tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64962506568422479512024-03-14T09:53:15.423-07:00Soft ThunderFrozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-6755891678424173242012-03-08T18:19:00.001-08:002012-03-08T18:24:56.283-08:00We work to live and not live to work<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #104160; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><i><span style="color: #999999;">'This is a mail forward to me through a mail, after it was forwarded to her someone....' </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given….rrrrhhhhh……<wbr></wbr>Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh…………
Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh .’- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk.
‘Raaajeeessshhh… .’…I heard my wife yelling. What’s w/ her? Always
yelling for something or the other.
I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my
blanket and got down. ‘Raaajesssh….’ ‘Coming Meera..what’s w/ you. Why
are you shouting like this..’.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">I
hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in
the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked
happy, watching TV. I got confused at
the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of
earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my
wife & daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused,
what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Meera…’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Yeah Rajesh…’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘You called me. In fact yelled.’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Yes. You are right!’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"> I
couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some
kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by
9am for a meeting.
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"> ‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Rajesh, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘27th..What 27th?
</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Meera
gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere
at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month
only right. Got it. Should be our
Anniversary.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’ </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Whaattttttt? ???….Anniversaryy yyy???…..’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Got
it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th. What
?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my
daughter for a clue. She turned her face
away. What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward &
say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to
remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a
fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day
will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender. <br />
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‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough,
Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’ Meera
doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Rajesh..You
don’t remember at all?’ I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I
kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'Rajesh,
As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's
school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me
you forgot. You already promised
that you will go with her to her school'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'Yes. You did'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘at what time it starts..?'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. Whatever!!</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">"Rajesh. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'Oh yeah....but. ..'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'But what????...'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'errrh....might be some other day...'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">'No..No…actually. .what..I am saying is..'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">I
stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all
dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I
saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I
thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations.
Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So
many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t
go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour
and for name sake visit that function and escape to office. </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
'No...that’s not..'</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Before
Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour.
Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready
soon..' she nudged me.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me
to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the
living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I
got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting
to 10am. </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos
it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once
dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground,
Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some
stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here
& there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Uncle,
Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come.
She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir
asked me.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and
waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked
towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be
given a sheet containing questions about their kids.
Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the
kids response.<br />
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Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I
felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from
her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very
own daughter. I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend
the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is
going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a
small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled,
I opened the sheet.<br />
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My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like
butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st
standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I
don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My
nick name is ‘Honey dew’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at
Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2
days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about
me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’.
Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew
anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the
stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu
gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered
almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the
questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came
running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone
congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt
like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about
my daughter.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir .
What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and
don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet
and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting
bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful
smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified
as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all
these years. She has that cute dimple of
Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she
smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.<br />
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Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons
for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly
my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly
her face became dark. She looked totally upset
and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’<br />
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I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I
looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their
fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for
all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up.
Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the
gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in
his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that
day in school.
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I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart
to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl
child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not
going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around
whole day.ok?’<br />
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‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Yes sweetz’</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">‘Thank
you Daddy!’ – Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School
teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’
has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson.
I called my manager & told that am running high fever and can’t
come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter
needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter
heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave
her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump
in my throat started melting away.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 24pt;">Life is often misinterpreted…
</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 7pt;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 24pt;">We work to live and not live to work…</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 7pt;">
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</span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 24pt;">Search the real meaning of Life…</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 7pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 7pt;">\</span></div>
</div>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-7516775281384597822010-09-28T00:59:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:51.422-08:00Husband 1.0A desperate woman writes to the Technical support Guy,<br />Dear Tech Support,<br /><br />Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.<br /><br />In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as<br />Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NEWS 5.0, MONEY 3.0 and CRICKET 4.1.<br /><br />Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.<br /><br />Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.<br /><br />What can I do?<br /><br />Signed,<br /><br />Desperate Woman<br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><br />Tech Support Reply, <br />DEAR DESPERATE Madam,<br /><br />First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.<br /><br />Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme.htmland try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.<br />If that application works as designed, Husband1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.<br /><br />However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default<br />to Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7..0 or Beer 6.1.<br />Please note that Beer 6. 1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.<br /><br />Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-In-Law 1.0 under any circumstances (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)<br /><br />In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.<br /><br />In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.<br />You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance.<br />We recommend: Cooking 3.0 and Hot Looks 7.7.<br /><br /><br />Good Luck Madam!<br /><br />Tech SupportFrozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-73041791920444787752010-06-10T01:45:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:51.443-08:00The phenomenon called TWITTER<object height="370" width="640"><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'></param><param name='movie' value='http://www.bobparsons.me/bpblogplayer_embed.swf?theVid=http://a1848.g.akamai.net/7/1848/13927/v001/godaddysof1.download.akamai.com/48279/_150_Blog25_640x350_med.flv'></param><param name='bgcolor' value='#000000'></param><embed src='http://www.bobparsons.me/bpblogplayer_embed.swf?theVid=http://a1848.g.akamai.net/7/1848/13927/v001/godaddysof1.download.akamai.com/48279/_150_Blog25_640x350_med.flv' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowFullScreen='true' bgcolor='#000000' quality='high' flashvars='doPlay=false&theVid=http://a1848.g.akamai.net/7/1848/13927/v001/godaddysof1.download.akamai.com/48279/_150_Blog25_640x350_med.flv' width='640' height='370'></embed></object><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=welcomsfreew-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0470563362&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-34042787570149479412010-05-14T00:09:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:51.471-08:00Does google search look so simple and lite?Many people have no idea about the amount of energy that is being consumed by surfing the Internet. From the energy of our computers, to the the communications infrastructure linking everything together, to the service providers themselves; each component that assists in the transport or processing of information over the Internet uses energy. It takes a great deal of power to sustain these innumerable connections, but we rarely quantify exactly how much energy we’re using. To illustrate this massive energy consumption, our infographic depicts the energy used in a Google search.<br /><a href="http://wellhome.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Infographic_Final2.png"><br /></a><a href="http://wellhome.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Infographic_Final21.png"><br /></a> <br /><div class="wp-caption alignright" id="attachment_586" style="width: 578px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://wellhome.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Infographic_Final3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Google Energy Infographic" class="size-large wp-image-586" height="236" src="http://wellhome.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Infographic_Final3-1024x606.png" title="Infographic_Final3" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="wp-caption-text"></div></div><b>Google Data:</b><br /><a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/powering-google-search.html" target="_blank"> http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/powering-google-search.html</a><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_search" target="_blank">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_search</a><br /><b>Light Bulb Data:</b><br />100 watt bulb uses 100 watts or .1kw in an hour<br />100 watt bulb uses .001666kw in a minute<br />100 watt bulb uses .0000277kw in a second<br />Google search uses .0003kw<br />100 watt bulb uses 1 kwh every ten hours<br />100 watt bulb uses .0016 kwh in a minute<br />One Google search could power a 100w light bulb for 11 seconds (.0003/.0000277)<br />One month’s Google searches could power a 100w light bulb for 4,534 years (3,900,000/.1 = 39,000,000 hours)<br /><b>Bicycle Power Data:</b><br /><a href="http://www.humboldt.edu/%7Eccat/pedalpower/hec/hpeg/index.html" target="_blank">http://www.humboldt.edu/~ccat/pedalpower/hec/hpeg/index.html</a><br />Average cyclist can generate 75 watts/h this is .075kw each hour<br />Average cyclist can generate .00125 kw in a minute<br />Average cyclist can generate .0000208333 kw in one second<br />One Google search uses .0003kww<br />One Google search uses the same amount of energy as a cyclist uses in 14seconds (.0003/.0000208)<br />One month’s Google searches use 3,900,000kwh<br />One Google search could power a bicycle for 5,936 years (3,900,000/.075= 52,000,000hrs)<br /><b>Car CO2 Data:</b><br /><a href="http://www.epa.gov/oms/consumer/f00013.htm">http://www.epa.gov/oms/consumer/f00013.htm</a><br />Average car exhales 11,450lbs of CO2 each year or 5,193kg per year (based on 12,500miles)<br />Average car exhales 0.41544kg of CO2 per mile or 415g per mile.<br />There are 63,360 inches in one mile, therefore .006g of CO2 released for each inch the car moves<br />One Google search produces .02g or roughly 3 inches in a car<br />One month’s Google searches produce 260,000kg or 260,000,000g of CO2<br />One month’s Google searches equal roughly 626,506 miles worth of CO2 from driving<br /><b>Breathing CO2:</b><br /><a href="http://thinkearth.wordpress.com/2007/03/30/how-much-c02-do-we-each-breathe-out/">http://thinkearth.wordpress.com/2007/03/30/how-much-c02-do-we-each-breathe-out/</a><br />1g of CO2 has a volume of 556ml.<br />400ml/min of CO2 are released per person per minute<br />Therefore 400ml has weight of 0.72g.<br />Therefore in 1 hour the net CO2 released is 0.72 X 60 = 43.2g<br />One day is 43.2 X 24=1036g or 1.036kg.<br />One year is 1.036 X 365= 378.332Kg or 0.378332 metric tonnes<br />One Google search produces as much CO2 as you breath out in 2 seconds<br />One month’s Google searches produce as much CO2 as you would breath out in 824 years.<br /><b>Heart Power Data:</b><br /><a href="http://hypertextbook.com/facts/2003/IradaMuslumova.shtml">http://hypertextbook.com/facts/2003/IradaMuslumova.shtml</a><br />Average energy used by a human heart is roughly 2watts or .002kw in an hour<br />Average energy used by a human heart in a minute is .0000333kwh<br />Google search averages .0003kwh per search<br />It takes 6.6 searches to use the same amount of power as your heart uses in an hour(.002kwh/.0003kwh)<br />Monthly google searches equal 1,950,000,000 hours of human heart beats (3,900,000/.002kwh)<br />Monthly Google searches could power a human heart for 222,602 years<br />One Google search consumes as much power as your heart does in 9 minutes (.0003/.0000333)<br /><b>Home Energy Data:</b><br /><a href="http://www.eia.doe.gov/cneaf/electricity/esr/table5.html">http://www.eia.doe.gov/cneaf/electricity/esr/table5.html</a><br />Average home uses 920 Kwh per month in the US<br />Google search uses .0003kw per search<br />Average Home Monthly Energy Usage equals roughly 3,066,666 searches (920kwh/.0003)<br />Google searches amount to roughly 3,900,000 KWH, this is enough to power 4,239 homes for each month (3,900,000kwh/920kwh)<br />One Google search uses One 3,000,000th the monthly power used by an average home.<br /><b>CO2 Volume Data:</b><br /><a href="http://www.icbe.com/CarbonDatabase/CO2volumecalculation.asp" target="_blank">http://www.icbe.com/CarbonDatabase/CO2volumecalculation.asp</a><br /><a href="http://giants.stadiumhotelnetwork.com/information.html" target="_blank">http://giants.stadiumhotelnetwork.com/information.html</a><br />CO2 has a volume of 0.0019 grams per cubic centimeter as a gas.<br />1 cubic centimeter = 0.001 liters<br />One Google search creates .02g of CO2 which is 10.52cubic cm or .0105 liters<br />All monthly Google searches create 260,000,000g of CO2 or 136,842,105,263 cubic cm which equals 136,842,105 liters<br />Giants stadium has a volume of 64,500,000 cubic feet or 1,800,000,000 liters or roughly 12 times the CO2 output of 1 months google searches<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*Images provided by shutterstock.com unless otherwise noted.Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-57349204878476366562010-05-07T00:24:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:51.495-08:00Robovie R3<h4 class="post_title">Robovie R3 all set to assist, freak out elderly and handicapped shoppers this November </h4><div class="post_info"><div class="post_content_types"><div class="post_category"></div><div class="post_icon"></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="1" hspace="4" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.engadget.com/media/2010/05/10x0505robobn3we2x7.jpg" vspace="4" /></div>The <a href="http://www.engadget.com/2010/04/16/atr-and-vstone-debut-life-sized-robovie-r3-humanoid-robot/">Robovie R3</a> is the latest in a <a href="http://www.engadget.com/tag/robovie">distinguished line</a> of humanoid bots developed for the purposes of research, discovery, and (a tiny bit of) geeky fun. Following its predecessor's footsteps -- the R2 secured employment as <a href="http://www.engadget.com/2008/01/26/crowd-monitoring-humanoid-helps-lost-mall-patrons-likely-freaks/">a guide to lost shoppers</a> -- the R3 will be making its mall debut in November of this year, where it'll assist people by carrying their shopping, providing information about nearby products, and holding their hand as it guides them through the crowds. Intended as a way to get elderly and handicapped people back out into the community, this is part of a viability study for the robot's usefulness, and if it finds success maybe its anime eyes and <a href="http://www.engadget.com/2009/12/08/uk-man-builds-life-sized-dalek-furthers-intergalactic-evil/">dalek form factor</a> will find their way outside Japan as well. Video of the R3 after the break.<br /><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQJyn1mb3EU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQJyn1mb3EU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=welcomsfreew-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B0016CC284&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-44329238619976837502010-04-14T00:28:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:51.520-08:0016 Rules for Success in business and in Life<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-top: 3px;"><tbody><tr><td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">1.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Get and stay out of your comfort zone.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">I believe that not much happens of any significance when we're in our comfort zone. I hear people say, "But I'm concerned about security." My response to that is simple: "Security is for cadavers."</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">2.</div></td> <td><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Never give up.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">Almost nothing works the first time it's attempted. Just because what you're doing does not seem to be working, doesn't mean it won't work. It just means that it might not work the way you're doing it. If it was easy, everyone would be doing it, and you wouldn't have an opportunity.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">3.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">When you're ready to quit, you're closer than you think.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">There's an old Chinese saying that I just love, and I believe it is so true. It goes like this: "The temptation to quit will be greatest just before you are about to succeed."</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">4.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">With regard to whatever worries you, not only accept the worst thing that could happen, but make it a point to quantify what the worst thing could be.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">Very seldom will the worst consequence be anywhere near as bad as a cloud of "undefined consequences." My father would tell me early on, when I was struggling and losing my shirt trying to get Parsons Technology going, "Well, Robert, if it doesn't work, they can't eat you."</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">5.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Focus on what you want to have happen.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">Remember that old saying, "As you think, so shall you be."</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">6.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Take things a day at a time.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">No matter how difficult your situation is, you can get through it if you don't look too far into the future, and focus on the present moment. You can get through anything one day at a time.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">7.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Always be moving forward.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">Never stop investing. Never stop improving. Never stop doing something new. The moment you stop improving your organization, it starts to die. Make it your goal to be better each and every day, in some small way. Remember the Japanese concept of Kaizen. Small daily improvements eventually result in huge advantages.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">8.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Be quick to decide.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">Remember what General George S. Patton said: "A good plan violently executed today is far and away better than a perfect plan tomorrow."</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">9.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Measure everything of significance.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">I swear this is true. Anything that is measured and watched, improves.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">10.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Anything that is not managed will deteriorate.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">If you want to uncover problems you don't know about, take a few moments and look closely at the areas you haven't examined for a while. I guarantee you problems will be there.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">11.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Pay attention to your competitors, but pay more attention to what you're doing.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">When you look at your competitors, remember that everything looks perfect at a distance. Even the planet Earth, if you get far enough into space, looks like a peaceful place.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">12.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Never let anybody push you around.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">In our society, with our laws and even playing field, you have just as much right to what you're doing as anyone else, provided that what you're doing is legal.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">13.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Never expect life to be fair.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">Life isn't fair. You make your own breaks. You'll be doing good if the only meaning fair has to you, is something that you pay when you get on a bus (i.e., fare).</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">14.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Solve your own problems.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">You'll find that by coming up with your own solutions, you'll develop a competitive edge. Masura Ibuka, the co-founder of SONY, said it best: "You never succeed in technology, business, or anything by following the others." There's also an old Asian saying that I remind myself of frequently. It goes like this: "A wise man keeps his own counsel."</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">15.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">Don't take yourself too seriously.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">Lighten up. Often, at least half of what we accomplish is due to luck. None of us are in control as much as we like to think we are.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td align="right" valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">16.</div></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_header">There's always a reason to smile.</div></td> </tr><tr> <td></td> <td valign="top"><div class="bobs_16_rules_text">Find it. After all, you're really lucky just to be alive. Life is short. More and more, I agree with my little brother. He always reminds me: "We're not here for a long time, we're here for a good time!"</div><div class="bobs_16_rules_text"></div><div class="bobs_16_rules_text"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Rules formulated by BOB, founder and CEO of godaddy.com</span>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-70756042623768461582010-04-13T22:49:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:51.538-08:00The train that never stops at a station<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><b><span style="color: #330099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #330099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;">A brilliant new Chinese train innovation - get on & off the bullet train without the train stopping. VERY COOL CONCEPT !</span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #330099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #330099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b> <br />No time is wasted. The bullet train is moving all the time. If there are 30 stations between Beijing and Guangzhou , just stopping and accelerating again at each station will waste both energy and time. <br /><br />A mere 5 min stop per station (elderly passengers cannot be hurried) will result in a total loss of 5 min x 30 stations or 2.5 hours of train journey time!<br /><br />How it works (view the movie - in mandarin though!):<br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9Ig19gYP9o&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9Ig19gYP9o&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />1. For those who are boarding the train : The passengers at a station embarks onto to a connector cabin way before the train even arrives at the station. When the train arrives, it will not stop at all. It just slows down to pick up the connector cabin which will move with the train on the roof of the train.<br /><br />While the train is still moving away from the station, those passengers will board the train from the connector cabin mounted on the train's roof. After fully unloading all its passengers, the cabin connector cabin will be moved to the back of the train so that the next batch of outgoing passengers who want to alight at the next station will board the connector cabin at the rear of the train roof.<br /><br />2. For those who are getting off: As stated after fully unloading all its passengers, the cabin connector cabin will be moved to the back of the train so that the next batch of outgoing passengers who want to alight at the next station will board the connector cabin at the rear of the train roof. When the train arrives at the next station, it will simply drop the whole connector cabin at the station itself and leave it behind at the station. The outgoing passengers can take their own time to disembark at the station while the train had already left. At the same time, the train will pick up the incoming embarking passengers on another connector cabin in the front part of the train's roof. So the train will always drop one connector cabin at the rear of its roof and pick up a new connector cabin in the front part of the train's roof at each station.Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-59212679025319677852010-04-01T03:49:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:51.564-08:00Do little acts of care The man slowly looked up at the woman standing in front of him. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.<br />"Leave me alone," he growled... To his amazement, the woman continued standing there. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows.<br /><br />"Are you hungry?" she asked.<br /><br />"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away."<br /><br />The woman's smile became even broader.<br /><br />Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. "What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone.<br /><br />Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked..<br />"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"<br /><br />The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"<br /><br />"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."<br /><br />"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.<br /><br />"Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything."<br /><br />"This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it."<br /><br />Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived.<br /><br />The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked."What is all this, is this man in trouble?"<br /><br />"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.<br /><br />"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business."<br /><br />Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."<br /><br />The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"<br /><br />"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms."<br /><br />"And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"<br /><br />"What business is that of yours?"<br />I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."<br />"Oh."<br />The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference."<br /><br />She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a laugh. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?"<br />"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty."<br /><br />"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"<br /><br />"Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."<br /><br />The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."<br /><br />The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said.<br /><br />"That was not my intent.... Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."<br /><br />She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.<br /><br />"Jack, do you remember me?"<br /><br />Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."<br /><br />"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."<br /><br />"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly... He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.<br /><br />"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."<br /><br />Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."<br /><br />"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right."<br />"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.<br /><br />"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered...." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office."<br /><br />She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you."<br /><br />There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he asked.<br /><br />"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus... He led me to you."<br /><br />Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. "Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.<br />"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And...And thank you for the coffee."<br /><br />Have a Wonderful Day. May God Bless You Always and don't forget that when you "cast your bread upon the waters," you never know how it will be<br />returned to you. God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart.<br /><br />When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go. Only 1 of 2 things will happen, either He'll catch you when you fall, or He'll teach you how to fly!Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-68879355531731787212010-03-29T03:33:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:51.588-08:00Interesting lessons. 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Have any idea how it reaches u?</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><object height="360" width="580"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JLVFKHJcBMM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JLVFKHJcBMM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjJNXLr1mOSTfB_Io5yTHJxUV-bp6Qrd_oTcAsTPQCbiA-_n8UvpVn5xWyvh21VfZNW5b1Eo4Iw6ZlollV2RBcDmmqSRmkrNcR2bPDcTGA9qjCPY9eCmaXrnPcC98xVKqxcpWqRLDUuef/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkJ5HsadIQ07zyzS5GGygdQVVRNEmUemy8DJW8Ht-_J5LOMsQiZn7RuEecRoGzHebJkJAf9c8HYSbQ7CjNl8aW1VGMMuzR9gpIg6yVCeRsxqq_PvskvAX9dVwUZqmokD7OtQa2AErHMqs/s1600-h/image014-742894.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444669236989087810" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkJ5HsadIQ07zyzS5GGygdQVVRNEmUemy8DJW8Ht-_J5LOMsQiZn7RuEecRoGzHebJkJAf9c8HYSbQ7CjNl8aW1VGMMuzR9gpIg6yVCeRsxqq_PvskvAX9dVwUZqmokD7OtQa2AErHMqs/s320/image014-742894.jpg" /></a></div><br />Ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-34394198323030448852010-03-02T22:13:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:29:51.966-08:00Lets do what INDIA needs from us<b>DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam 's Speech in Hyderabad:</b><br /><br />Why is the media here so negative?<br />Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse acknowledge them--- Why?<br />We are the first in milk production.<br />We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.<br />We are the second largest producer of wheat.<br />We are the second largest producer of rice.<br />Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit.<br /><br />There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.<br /><br /><br />I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.<br /><br />In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.<br /><br />Why are we so <i>NEGATIVE</i>?<br /><br />Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology.<br /><br />Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture,when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India . For her, you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.<br /><br /><br />YOU say that our government is inefficient.<br />YOU say that our laws are too old.<br />YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.<br />YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,<br />The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.<br />YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.<br /><br />YOU say, say and say.. What do YOU do about it?<br /><br />Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name - YOURS. Give him aface - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road ) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?<br /><br />YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai .<br /><br />YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah .<br /><br />YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.'<br /><br />YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop,'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.'<br /><br />YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New<br />Zealand<br /><br />Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston ??? We are still talking of the same YOU..<br /><br />YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India ?<br /><br />Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay , Mr. Tinaikar , had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the<br />officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan . Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.<br /><br />We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin.<br /><br />We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.<br /><br />We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.<br /><br />This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse?<br /><br />'It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbor's, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU.<br /><br />When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out<br />to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.<br /><br />Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great-deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J. F. Kennedy 's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....<br /><br />'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA<br />AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA<br />WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'<br /><br />Lets do what India needs from us.<br /><br />Thank you,<br />Dr. Abdul KalaamFrozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-72762354658873197162010-03-01T00:32:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:29:52.006-08:0010 Extraordinary People with Weird Superpowers<p><span><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Man Who Doesn't Feel Pain</span></span></b></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Tim Cridland is an entertainer and a former member of the Jim Rose Circus. Tim specializes in sword swallowing, fire walking, sleeping on beds of nails (once even with a Toyota over him), body skewering and electrocuting himself. Tim says he can do this because he has mastered mind over matter. Researchers on the other hand say it's because Tim was born with a mutation that makes it so he doesn't feel pain the way normal people do.<br /><br />It's not that Tim and his ilk can't feel anything, because they can feel when they are touched, and they can feel temperature. They simply do not register pain thanks to malfunctioning receptors in the nerve cells that tell your brain.</span></span></p> <p><span><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Boy who sees without Eyes</span></span></b></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ben Underwood taught himself to use echo location to navigate around the world. He is blind, both of his eyes were removed (cancer) when he was 3, but has managed to do some truly extraordinary feats. Basically he's Daredevil. He can see the world throught sounds like a sonar or a dolphin.</span></span></p> <p><span><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The boy with Ultra-Fast Brain</span></span></b></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Daniel Tammet is an autistic savant. He can perform mind-boggling mathematical calculations at breakneck speeds. But unlike other savants, who can perform similar feats, Tammet can describe how he does it.<br /><br />In his mind, he says, each number up to 10,000 has its own unique shape and feel, that he can "see" results of calculations as landscapes, and that he can "sense" whether a number is prime or composite. He has described his visual image of 289 as particularly ugly, 333 as particularly attractive, and pi as beautiful He also has linguistic skils. He is capable of learning new languages very quickly. To prove this for a Channel Five documentary, Tammet was challenged to learn Icelandic in one week, a language with a popular reputation as one of the world's most difficult languages to learn.</span></span></p> <p><span><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Man Who moves objects with his Mind</span></span></b></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">"Remember, there is no spoon". Just like that kid from "The Matrix" movie, Miroslaw Magola –The "Magnetic Man" -- defies laws of gravity with an extraordinary ability -- applying the power of psycho kinesis he can raise anything from metal pans to marble statues, transport them through the air to affix to his body, then creates a force to keep them there -- simply using mind control.</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">An avid enthusiast of the phenomenon of psychic energy, Miroslaw has developed his skill to manipulate lifeless objects in mid-air to obey his will, even forcing them spin around or shake. His mental powers are so keen that he can jump around while an object is stuck to his head without losing his mental grasp of the item.<br />Miroslaw explains how he employs psycho kinetics to perform these uncanny feats, "It works because I load myself with energy (I connect myself to it) and at the same time I wish for the object to raise." Miroslaw has undergone numerous tests for his perplexing skill which remains unexplained by conventional science to date.<br /><br /></span></span><span><b><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Woman Who Can't Forget</span></span></b></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">The "human calendar". That's what some people call the woman who contacted UC Irvine neurobiologist Jim McGaugh six years ago and said, "I have a problem. I remember too much." That's the story of AJ, an extraordinary 40-year-old married woman who remembers everything.</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">McGaugh and fellow UCI researchers Larry Cahill and Elizabeth Parker have been studying the extraordinary case of a person who has "nonstop, uncontrollable and automatic" memory of her personal history and countless public events. If you randomly pick a date from the past 25 years and ask her about it, she'll usually provide elaborate, verifiable details about what happened to her that day and if there were any significant news events on topics that interested her. She usually also recalls what day of the week it was and what the weather was like. <i><span style="font-style: italic;">[Read more here: <u><a href="http://www.mindpowernews.com/CantForget.htm" target="_blank">The Woman Who Can't Forget Anything</a></u>]</span></i> </span></span></p> <p><span><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Man Who eats Everything</span></span></b></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">This basically means the guy can eat and even digest metal, glass and even toxic and poisonous material. Michel Lotito's stomach lining is twice as thick as normal, a rare condition that most doctors agree developed in the womb, though nobody is sure how. Lotito does not often suffer from ill-effects due to his diet, even after the consumption of materials usually considered poisonous.</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">When performing he consumes around a kilogram of material daily, preceding it with mineral oil and drinking considerable quantities of water during the 'meal'. He apparently possesses a stomach and intestine with walls of twice the expected thickness, and his digestive acids are, allegedly, unusually powerful, allowing him to digest a certain portion of his metallic meals.<br /><br />Lotito even entered the Guinness book of records when he ate an airplane. The airplane took roughly two years to be 'eaten' from 1978 to 1980</span></span></p> <p><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Monks generating magical heat energy from their bodies</span></span></b></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Experts have been studying Buddhist monks for more than 20 years, trying to figure out just how in the hell they're doing what they do. By using a meditation technique called Tum-mo, these monks can lower their metabolism by 64 percent. To put it in perspective, your metabolism only drops 10 to 15 percent when you sleep. And yes, you should feel bad that there are people who make you look uptight when you're asleep.<br /><br />But far more awesome than that, the monks can also increase the temperatures of their fingers and toes by 17 degrees. No one knows how.</span></span></p> <p><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The woman who can laugh with a peak volume of 110 decibels</span></span></b></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">This is Jittarat Wongsomboon, a 55 years-old woman from Thailand, who can laugh with a peak volume of 110 decibels! Can you believe this? Sounds strange, but it is true. On July 5, 2008, Jittarat participated in Ripley's International Laughing Contest in the Thai resort town of Pattaya and won the odd competition by continuously laughing for 12 minutes and 26 seconds and hitting a booming volume of 110 decibels.</span></span></p> <p><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The man who claps as Loud as a Helicopter</span></span></b></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">A Chinese man who can clap his hands nearly as loud as a helicopter is hoping to get into the record books. Zhang Quan, 70, of Chongqing city, had his clapping monitored by local environmental protection officials, reports Chongqing Business News. His claps apparently measured 107 decibels - three decibels lower than whirling helicopter blades. Workers from the environmental protection bureau say Zhang could face arrest for noise pollution if he claps too often.</span></span></p>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-62967930466467306332010-01-19T03:17:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:29:52.032-08:00My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!<div style="text-align: justify;">My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you<br />come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?<br /><br /><br />I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter,<br />Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front<br />of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice<br />child, quite intelligent for her age.<br /><br /><br />I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't<br />you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear'.<br /><br /><br />Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.<br />'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of<br />this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire<br />curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'<br /><br /><br />'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with<br />mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu, dear,<br />you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive<br />items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'<br /><br /><br />'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she<br />finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife<br />and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.<br /><br /><br />After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with<br />expectation. All our attention was on her.<br /><br /><br />'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.<br /><br /><br />'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved<br />off? Impossible!'<br /><br /><br />'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too<br />much of television.. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these<br />TV programs!'<br /><br /><br />'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad<br />seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'<br /><br /><br />'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried<br />to plead with her.<br /><br /><br />'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'.<br />Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.<br />Now, you are going back on your words.. Was it not you who told me the<br />story of King Hari shchandra, and its moral that we should honor our<br />promises no matter what?'<br /><br /><br />It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'<br /><br /><br />'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.<br /><br /><br />'No. If we go back on ourpromises, she will never learn to honour her<br />own.. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'<br /><br /><br />With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes<br />looked big and beautiful.<br /><br /><br />On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to<br />watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned<br />around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted<br />from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me<br />was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I<br />thought.<br /><br /><br />'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing<br />herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is<br />walking along with your daughter is my son Hari sh. He is suffering<br />from... leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. ' Hari sh could not<br />attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his<br />hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come<br />back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the<br />schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she<br />will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would<br />sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your<br />wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'<br /><br /><br />I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are<br />teaching me how selfless real love is!'<br /></div>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-53108813441671762412009-12-03T01:32:00.001-08:002010-11-22T18:29:52.074-08:00Why do u need a wrist watch?<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Young Man:</span> Sir, may I know the time, please?<br />Old Man: Certainly not.<br /><br />Young Man: Sir, but why? What are you going to lose,if<br />You tell me the time?<br /><br />Old Man: Yes, I may lose something if I tell you the time.<br />Young Man: But Sir, can you tell me how?<br /><br />Old Man : See, if I tell you the time you will definitely thank me and may be tomorrow again you will ask me the time.<br />Young Man: Quite possible.<br /><br /><br />Old Man: May be we meet two three times more and you will ask my name and address.<br />Young Man: Quite possible.<br /><br />Old Man: One day you may come to my house saying you were just passing by and came into wish me. Then as a courtsey, I will offer you a cup of tea. After my courteous approach you will try to come again.This time you will appreciate tea and ask who has made it.?<br />Young Man: Possible<br /><br />Old Man: Then I will tell you that my daughter has and I will then have to introduce my young and pretty daughter to you & you will admire my daughter.<br />Young Man: Smiles. ;)<br /><br />Old Man: Now onwards you will try to meet my daughter again and again. You will offer her to go out for a movie together and a date with you.<br />Young Man: Smiles<br /><br />Old Man: My daughter may start liking you and start waiting for you. After meeting regularly you will fall in love with her and propose her for marriage.<br />Young Man: Smiles<br /><br />Old Man: One day both of you will come to me and tell me about your love and ask for my permission.<br />Young Man: Oh Yes! And smiles<br /><br />Old Man: (Angrily) Young man, I will never marry my daughter to a person like you who does not even own a watch.Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-10713792735764846992009-11-07T21:23:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:29:52.120-08:00Breakfast at McDonald'sI read this story somewhere and i felt like sharing it with every.<br />Go ahead Share the good word!<br /><br />This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):<br /><br /><br />I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.<br /><br />The last class I had to take was Sociology.<br /><br /><br />The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.<br /><br /><br />Her last project of the term was called, "Smile."<br /><br /><br />The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.<br /><br /><br />I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake,<br />literally.<br /><br /><br />Soon aft er we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.<br /><br /><br />It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.<br /><br /><br />We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.<br /><br /><br />I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.<br /><br /><br />As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor, homeless men.<br /><br /><br />As I looked down at the short gentleman close to me, he was "smiling".<br /><br /><br />His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.<br /><br /><br />He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.<br /><br /><br />The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend I real ized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.<br /><br /><br />I held my tears as I stood there with them.<br /><br /><br />The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.<br /><br /><br />He said, "Coffee is all, Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).<br /><br /><br />Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.<br /><br /><br />That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.<br /><br /><br />I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.<br /><br /><br />I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman n's cold hand.<br /><br /><br />He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."<br /><br /><br />I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you God is here working through me to give you hope."<br /><br /><br />I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope."<br /><br /><br />We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.<br /><br /><br />We are not church goers, but we are believers.<br /><br /><br />That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.<br /><br /><br />I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.<br /><br /><br />I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.<br /><br /><br />Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"<br /><br /><br />I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.<br /><br /><br />She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.<br /><br /><br />In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's , my son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.<br /><br /><br />I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:<br /><b><br />UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.</b><br /><br /><br />Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to:<br /><b><br />LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.</b><br /><br /><b><i>God gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest. </i></b>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-83657647686124614132009-06-14T09:52:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.152-08:00Is death the end?She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'<br />The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'<br /><br />Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'<br /><br />The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'<br /><br />Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.<br /><br />The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom..' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else Always wanting to help others if he could.'<br /><br />Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.<br /><br />The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house.. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.<br /><br />She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.<br /><br />It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:<br /><br />'Dear Mom,<br /><br />I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'.. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again... Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.<br />Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures... Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, t o tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children..<br /><br />Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you.. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.<br /><br />Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God c ouldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me... The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?<br /><br />Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-35645862774017185172009-06-13T22:09:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.181-08:00Installing Love<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;">Tech Support:</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Yes, ... how can I help you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Well , after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: What programs are running ?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, 'Error - Program not run on external components.' What should I do? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: So, what should I do?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Okay, done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: Now, copy them to the 'My Heart' directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet... They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Customer: Thank you, </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;">God</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">. </span>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-34619719007799575572009-06-12T04:09:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.201-08:00Do u Acknowledge?I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.<br /><br />My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, 'This Is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to GOD said in prayer are Received.'<br /><br />I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.<br /><br />Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.<br /><br />The angel then said to me, 'This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them.'<br /><br />I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth<br /><br />Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the Door of a very small station To my great surprise, only one angel was Seated there, idly doing nothing. 'This is the Acknowledgment Section,' My angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed 'How Is it that there is no work going on here?' I asked.<br /><br />'So sad,' the angel sighed. 'After people receive the blessings that they asked For, very few send back acknowledgments ..'<br /><br />'How does one acknowledge GOD's blessings?' I asked.<br /><br />'Simple,' the angel answered. Just say, 'Thank you, GOD.'<br /><br />'What blessings should they acknowledge?' I asked.<br /><br />'If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy .'<br /><br />'And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.'<br /><br />Also .......<br /><br />' If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day .'<br /><br />'If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ..... You are ahead of 700 million people in the world.'<br /><br />'If you can attend a Place of Worship without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people<br /><br />In the world .'<br /><br />'If your parents are still alive and still married ...you are very rare ..'<br /><br />'If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair.'<br /><br />Ok, what now? How can I start?<br /><br />If you can read this , you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.<br /><br />Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">ATTN:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Acknowledge Dept.: 'Thank you GOD, for giving me the ability to share this message and for giving me so many wonderful people to share</span>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-3643712931062796832009-06-10T11:27:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.218-08:00WHO I AM MAKES A DIFFERENCE<span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"><img style="width: 442px; 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height: 295px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=f1434cf583&view=att&th=11c0efe21cd66e09&attid=0.1.0.1.29&disp=emb&zw" border="0" /></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"><img style="width: 442px; height: 296px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=f1434cf583&view=att&th=11c0efe21cd66e09&attid=0.1.0.1.30&disp=emb&zw" border="0" /></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"><img style="width: 442px; height: 294px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=f1434cf583&view=att&th=11c0efe21cd66e09&attid=0.1.0.1.31&disp=emb&zw" border="0" /></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"><img style="width: 441px; height: 151px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=f1434cf583&view=att&th=11c0efe21cd66e09&attid=0.1.0.1.33&disp=emb&zw" border="0" /></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"><img style="width: 441px; height: 115px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=f1434cf583&view=att&th=11c0efe21cd66e09&attid=0.1.0.1.34&disp=emb&zw" border="0" /></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"><img style="width: 440px; height: 136px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=f1434cf583&view=att&th=11c0efe21cd66e09&attid=0.1.0.1.35&disp=emb&zw" border="0" /></span></span></p>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-62302268117638645032009-06-09T01:51:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.239-08:00Law on arresting a woman :<p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;">An incident took place in Hyderabad - a young girl was attacked by a man posing as a plain clothes officer; he asked her 2 come 2 the police station when she & her male friend didn't have a driver's license 2 show. He sent the boy off 2 get his license and asked the girl to accompany him to the police station. Took her instead to an isolated area where the horrendous crime was committed. </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;">The law [which most of us are not aware of] clearly states that between 6 pm and 6 am (from sunset until sunrise), a woman has the right to REFUSE to go to the Police Station , even if an arrest warrant has been issued against her. It is a procedural issue that a woman can be arrested between 6pm and 6am, if and ONLY iff she is arrested by a woman officer & taken to an ALL WOMEN police station.. And if she is arrested by a male officer, it has to be proven that a woman officer was on duty at the time of arrest. </p>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-19565380550068755692008-08-29T07:47:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.260-08:00Have faith in GOD?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. <br />He asks one of his new students to stand and..... </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">So you believe in God? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Absolutely, sir. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">: Is God good? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Sure. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof: <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; ">Is God all-powerful? </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">: Yes.. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof: <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; ">My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.</span></span> <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; ">Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm? (Student is silent.) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Is Satan good? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">: No. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Where does Satan come from? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">From....God... </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof: <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; ">That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world? </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof: <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; ">Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct? </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof: <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; ">So who created evil? (Student does not answer.) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student: </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes, sir. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">So, who created them? (Student has no answer.) </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">seen God? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student: </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">No, sir. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Tell us if you have ever heard your God? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">No, sir. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yet you still believe in Him? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Nothing. I only have my faith. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Professor, is there such a thing as heat? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student: </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">And is there such a thing as cold? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">No sir. There isn't. (The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.) </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat.. <br />But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can'tgo any further after that. </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; ">There is no such thing as cold</span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; "> . </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; ">Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">. </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; ">We cannot measure cold. </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; ">Heat is energy</span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; "> <span style="color:red;"><span style="color: red; "> Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, </span></span><span style="color:fuchsia;"><span style="color: fuchsia; ">just the absence of it </span></span><span style="color:red;"><span style="color: red; ">. </span></span><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; ">(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.) </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student :</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">You're wrong again, sir.. </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; ">Darkness is the absence of something. <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: blue; ">You can have low light, normal light, bright <br />light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In <br />reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you? </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">So what is the point you are making, young man? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Flawed? Can you explain how? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is<br />not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student: </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir? (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.) </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.) </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain? (The class breaks out into laughter.) </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir? (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.) </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "><br />Prof:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; "><br />Student:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">That is it sir... </span></span><b><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#813f62;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(129, 63, 98); font-weight: bold; ">The link between man & god is FAITH </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; ">. That is all that keeps things moving & alive. </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; "><br />this is a true story, and the </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "><br /></span></span><b><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold; "><br />student was none other than...........</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;color:navy;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; "><br />...</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:navy;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; "><br />.</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:navy;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; "><br />.</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:navy;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; "><br />..</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; "> </span></span><b><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold; ">APJ Abdul Kalam</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:6;"><span style="font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold; ">, </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; ">the former president of India </span></span></span>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-65004622575242754712008-06-15T11:15:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.304-08:00Secrets of LOVE<span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Thought</strong> -Love begins with our thoughts. We become what we think about. Loving thoughts create loving experiences and loving relationships. Affirmations can change our beliefs and thoughts about others and ourselves. If we want to love someone, we need to consider their needs and desires. Thinking about your ideal partner will help you recognize her when you meet her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Respect -</strong>You cannot love anyone or anything unless you first respect them. The first person you need to respect is yourself. To begin to gain self-respect asks yourself, "What do I respect about myself?" To gain respect for others, even those you may dislike, ask yourself "What do I respect about them?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Giving -</strong>If you want to receive love, all you have to do is give it! The more love you give, the more you will receive. To love is to give of yourself freely and unconditionally. Practice random acts of kindness. Before committing to a relationship ask not what the other person will be able to give to you, but rather what will you be able to give them. The secret formula of a happy, lifelong, loving relationship is to always focus on what you can give instead of what you can take.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Friendship -</strong>To find a true love, you must first find a true friend. Love does not consist of gazing into each other’s eyes, but rather looking outward together in the same direction. To love someone completely you must love them for who they are, not what they look like. Friendship is the soil through which love’s seeds grow. If you want to bring love into a relationship, you must first bring friendship.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Touch -</strong>Touch is one of the most powerful expressions of love, breaking down barriers and bonding relationships. Touch changes our physical and emotional states and makes us more receptive to love.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Letting Go -</strong>If you love something, let it free. If it comes back to you it’s yours, if it doesn’t, it never was. Even in a loving relationship, people need their own space. If we want to learn to love, we must first learn to forgive and let go of past hurts and grievances. Love means letting go of our fears, prejudices, egos and conditions. "Today I let go of all my fears, the past has no power over me - today is the beginning of a new life."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Communication -</strong>When we learn to communicate openly and honestly, life changes. To love someone is to communicate with them. Let the people you love know that you love them and appreciate them. Never be afraid to say those three magic words: "I Love you." Never let an opportunity pass to praise someone. Always leave someone you love with a loving word - it could be the last time you see them. If you were about to die but could make telephone calls to the people you loved, who would you call, what would you say and.. Why are you waiting?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Commitment -</strong>If you want to have love in abundance, you must be committed to it, and that commitment will be reflected in your thoughts and actions. Commitment is the true test of love. If you want to have loving relationships, you must be committed to loving relationships. When you are committed to someone or something, quitting is never an option. Commitment distinguishes a fragile relationship from a strong one.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Passion -</strong>Passion ignites love and keeps it alive. Lasting passion does not come through physical attraction alone; it comes from deep commitment, enthusiasm, interest and excitement. Passion can be recreated by recreating past experiences when you felt passionate. Spontaneity and surprises produce passion. The essence of love and happiness are the same; all we need to do is to live each day with passion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>The Power Of Trust -</strong>Trust is essential in all loving relationships. Without it one person becomes suspicious, anxious and fearful and the other person feels wrapped and emotionally suffocated. You cannot love someone completely unless you trust them completely. Act as if your relationship with the person you love will never end. One of the ways you can tell whether a person is right for you is to ask yourself, "Do I trust them completely and unreservedly? " If the answer is "no", think carefully before making a commitment</span></p>Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-30494170258789444962007-05-29T08:42:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.343-08:00IN THE LINE OF FIRE...Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do.<br /><br />He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use. "Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop. Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car. "You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized." "Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look.<br /><br />He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass. "You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside." Vivek smiled deprecatingly.<br /><br />Naivety demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."<br /><br />"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply. This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came into his so far affable, persuasive tone. "Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in.Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."<br /><br />He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point. "Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrency; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understandthe complexity in designing and coding such a system?"<br /><br />The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination. "You design and code such things." "I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the Project Manager," "Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."<br /><br />It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan. The man had to be given a feel of the heat. "Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end always changing his requirements, the user wanting something else and your boss always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."<br /><br />Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth. "My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the line of fire."<br /><br />The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek. "I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time. "There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive." "You are a..."<br /><br />"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a land assignment. But tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety.""But my captain refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded.""His own personal safety came last, always and every time. He was killed as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now, as I stand guard I can see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire." <br /><br />Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a word document in the presence of a man for whom valour and duty was a daily part of life; a valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes. The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight. "It was nice meeting you sir."<br /><br />Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly as if by impulse,he stood at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country. PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and his various other acts of bravery he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra the nation's highest military award. Live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn!<br /><br />Winners are too busy to be sad...<br />too positive to be doubtful ... <br />too optimistic to be fearful and<br />too determined to be defeated ...!!!Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496250656842247951.post-4285702596773633392007-05-28T10:41:00.000-07:002010-11-22T18:29:52.379-08:00R u BUSY?Satan called a worldwide convention of demons.<br />><br />> In his opening address he said,<br />><br />> "We can't keep people from going to pray."<br />><br />> "We can't keep them from reading their holy books and knowing the truth."<br />><br />> "We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their<br />> GOD."<br />><br />> "Once they gain that connection with GOD, our power over them is broken."<br />><br />> "So let them go to their prayers; let them have their covered dish<br />> dinners,<br />> BUT steal their time, so they don't have time to develop a relationship<br />> with GOD.."<br />><br />> "This is what I want you to do," said the devil:<br />><br />> "Distract them from gaining hold of their GOD and maintaining that vital<br />> connection throughout their day!"<br />><br />> "How shall we do this?" his demons shouted.<br />><br />> "Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life and invent innumerable<br />> schemes to occupy their minds," he answered.<br />><br />> "Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow."<br />><br />> "Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work<br />> 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty<br />> lifestyles."<br />><br />> "Keep them from spending time with their children."<br />><br />> "As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape from<br />> the pressures of work!"<br />><br />> "Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small<br />> voice."<br />><br />> "Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive." To<br />> keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see<br />> to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical<br />> music<br />> constantly."<br />><br />> "This will jam their minds and break that union with God."<br />><br />> "Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers."<br />> "Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day."<br />><br />> "Invade their driving moments with billboards."<br />><br />> "Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes,<br />> and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products,<br />> services and false hopes.."<br />><br />> "Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands<br />> will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll become<br />> dissatisfied with their wives. "<br />><br />> "Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night."<br />><br />> "Give them headaches too! "<br />><br />> "If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to<br />> look elsewhere."<br />><br />> "That will fragment their families quickly!"<br />><br />> "Give them disatractions to distract them from teaching their children the<br />> real meaning of life."<br />><br />> "Even in their recreation, let them be excessive."<br />><br />> "Have them return from their recreation exhausted."<br />><br />> "Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect on God's creation.<br />> Send<br />> them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies<br />> instead."<br />><br />> "Keep them busy, busy, busy!"<br />><br />> "And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and<br />> small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences."<br />><br />> "Crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek<br />> power<br />> from GOD."<br />><br />> "Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health<br />> and family for the good of the cause."<br />><br />> "It will work!"<br />><br />> "It will work!"<br />><br />> It was quite a plan!<br />><br />> The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing people everywhere to<br />> get busier and more rushed, going here and there.<br />><br />> Having little time for their God or their families.<br />><br />> Having no time to tell others about the power of GOD to change lives.<br />><br />> I guess the question is, has the devil been successful in his schemes?<br />><br />> You be the judge!!!!!<br />><br />> Does "BUSY" mean: B -eing U-nder S-atan's Y-oke?Frozen Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058099689143405305noreply@blogger.com0