAAAAAAso/pXA7Un8P0GA/s1600/4.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3EMl9PbI/AAAAAAAAAso/pXA7Un8P0GA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452230844124839346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3C0DunCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/PA8GQpsbKgw/s1600/2.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o3C0DunCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/PA8GQpsbKgw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452230820358954018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o0PEWIMmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ET5wMlrHFag/s1600/1.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o0PEWIMmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ET5wMlrHFag/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452227732354642530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-2284965370438051118?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2284965370438051118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/03/shutterbug-atif-aslam-concert-bengaluru.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2284965370438051118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2284965370438051118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/03/shutterbug-atif-aslam-concert-bengaluru.html' title='Shutterbug - Atif Aslam Concert Bengaluru'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/S6o54_dPl7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/wVjGtyev7pw/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1488300409829804475</id><published>2010-03-13T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:45:33.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to blogger!!!</title><content type='html'>after a long time ... back to blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1488300409829804475?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1488300409829804475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-blogger_13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1488300409829804475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1488300409829804475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-blogger_13.html' title='back to blogger!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-277055642738437460</id><published>2010-01-02T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:07:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Biased!!</title><content type='html'>Till very recently, I have always been a kind who have hated biased people. But with recent experience I have learned , people are right by being biased against a community.  I agree that there are black sheeps in every community, but some communities have more black sheeps than the rest of communities. Because of which these communities are tagged with certain bad names or adjectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I met someone and we soon became friends. Even though my friend had disapproved of this friendship because of obvious reason ...... black sheep community reason. Belonging to a family where i am taught equality, I fought with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are being biased, one person should not categorize the whole community.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: People are biased against a community, because of certain reasons..You will soon learn your lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Forget it... u are telling uttermost nonsense ... I am sure I will surely correct your biased mind....&lt;br /&gt;Friend: We will see.. I learned my lesson with my experience.. you will learn yours&lt;br /&gt;Me: We will see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that heated discussion.... I believed that my friend was wrong. And I continued being friends with black sheep. I ignored, denied black sheep's harsh and rude behaviors. After many such rude interactions, I continued to believe I was wrong whenever black sheep showed unscrupulous behavior. Till some days ago, when i realized that my friend was right in categorizing black sheep and their community. After this realization, I confronted with black sheep, told how they have been rude and misbehaved which is unacceptable. Like a true black sheep, they showed their character and told me that i was wrong; even after stating experience where black sheep had been rude and bad. A day after the incidence, I gained ample of courage to call black sheep again not with any other intentions... but just with the thought that they are black sheep never would understand mannerism, polite behavior and being good human being. .......... With passage of year 2009, i realize i was wrong being friend with black sheep. And one should never be friends with anyone from black sheep community... Just being biased !!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is not against any religion. And show case my interactions with certain community!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-277055642738437460?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/277055642738437460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-biased.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/277055642738437460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/277055642738437460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-biased.html' title='Being Biased!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5035606707372446208</id><published>2009-10-28T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:37:14.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shutterbug Series - Corporate Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SugsuukTt1I/AAAAAAAAAro/XUuNCvmEG5I/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SugsuukTt1I/AAAAAAAAAro/XUuNCvmEG5I/s400/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397613334689462098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5035606707372446208?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5035606707372446208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-shutterbug-series-corporate-park.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5035606707372446208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5035606707372446208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-shutterbug-series-corporate-park.html' title='My Shutterbug Series - Corporate Park'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SugsuukTt1I/AAAAAAAAAro/XUuNCvmEG5I/s72-c/IMG_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-6391050874159950969</id><published>2009-10-28T04:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:27:55.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterbug Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SugqhOMSIII/AAAAAAAAArg/hhi4khhyTrA/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SugqhOMSIII/AAAAAAAAArg/hhi4khhyTrA/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397610903637205122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sugqgm-qffI/AAAAAAAAArY/4py2zwCofvE/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sugqgm-qffI/AAAAAAAAArY/4py2zwCofvE/s400/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397610893111098866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SugqgXZGFPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/25qanvPK9fA/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SugqgXZGFPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/25qanvPK9fA/s400/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397610888926991602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-6391050874159950969?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6391050874159950969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/shutterbug-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6391050874159950969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6391050874159950969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/shutterbug-series.html' title='Shutterbug Series'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SugqhOMSIII/AAAAAAAAArg/hhi4khhyTrA/s72-c/IMG_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8980898119369048822</id><published>2009-10-16T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:49:44.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterbug Series - Diwali Celebrations India</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Stg4jGijOLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Dq8NvfH-xrs/s400/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393122729478273202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SuAqRgoW8QI/AAAAAAAAArI/H7JQWYihyqs/s1600-h/Fireworks.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/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SuAqRgoW8QI/AAAAAAAAArI/H7JQWYihyqs/s400/Fireworks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395358833895207170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8980898119369048822?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8980898119369048822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/shutterbug-series-diwali-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8980898119369048822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8980898119369048822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/shutterbug-series-diwali-celebrations.html' title='Shutterbug Series - Diwali Celebrations India'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Stg0XmYxSdI/AAAAAAAAAqg/JVSBOOoM6Go/s72-c/DSC01738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1038622866252337379</id><published>2009-10-09T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:54:02.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Home Badly!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; My life is seeming not that easy to me... And the song I am sing whole day isss&lt;br /&gt;Home By Micheal bubble... It was released in 2005 from his album It's Time. The song was written by Bublé, along with Alan Chang and Amy Foster-Gillies.... &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqe0Il3gWSs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-dyGA2VdCI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1038622866252337379?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1038622866252337379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-home-badly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1038622866252337379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1038622866252337379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-home-badly.html' title='Missing Home Badly!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-593689382910473878</id><published>2009-09-29T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:52:07.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought i read somewhere!!!</title><content type='html'>Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forwards!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-593689382910473878?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/593689382910473878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-i-read-somewhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/593689382910473878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/593689382910473878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-i-read-somewhere.html' title='A thought i read somewhere!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-2097376615378478811</id><published>2009-09-28T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:55:49.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does Internet view us as?</title><content type='html'>Well, we all are part of this digital age now where our lives revolve around the internet. Everyday, we use internet for hours to do our office work, listening to songs, networking, downloading games, music or movies and other numerous tasks. &lt;br /&gt;But have you ever wondered..how internet view you, the indiviual user, as .........&lt;br /&gt;never given a thought... well, then think about it? &lt;br /&gt;You are the one who has been part of the internet. So which words/ search terms internet mostly associate you with?? Well here is the answer.. Personas, created by Aaron Zinman, with help from Alex Dragulescu, Yannick Assogba and Judith Donath, lets you know which words/ categories are mostly associated with you. It basically charaterizing you on the basis of predetermined set of categories. So, you can get a basic idea about your internet characterization. &lt;br /&gt;The major flaw is that it amalgamtes same named peoples data. So, it may not be exactly about you. Though some categories or % of categories could be your characterization. &lt;br /&gt;I share my names and spelling with a not so popular music band singer(Niti Mohan)&lt;br /&gt;But, obviously she is more popular than i am. So, my results were more based upon her than me. There could be others as well, with whom your name spellings match... Therefore, it could be inappropriate characterization of you.. But there is seriously no harm in checking :)&lt;br /&gt;So.. go and check it out.....&lt;a href="http://personas.media.mit.edu/personasWeb.html"&gt;http://personas.media.mit.edu/personasWeb.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me know your characterization ... RSVP Niti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-2097376615378478811?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2097376615378478811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-does-internet-view-us-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2097376615378478811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2097376615378478811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-does-internet-view-us-as.html' title='How does Internet view us as?'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-415780547981567060</id><published>2009-09-24T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:25:39.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Virgo Woman!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; A look at a website named "VirgoWomen.net" releaved these traits about me .....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgo Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; August 24 TO September 23 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slogan: I Serve, Therefore I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;GENERAL CHARACTERISTICS:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the main, most Virgo women are very hardworking and diligent girls.&lt;br /&gt;Their work and vocation are extremely important to them and by nature they are always searching for new avenues in order to improve their position in life&lt;br /&gt;The sign of Virgo provides a person with many skills with which to successfully meet life’s challenges.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Virgo girl has an extremely ever active mind that, at times can prevent her from relaxing or indeed, being able to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with her Gemini counterparts, the sign of Taurus is also ruled by Mercury, referred to as the mental planet. This quality can present some problems at time as she can be far too “Fault Finding” both with herself and with others.&lt;br /&gt;The Virgo woman can just as easily discover a hole in your judgment or logic as she can spot one in your sock! The wise Virgo woman however, is far more aware of abundance rather than lack of it, of opportunity rather than restriction, and how to generate improvement rather than create dissension. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sign Virgo rules the digestive system and, the Virgo girl can be extremely choosy about what and how she eats Her Diet, Food, and health are very important to the Virgo woman and, since the Virgo’s stomach and intestines are particularly sensitive, she should never eat meals at a time when she might be emotionally upset.&lt;br /&gt;While the wise and mature Virgo woman is highly discerning about just everything in life, the immature Virgin can rank among the most wasteful and self-indulgent of women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; MONEY &amp; FINANCES: &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although the sign of Virgo relates to the time of harvest and is therefore naturally oriented to the concept of material surplus, many Virgos tend to believe that they are closer to the chasm of destitution than to the horn of plenty.&lt;br /&gt;Major life concerns for the Virgo girl tend to centre on her vocation and her money.&lt;br /&gt;What follows is an ancient secret truth that if mastered by the Virgo woman will lead her to total financial security—”Energy follows thought.”&lt;br /&gt;The Virgo woman must to learn how to master her own mind in order that she can program her own prosperity and not detract from it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-415780547981567060?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/415780547981567060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-virgo-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/415780547981567060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/415780547981567060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-virgo-woman.html' title='I am Virgo Woman!!!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5216774323816888722</id><published>2009-09-22T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:17:35.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A email - my friend sent me.. nice story!!!!</title><content type='html'>"An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Spade his potato garden,&lt;br /&gt;but it was very hard work. His only son, who would&lt;br /&gt;have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I&lt;br /&gt;won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging&lt;br /&gt;up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would&lt;br /&gt;be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and&lt;br /&gt;local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son&lt;br /&gt;telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son's reply was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Go ahead and plant your&lt;br /&gt;potatoes, Dad.......................... It's the best I could do&lt;br /&gt;for you from here.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5216774323816888722?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5216774323816888722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-man-lived-alone-in-minnesota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5216774323816888722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5216774323816888722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-man-lived-alone-in-minnesota.html' title='A email - my friend sent me.. nice story!!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1486628993599762727</id><published>2009-09-01T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:10:35.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sp0bkDk-6xI/AAAAAAAAApA/4HQVt47wnSA/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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I found them interesting. Read them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cherie Carter-scott's rules of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Carter Scott references this quotation:) "Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood." (Helen Keller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule One&lt;/strong&gt; - You will receive a body. Whether you love it or hate it, it's yours for life, so accept it. What counts is what's inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Two&lt;/strong&gt; - You will be presented with lessons. Life is a constant learning experience, which every day provides opportunities for you to learn more. These lessons specific to you, and learning them 'is the key to discovering and fulfilling the meaning and relevance of your own life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Three&lt;/strong&gt; - There are no mistakes, only lessons. Your development towards wisdom is a process of experimentation, trial and error, so it's inevitable things will not always go to plan or turn out how you'd want. Compassion is the remedy for harsh judgement - of ourselves and others. Forgiveness is not only divine - it's also 'the act of erasing an emotional debt'. Behaving ethically, with integrity, and with humour - especially the ability to laugh at yourself and your own mishaps - are central to the perspective that 'mistakes' are simply lessons we must learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Four&lt;/strong&gt; - The lesson is repeated until learned. Lessons repeat until learned. What manifest as problems and challenges, irritations and frustrations are more lessons - they will repeat until you see them as such and learn from them. Your own awareness and your ability to change are requisites of executing this rule. Also fundamental is the acceptance that you are not a victim of fate or circumstance - 'causality' must be acknowledged; that is to say: things happen to you because of how you are and what you do. To blame anyone or anything else for your misfortunes is an escape and a denial; you yourself are responsible for you, and what happens to you. Patience is required - change doesn't happen overnight, so give change time to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Five&lt;/strong&gt; - Learning does not end. While you are alive there are always lessons to be learned. Surrender to the 'rhythm of life', don't struggle against it. Commit to the process of constant learning and change - be humble enough to always acknowledge your own weaknesses, and be flexible enough to adapt from what you may be accustomed to, because rigidity will deny you the freedom of new possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Six&lt;/strong&gt; - "There" is no better than "here". The other side of the hill may be greener than your own, but being there is not the key to endless happiness. Be grateful for and enjoy what you have, and where you are on your journey. Appreciate the abundance of what's good in your life, rather than measure and amass things that do not actually lead to happiness. Living in the present helps you attain peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Seven&lt;/strong&gt; - Others are only mirrors of you. You love or hate something about another person according to what love or hate about yourself. Be tolerant; accept others as they are, and strive for clarity of self-awareness; strive to truly understand and have an objective perception of your own self, your thoughts and feelings. Negative experiences are opportunities to heal the wounds that you carry. Support others, and by doing so you support yourself. Where you are unable to support others it is a sign that you are not adequately attending to your own needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Eight -&lt;/strong&gt; What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. Take responsibility for yourself. Learn to let go when you cannot change things. Don't get angry about things - bitter memories clutter your mind. Courage resides in all of us - use it when you need to do what's right for you. We all possess a strong natural power and adventurous spirit, which you should draw on to embrace what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Nine&lt;/strong&gt; - Your answers lie inside of you. Trust your instincts and your innermost feelings, whether you hear them as a little voice or a flash of inspiration. Listen to feelings as well as sounds. Look, listen, and trust. Draw on your natural inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule Ten&lt;/strong&gt; - You will forget all this at birth. We are all born with all of these capabilities - our early experiences lead us into a physical world, away from our spiritual selves, so that we become doubtful, cynical and lacking belief and confidence. The ten Rules are not commandments, they are universal truths that apply to us all. When you lose your way, call upon them. Have faith in the strength of your spirit. 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font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;SMALL EYES  - Focus &amp;amp; concentration towards task &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;BIG EARS  -  Listen to new ideas, opinions and suggestions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;SMALL MOUTH -  Speak less and listen more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNITI%7E1.MOH%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;SMALL LEGS - Steady, firm and balanced progress towards goal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;MOUSE  - Quick adaptability towards changes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note:- Images has been taken from http://aiswariya.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-7967952228003848641?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7967952228003848641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-does-lord-ganesh-teaches-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/7967952228003848641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/7967952228003848641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-does-lord-ganesh-teaches-us.html' title='What does lord ganesh teaches us?'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SjjXgGD-N2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/iGSpOf07FuU/s72-c/ganesha.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-4951185020461721660</id><published>2009-06-11T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:56:26.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Office Notice Board - Quote Of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can!!! - Danny Kaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful Thought isn't it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-4951185020461721660?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4951185020461721660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-office-notice-board-quote-of-day_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/4951185020461721660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/4951185020461721660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-office-notice-board-quote-of-day_11.html' title='My Office Notice Board - Quote Of the Day'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-7427683323867402254</id><published>2009-06-11T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:26:50.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Your Internet Speed!!</title><content type='html'>Well, you might be one like me who is irritated with your net connection at home. And, internet provider always comes up with a new excuse like browser version or problem is because of your Operating System (O/S), etc. Well, yes internet speed could be hampered due to:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Internet Service Provider,&lt;br /&gt;Ø Modem Type,&lt;br /&gt;Ø Time Of Day,&lt;br /&gt;Ø Browser Version,&lt;br /&gt;Ø Operating System,&lt;br /&gt;Ø Traffic,&lt;br /&gt;Ø Intersecting Signals&lt;br /&gt;Ø Environmental Interference&lt;br /&gt;Ø Incorrect, Corrupted, or Multiple Modem Drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, it is majorly because of the reason 1 – Internet service Provider (ISP). Normally, ISP put many connections in a small combined connection; combined customer demand can result in overload and in turn slow connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t much you can do about it; one can just simply switch to another ISP. But you can certainly know the exact speed in terms of MBPS (Mega Bytes per Second) or Kbps (Kilo Bytes per Second).&lt;br /&gt;Intel Website offers you the tool which calculates your internet speed. I tried it and really liked it. My office connection results are as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345965017340014418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 174px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SjCu2_A3b1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/tm-v6HmkDRg/s400/Blog-Intel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I tried their Download Calculator which gives you the exact time it will take to download X Kb/Mb file. I tried 1.31 Mb, and results are given below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345969086370620034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 254px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SjCyj1VXIoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OIAdUBpJXkc/s400/Blog-Intel1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also browse through the link to check your net connection speed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intel.com/Consumer/Game/broadband-speed-test.htm"&gt;http://www.intel.com/Consumer/Game/broadband-speed-test.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some other brillant sites  to check  your internet speed are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ø Speed Test   -  http://www.speedtest.net/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ø Bandwidth Place  Speed Test - http://www.bandwidthplace.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-7427683323867402254?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7427683323867402254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-your-internet-speed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/7427683323867402254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/7427683323867402254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-your-internet-speed.html' title='Check Your Internet Speed!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SjCu2_A3b1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/tm-v6HmkDRg/s72-c/Blog-Intel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-4053678806593498556</id><published>2009-06-09T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:58:02.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Pedicure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sj_TIa-81AI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nE1XC6cL9vE/s1600-h/pedicure_fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350227023975207938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sj_TIa-81AI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nE1XC6cL9vE/s400/pedicure_fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, I tried fish pedicure at Selectcity Walk, Saket, Delhi. Well, Fish Pedicure cost me around Rs 400 (I have forgotten the exact price as my father paid the bill [:)])&lt;br /&gt;In fish pedicure, person's feet are submerged in a water tank filled with small fish named as GARRA RUFFA. The fishes eat away your dead skin leaving behind smooth clear feet. Due to this characteristic of fishes, they are also known as Doctor Fish. These fishes don’t have teeth, so one need not to be scared as they simply can’t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It was a ticklish feeling initially and I could not stop laughing for the first 2-3 mins. And I kept taking out and putting my feet inside the water tank back again. Then I was told by the instructor to keep it inside. Once you got over with the tickling feeling, it is very relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fishes were attracted towards my feet. I am sure they all had a good feast from my feet hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;When I was getting the pedicure done, lots of onlookers stopped by and asked me all kinds of questions…Some brilliant questions were:&lt;br /&gt;Ø How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Ø Are they not biting you?&lt;br /&gt;Ø It seems so yuck…are u okay? I would never try that (people don’t know how to be polite)&lt;br /&gt;Ø Are u a non vegetarian… you can try one fish from tank… so that u can have get ur skin back. (Welll-uhhhhhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Ø Are fishes paying you for the lovely feast…(Yeah, atleast if I am not getting money for the feast but atleast it shouldn’t have cost me either …)&lt;br /&gt;Ø Well do they have the same thing for the face….(I’ll say thank God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was overall a nice feeling I would like to take a plunge again.. As there is nothing fishy about it…. Hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Image Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://barfblog.foodsafety.ksu.edu/uploads/image/pedicure_fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://barfblog.foodsafety.ksu.edu/uploads/image/pedicure_fish.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-4053678806593498556?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4053678806593498556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/fish-pedicure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/4053678806593498556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/4053678806593498556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/fish-pedicure.html' title='Fish Pedicure'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sj_TIa-81AI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nE1XC6cL9vE/s72-c/pedicure_fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-6878591849236785413</id><published>2009-06-06T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:52:20.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME, The Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiouQ_RoHGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/uZ5nwrZv8qs/s1600-h/Me+as+Ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiouQ_RoHGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/uZ5nwrZv8qs/s320/Me+as+Ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                        A dimple on the chin, the devil within - Gaelic Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                             It is just that my dev il sometimes comes outside as well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-6878591849236785413?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6878591849236785413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-devil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6878591849236785413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6878591849236785413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-devil.html' title='ME, The Devil'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiouQ_RoHGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/uZ5nwrZv8qs/s72-c/Me+as+Ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1686503801230392627</id><published>2009-06-06T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:36:48.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Rangoli?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SioqXFn11II/AAAAAAAAAc4/ec-k8AHsJXQ/s1600-h/Image%28681%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SioqXFn11II/AAAAAAAAAc4/ec-k8AHsJXQ/s320/Image%28681%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangoli is one of the most popular art forms in &lt;a title="India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India"&gt;India&lt;/a&gt;. It is a form of &lt;a title="Sandpainting" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandpainting"&gt;sandpainting&lt;/a&gt; decoration that uses finely ground white powder and colours, and is used commonly outside homes in India.&lt;br /&gt;Rangoli can be wall art as well as floor art. The term rangoli is derived from words rang (colour) and aavalli ('coloured creepers' or 'row of colours'  ---- Source : &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"&gt;www.wikipedia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SHutterBug&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1686503801230392627?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1686503801230392627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-ranggoli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1686503801230392627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1686503801230392627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-ranggoli.html' title='What is Rangoli?'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SioqXFn11II/AAAAAAAAAc4/ec-k8AHsJXQ/s72-c/Image%28681%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-2676005599366462914</id><published>2009-06-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:32:31.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shutterbug series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiopnlshoiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/T1bbPrBjcLg/s1600-h/Image(674).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiopnlshoiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/T1bbPrBjcLg/s320/Image(674).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-2676005599366462914?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2676005599366462914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-shutterbug-series_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2676005599366462914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2676005599366462914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-shutterbug-series_06.html' title='My Shutterbug series'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiopnlshoiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/T1bbPrBjcLg/s72-c/Image(674).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5109990573138985762</id><published>2009-06-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:14:40.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HSBC Advertisement, I saw on advertisement board on my way to office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiopLBCjUzI/AAAAAAAAAco/wjYgpM-xK8g/s1600-h/Image(673).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiopLBCjUzI/AAAAAAAAAco/wjYgpM-xK8g/s320/Image(673).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dusk or Dawn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think Positive and half the battle is WON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I liked it, how about you!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Picture : My Shutter Bug, Thought: HSBC Advertisement]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5109990573138985762?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5109990573138985762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-shutterbug-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5109990573138985762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5109990573138985762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-shutterbug-series.html' title='HSBC Advertisement, I saw on advertisement board on my way to office'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SiopLBCjUzI/AAAAAAAAAco/wjYgpM-xK8g/s72-c/Image(673).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-4321458325827098423</id><published>2009-06-04T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:02:50.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ant Philosophy - My Friend Mailed Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy Lesson 1&lt;/strong&gt;: ANTS NEVER QUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If they’re headed somewhere and you try to stop them,they’ll look for another way.They’ll climb over, they’ll climb under, they’ll climbaround.They keep looking for another way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LESSON:To never quit looking for a way to get where you’resupposed to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy Lesson 2&lt;/strong&gt;:ANTS THINK WINTER ALL SUMMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You can’t be so naïve as to think summer will lastforever.So ants are gathering their winter food in the middle ofsummer.You’ve got to think rocks as you enjoy the sand andsun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LESSON: It is important to be realistic. Think ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy Lesson 3&lt;/strong&gt;: ANTS THINK SUMMER ALL WINTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;During the winter, ants remind themselves, “This won’tlast long; we’ll soon be out of here.”At the first warm day, the ants are out.If it turns cold again, they’ll dive back down, but thenthey come out the first warm day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LESSON: Stay positive at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy Lesson 4:&lt;/strong&gt; ALL-THAT-YOU-POSSIBLY-CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How much will an ant gather during the summer to preparefor the winter?All that he possibly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LESSON: Do all you can….and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In Nutshell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.) Never Give Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Look Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Stay Positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Do All You Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-4321458325827098423?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4321458325827098423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/ant-philosophy-my-friend-mailed-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/4321458325827098423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/4321458325827098423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/ant-philosophy-my-friend-mailed-me.html' title='Ant Philosophy - My Friend Mailed Me'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1170493838259437686</id><published>2009-06-03T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:24:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Office Notice Board - Quote Of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Silence is golden when you can't think of a good answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Muhammed Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Nice and makes a lot of sense  in professional environment.. [:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1170493838259437686?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1170493838259437686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-office-notice-board-quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1170493838259437686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1170493838259437686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-office-notice-board-quote-of-day.html' title='My Office Notice Board - Quote Of the Day'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1469183403539932644</id><published>2009-05-14T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:17:59.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sg0IQf-J4pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WkgQDVPogFs/s1600-h/failure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335930213057028754" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sg0IQf-J4pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WkgQDVPogFs/s400/failure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too many of us are hung up on what we don’t have,can’t have or won’t ever have. We spend too much energy being down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sg0I2UouabI/AAAAAAAAAcg/StPD7MljtpA/s1600-h/030589-accomplishment.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335930862849386930" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sg0I2UouabI/AAAAAAAAAcg/StPD7MljtpA/s400/030589-accomplishment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we could use that same energy if not less of it doing,or at least trying to do,some of the things we really want to do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images have been taken from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.webster-dictionary.org/dict/100/030589-accomplishment.gif"&gt;http://images.webster-dictionary.org/dict/100/030589-accomplishment.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeofexcellence.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/failure.jpg"&gt;http://lifeofexcellence.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/failure.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1469183403539932644?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1469183403539932644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiring-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1469183403539932644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1469183403539932644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiring-thought.html' title='Inspiring Thought'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/Sg0IQf-J4pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WkgQDVPogFs/s72-c/failure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-7531982753894053254</id><published>2009-04-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:32:01.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Powerful Thoughts - written by someone, I just liked it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Every day in Africa a gazelle wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows that it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes up, you better be running.&lt;br /&gt;Abe Gubegna&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopia, circa 1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I expect to pass through this world; but once any good thing that I can do, or kindness i can show, let me do it with total commitment; For I shall not pass this way again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oppurtunity Dances with those who are ready on the dance floor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There is a reason for everything, Perhaps at the moment that an event occurs we have neither the insight nor the foresight to comprehend the reason, but with time &amp;amp; patience it will come to light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-7531982753894053254?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7531982753894053254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-powerful-thoughts-written-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/7531982753894053254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/7531982753894053254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-powerful-thoughts-written-by.html' title='Some Powerful Thoughts - written by someone, I just liked it'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-2134741171455179861</id><published>2009-04-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:21:03.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Wonderful ADs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dhara Refined Oil &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbV5Y5KJCUs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbV5Y5KJCUs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadbury Dairy Milk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_2EEuW4r-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_2EEuW4r-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dhoodh Dhoodh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjFH6yZ8LIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjFH6yZ8LIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-2134741171455179861?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2134741171455179861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-wonderful-ads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2134741171455179861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2134741171455179861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-wonderful-ads.html' title='Some Wonderful ADs!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8095075939036664349</id><published>2009-02-08T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:44:22.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kite runner movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khaled Hosseini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kite Runner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kite Runner novel'/><title type='text'>Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I watched the movie KITE RUNNER. The movie is an adaption of Khaled Hosseini’s best selling novel Kite runner. Well the novel is about a boy Amir who in his childhood betrays his friend and servant Hassan. And this innocent betrayal is about an incident where Hassan was raped by some local boys and Ali had been a mock observer. Due to Afghan warfare, Amir and his father moves to USA. And when Amir grows-up as an adult he travels back to his homeland from USA( where he was settled) to find son of his dead friend Hassan.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read the novel (published in 2005) and simply loved it. I think it is extremely well written and very descriptive. The book holds you, I tried to savor it, but it was very difficult to put down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I didn’t somehow liked the movie. I think it is not as interesting as novel. Although, I really liked Zekeria Ebrahimi  as a child Amir, Ahmad Khan Mahmidzada as a child Hassan, Shaun Toub as  Rahim Khan, Homayoun Ershadi as Baba  and not to forget handsome actor  Khalid Abdalla as adult Amir. A google search revealed that Khalid Abdalla is an Egyptian who is brought up in England. For more information about the actor, you can visit official site of the movie www.kiterunnermovie.com&lt;br /&gt;I think I would highly recommend the novel, but not the movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8095075939036664349?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8095075939036664349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/kite-runner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8095075939036664349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8095075939036664349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/kite-runner.html' title='Kite Runner'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-2031784755595171005</id><published>2009-01-26T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:34:23.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote I Love!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Opportunity dances with those who are already on the dance floor.&lt;/strong&gt;H. Jackson Brown Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-2031784755595171005?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2031784755595171005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2031784755595171005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/2031784755595171005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-i-love.html' title='Quote I Love!!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-6100496683413207613</id><published>2009-01-23T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:59:48.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The state of mind which enables a man to do work of this kind is akin to that of the religious worshiper or the lover; the daily effort comes from no deliberate intention or program, but straight from the heart. &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/2656275104498174400-6100496683413207613?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6100496683413207613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/einstein-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6100496683413207613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/6100496683413207613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/einstein-thought.html' title='Einstein Thought'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-1002382084888636980</id><published>2009-01-14T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:50:31.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lotus Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lotus Temple Delhi'/><title type='text'>Lotus Temple Delhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SW3rYGYHAJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7vp2LX_t7C8/s1600-h/Delhi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SW3rYGYHAJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7vp2LX_t7C8/s400/Delhi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291143936491323538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Delhi's view from aeroplane&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;The White building in the picture is 'LOTUS TEMPLE'which is a promienent attraction of  Delhi. Lotus temple is actually a Bahá'í House of Worship where people of all religions can worship without denominational restrictions. One can chant prayers, but cant practise religious rituals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-1002382084888636980?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1002382084888636980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-delhi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1002382084888636980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/1002382084888636980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-delhi.html' title='Lotus Temple Delhi'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SW3rYGYHAJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7vp2LX_t7C8/s72-c/Delhi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-795949475264373050</id><published>2009-01-11T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:50:40.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass is always greener on the other side!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SWoHLZu78UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9cyIYyQylEg/s1600-h/Image(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290048604767777090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SWoHLZu78UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9cyIYyQylEg/s400/Image(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-795949475264373050?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/795949475264373050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/795949475264373050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/795949475264373050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html' title='Grass is always greener on the other side!!!!'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SWoHLZu78UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9cyIYyQylEg/s72-c/Image(011).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8721846398154857758</id><published>2009-01-11T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:20:55.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Ganesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPGgG0OkUIo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPGgG0OkUIo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shendur Lal Chadhayo Achchha Gajmukhko&lt;br /&gt;Dondil Lal Biraje Sut Gauriharko&lt;br /&gt;Hath Liye Gudladdu Sai Survarko&lt;br /&gt;Mahima Kahe Na Jay Lagat Hoo Padko, Jai Dev Jai Dev&lt;br /&gt;Jai Jai Shri Ganaraj Vidhyasukhdata&lt;br /&gt;Dhanya Tumara Darshan Mera Man Ramata, Jai Dev Jai Dev&lt;br /&gt;Bhavbhagati Se Koi Sharanagat Ave&lt;br /&gt;Santat Sampat Sabahi Bharpur Pave&lt;br /&gt;Aise Tum Maharaj Moko Ati Bhave&lt;br /&gt;Gosavinandan Nishidin Gun Gave, Jai Dev Jai Dev&lt;br /&gt;Jai Jai Shri Ganaraj Vidhyasukhdata&lt;br /&gt;Dhanya Tumara Darshan Mera Man Ramata, Jai Dev Jai Dev.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghalin lota ngan vandin charan &lt;br /&gt;Dolyaneepahin rup tujhe &lt;br /&gt;Preme alingin anande pujin &lt;br /&gt;Bhave ovalin mhane nama &lt;br /&gt;Tvamev mata cha pita tarnev &lt;br /&gt;Tvamev bandcha sakha tyamev &lt;br /&gt;Tvamev vidya dravin tvarnev&lt;br /&gt;Tvamev sarva mam dev dev &lt;br /&gt;Kayen vacha manasendriyerua &lt;br /&gt;Budhyatrnana wa prakrutiswabhawat &lt;br /&gt;Karomi yadhat sakala parasmai &lt;br /&gt;Narayana yeti samarpayami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achyutam keshvam ramnarayan &lt;br /&gt;Krishna damodar vasudev om harim&lt;br /&gt;Shri dhar madhav gopikavallabham&lt;br /&gt;Jankinayakam ramchandra bhaje&lt;br /&gt;Hare ram hare ram ram ram hare hare &lt;br /&gt;Hare Mshna hare krishna krishna krishna hare hare hare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Video has been taken from youtube&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-8721846398154857758?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8721846398154857758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-ganesh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8721846398154857758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/8721846398154857758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-ganesh.html' title='Lord Ganesh'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-5548281166804513153</id><published>2008-12-28T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:07:51.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Répondez s'il vous Plaît all about?</title><content type='html'>Respondez S’il Vous Plait is my blog as in Niti’s blog about life, music or other things on which I feel I have the knowledge or opinion to share.&lt;br /&gt;As I would love to have your opinions on my opinions, I named it as Respondez S’il Vous Plait(RSVP) which derives its origin from french and literally means respond if you please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love reading it!! Happy reading!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656275104498174400-5548281166804513153?l=respondifyouplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5548281166804513153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-respondez-sil-vous-plait-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5548281166804513153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656275104498174400/posts/default/5548281166804513153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respondifyouplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-respondez-sil-vous-plait-blog.html' title='What is Répondez s&apos;il vous Plaît all about?'/><author><name>Niti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269177889672358433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WLWkUGqwXjk/SGtvZ57br1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Tap_z0kr7VU/S220/Me+in+Hills.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656275104498174400.post-8057363369684637946</id><published>2008-12-28T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:11:58.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a personal weblog. The opinions expressed here represent my own &amp;amp; are not subject to thoughts, intentions, plans or strategies of my current or any of the previous employers. I hold all the rights as to change/upgrade/delete the content of any topic discussed within the blog from time to time. The views discussed are not intended to malign any religion, ethnic group, club, or individual. Furthermore, any grammatical error or spelling mistake is not liability of my teachers and professors of the schools and colleges I attended. I am not liable or accountable for the content of any other third party sites related. Any part of blog cannot be used for marketing or personal use. And anybody found doing that would be held for infringement of copyright. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All videos are taken from youtube. 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