<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815</id><updated>2011-07-26T08:38:26.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>transitions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113534557282744066</id><published>2005-12-23T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:16:12.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bhakti Vs Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THIS IS A REAL LIFE EXPERINCE WHICH I WANNA SHARE, WHICH HAPPENED IN TULZAPUR and I WAS THERE WITH MY FAMILY N MY COSUIN WHO GOT MARRIED DAY BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; HERE WE GO.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TULZAPUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Situated in Maharashtra which is few km's from solapur. The holy shrine is hugely famous for it's FEEL BHAKTI FACTOR. AMBA BHAVANI being a KUL DEVTA for most of maharashtrians on friday's n weekends people all over from north specially from pune n mum flow here and the places turns red on these days(not joking at all !!! ) as a ritual followed oil n red kumkum are mixed and are used as a holy oil which spills over all the place n Makes all roads RED n greasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As our traditions demand, newly wed couples are supposed to visit TULZAPUR, So following the tradition, I had gone with whole family with my cousin n his wife, who is newly wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lemme give you an outlook of why exactly why we go to tulzapur n what we do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First of all it's a compulsory ritual for our family coz we are KULKARNI'S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Secondly we go inside the temple, take ashirwad of poojari n come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Outside the GARBHA GUDI and there's one more ritual which is called GONDHAL, which is performed for nearly 2hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had been to Tulzapur a year back, but this time it was special, because I experienced lots of changes in the place n also huge changes in how Businesses were taking shape...n it was surprising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The procedure before we meet amba bhavani -: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tring Tring phone rings, n lady picks up n says kaun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My uncle says I'm Mr.Kulkarni from Gulbarga, can I speak to Mr. Devgoankar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Devgoankar comes on phone, hello.... Me dev bolte, Namaskar My uncle says Namaskar, we are 20 people we will be there t 12.30pm Afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Devgoankar: fine no problem, I'll arrange everything, u can come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                        ---------- Mr. Devgoankar ----------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One of those 100's of poojaris who fill their pockets by arranging and helping people like us who come to see Devi maa, so that we can get a quick DARSHAN of amba bhavani which is in garbha gudi, which otherwise takes at least 3 hrs in a really loooooooooooong queue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They'll get us a backdoor entry, which is common, now a day in everything. And the result you get a really close n long glimpse of Devi Ma's idol, which can never happen when you follow a open door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Entry. You literally wont have even 2 sec's to get a glimpse of devil ma because there are 100 others who are waiting for the same glimpse for 2 sec's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First mission is accomplished; move on to GONDHALI, which is supposed to take 2 hrs is done in 15 min's, u know even the procedures are tailor made (in TEMPLE), u want it n you get it, just like that! All because of growing number of bhaktadi's who dont have time but have lots of BHAKTHI in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After his quick flick of drama, now the real one starts off that's the PANCHA PAKVAN food, which consists of POLI which is a major contributor n most important to god as well. The food is prepapred by wife of same poojari who was with us from the time we stepped inside the temple n till we reach his home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is not compromised on quality because it's first presented to Devi ma n then to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are no words to describe how efficiently n neatly they prepapre n present the food to GOD n to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have mastered the art of prparing exact amount of food needed for 20 people (in case of our family) n believe me r not, there's not even single grain of rice which is wasted, they are perfectionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So by all this experience I can only say that where there is lots of BHAKTI ther’s also Bussiness in full fledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113534557282744066?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113534557282744066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113534557282744066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113534557282744066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113534557282744066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/bhakti-vs-business.html' title='Bhakti Vs Business'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113525120773883670</id><published>2005-12-22T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:18:07.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>** MOONLIGHT DAYS **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/1600/loveyousstrish.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/320/loveyousstrish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The days roll on, the years pass on, someday,sometime at some place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I feel the freeze, for that one cool breeze, when i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Look for a heart, heart which understands me, corrects me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Catches my frequency,senses my deliquency, urgency.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Though i have not seen her , still i think of her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;The way she walks, the way she talks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel that fountains are dancing for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel that life is full of love for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Though i have not met her, still i dream of her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;The gestures she makes, the eyes she sparkles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel that nature is singing gingles, singles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel that we are woven together, got to go further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Though i have not known her, still i pledge to live with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;The touch she makes, the smile she cakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel that  sunshine is smiling, &amp; the moon is giggling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel that the day is juicy, which is so cozy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Without her the life is arrested, without her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel the nightmares, running in front, which really scares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;So hey my fragrance of life, without u life feels like cutting with knife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Come on. Dissolve in me, disguise in me, fall in love with me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113525120773883670?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113525120773883670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113525120773883670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113525120773883670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113525120773883670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/moonlight-days.html' title='** MOONLIGHT DAYS **'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113447760986761367</id><published>2005-12-13T18:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:10:09.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>H O P E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/1600/Hope%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/320/Hope%201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I Look Around The World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I Find People Laughing, Living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I Look Around The World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I Find Pain, Vain, I Find Prisoners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Prisoners, Prisoned By Circumstances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Situations Which Has No Dimensions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We Splash Our Eyes &amp; Drift Away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But Who's Gonna Care Them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Poverty, Ignorance, Child Abuse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These Are The Gates Of That Prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once Entered Can't Dream Of Getting Out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Help Them ! Make The Difference, Bring In Cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We All Are Born To Our Parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But Why Some Leave Their Children Alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why They Get Drowned On The Streets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why Can't They Breathe As We Breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who's Responsible? Who's The Care Taker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who Gonna Free Them From The Prison?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who Gonna Teach Them To Fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who Gonna Say Them...I'm There For You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not God! But We Should...Support Them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take Care Of Them...Give Them The Rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right To Breathe, Right To Be Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If Not Atleast We Can Give Them A Hope To Live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's Make This Prison A Kingdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In Which...Love Rules, Hope Protects,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Show Them A Ray Of Hope, Light Of Knowledge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bundle Of Dreams, Give Them A Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113447760986761367?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113447760986761367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113447760986761367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113447760986761367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113447760986761367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/h-o-p-e.html' title='H O P E'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113413906224323916</id><published>2005-12-09T19:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:23:07.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life n Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  class="post-title" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Life n Surprises        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                           &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmmm.....Recovering from old stuck sin was painful, but it was surprising to know that; in life when u think too much about somethin u'll never get a solution &amp; when u never think at all there u Go !!! the solution is right in front of u.&lt;br /&gt;Well...i know you must have started thinking , is this guy started writing on 10 BEST THINGS TO DO IN LIFE ???? Naaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just happened to me, last week i was on a 1 week illegal Holiday which i took &amp;amp; towards the end of the week i started thinking, wht reason shud i say to my Team Leader??? I was goin bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;Finally i said to myself, Harsha...u can do it, n i called up my TL &amp; said sorry that i didn't inform him n the reason which i came out from me was toooo senti, emotional ( I cant say the reason here) , but i was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;TL asked me to bring the reports of my OPERATION which was held in HYDERABAD ( Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig LIE isin't ;-) ), there I was blown completely....wat to do now? from where the hell i'll bring the reports which doesnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;My thinking went till resigning the job to get out of this trouble....BUT&lt;br /&gt;i thought, lemme c wat happens if i show up n then we will c the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came, i went to office, I was treated as if I was a new born baby, coz u know i went thru OPERATION yaar....n i was asked to relax, not to take too much of stress...yahh yahh i was enjoying every moment of that &amp; u know somethin??? Im a damn good actor( self-Discoverd Talent) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now !!!!!!!!!!!!! Climax......my TL came walking towards me n my mind was flashing thousand questions, situations n also few +ve thoughts as well( which were tooo Wicked, one of them to shoot my TL if he dares to talk to me about the reports).&lt;br /&gt;He came, sat n asked me, tell me hw's ur health? (Again an actor woke up n wat an acting yaar.....) I said, im fine now, slowly recovering.&lt;br /&gt;That's it, no questions about reports, for a moment I was shocked, excited, enthralled, blank, dumb, silly n HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next moment, a news took my breaths away n that was my TL was quitting the job, that gave me a sigh of relief but again, i felt bad about myself, my stupidness n felt guilty for the lie, but cant help...LIFE, is full of surprises !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was his last working day &amp;amp; for my  LIE as well,  &amp; we had gone to restruant for lunch &amp;amp; i still feel guilty for my fault, anyways life has to go on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this Happening : IM A PRETTY COOL ACTOR ( Ha ha ha ha ha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113413906224323916?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113413906224323916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113413906224323916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113413906224323916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113413906224323916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-n-surprises.html' title='Life n Surprises'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113360893322910208</id><published>2005-12-03T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:17:20.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LoVe To Me ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ An Eternal Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LoVe To Me...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102); FONT-FAMILY: webdings"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is the most fulfilling experience I have ever had (work comes right behind it). I grew into a better person. They say, love is blind. Why judge love? Love is just another emotion, however different it might be. Its the expectation that brings despair and pain. Its not love that does so. If I have some expectations out of the person I love, that makes my love conditional. And conditional love, sooner or later, does bring pain because those expectations could change with time or the person I love might not be able to come upto my expectations. Unconditional true love can never leave a wound, it might hurt a little from time to time but that is different from the pain I am talking about. Its extremely hard to grow so high and go beyond the layer of expectations. Beyond that layer, its just beautiful, pure and the most pious thing ever, much more than the holy books we mug up. How I wish that were possible among all of us! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love is unfortunately misunderstood as the feeling a person gets when in company of the person one thinks one loves e.g. he makes me feel like the prettiest woman on earth, she can go to any length for me, i feel comfortable in his/her presence. In all these instances, its not about the other person, its about myself, its about I. But Love is not at all about I/myself. Its only about the other person. Whoever finds love beautiful has experienced this stage. The reason being that its selfless, you go beyond yourself, you do something for the other person without thinking about it. Whenever one does things for others without expectation, without fear of results, one touches this height called love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always see me fighting with queries i try to ask me several things and i end up getting confused .. this crossed me today when i was chatting with a dear friend of mine babur and we were discussing abt the age factor .. shuld really a guy be older to a girl ???? i gave him an example i saw on newspaper some time back where a lady who is double of the age of the guy got married and became a victum of ur society she got imprisoned cause she was in love with a minor... does it matter who u love when u really are in love.. isnt it just a mental block wht we have created ,... why shuld a girl be young ??? how does it make a difference??? is mental matching not important??? is satisfaction of soul of one valuing others feeling play no role????.. is it just the age and the status wht matters??? when i look at me i see me again in the same circle am i not a part of it .. dont i at times think of such things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times i want to blind fold me to this world what is full of so not satisfying arrguments...&lt;br /&gt;i wish this never ending customes barriers and mind blocks come to a hault and we open our hearts to a new us a new world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113360893322910208?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113360893322910208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113360893322910208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113360893322910208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113360893322910208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-to-me-eternal-emotion.html' title='LoVe To Me ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ An Eternal Emotion'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113334695414645766</id><published>2005-11-30T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:27:26.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>? ?  ?  ?  ?  ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/1600/sad%20contest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/400/sad%20contest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dont know wat's happening with me today, im trying to be happy, but i feel there is huge wall of some sadness which is making me go blank. I want to breakfree, to a world which i always belonged to, which is mine, is it mood swings or changing situations ??? god knows the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one thing is sure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;IM SAD :-(..............which i dont like to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113334695414645766?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113334695414645766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113334695414645766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113334695414645766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113334695414645766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='? ?  ?  ?  ?  ?'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113326008045086765</id><published>2005-11-29T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:14:16.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Installing LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/1600/1922545_fd81eee605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/320/1922545_fd81eee605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A call comes through on the customer service line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer Service Rep: Yes, Ma'am, how can I help you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Can you guide me through the process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: Yes, I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;install now. What do I do first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;HEART ma'am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Yes I have, but there are several other programs running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;right now. Is it okay to install while they are running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: What programs are running ma'am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Let's see, I have PAST-HURT.EXE, LOW-ESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;and RESENTMENT.COM running right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: No problem. LOVE will gradually erase PAST-HURT.EXE from your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;overwrite LOW-ESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGH- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;installed. Can you turn those off ma'am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;have been completely erased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Okay, done. LOVE has started installing itself automatically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Is that normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: Yes. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Yes I do. Is it completely installed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;to begin connecting to other Heart's in order to get the upgrades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Oops. I have an error message already. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: What does the message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: It says "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;What does that mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: Don't worry ma'am, that's a common problem. It means that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;but in non-technical terms it means you have to "LOVE" your own machine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;before it can "LOVE" others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: So what should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: Can you pull down the directory called "SELF-ACCEPTANCE"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Yes, I have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: Excellent. You're getting good at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: You're welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;to the "MYHEART" directory: FORGIVE-SELF.DOC, REALIZE-WORTH.TXT, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ACKNOWLEDGE-LIMITATIONS.DOC.  The system will overwrite any conflicting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;files and begin patching any programming. Also, you need to delete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;SELF-CRITIC.EXE from all directories, and to make sure it is completely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;gone and never comes back, you will need to empty your recycle bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with new files. SMILE.MPG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that PEACE.EXE , and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART. Is this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;C Rep: Sometimes. For others it takes a while, but eventually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;everything gets downloaded at the proper time. So, LOVE is installed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;before I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;they will return some similarly cool modules back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer: I will. Thanks for your help. By the way, what's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CS Rep: You can call me the Divine Cardiologist, also known as The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Great Physician. Most people feel all they need is an annual checkup to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;stay heart-healthy, but the manufacturer suggests a schedule of daily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;maintenance for maximum efficiency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Give a little love away .... keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113326008045086765?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113326008045086765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113326008045086765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113326008045086765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113326008045086765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/installing-love.html' title='Installing LOVE'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113317524053635102</id><published>2005-11-28T16:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:16:31.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>* * * * * * * * * *  LoVe   * * * * * * * * * *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/1600/love%20is%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/400/love%20is%20you.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love hurts, but friendship hurts more when lost through love...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t mean it when I said&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t love you so&lt;br /&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;br /&gt;I never should have let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I didn`t know nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid, I was foolish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I was lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;I couldn`t have fathomed&lt;br /&gt;I would ever be without your love&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined I`d be sitting&lt;br /&gt;Here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didn`t know you&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didn`t know me&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;I never felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It`s still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/1600/love-screensaver_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/400/love-screensaver_1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The line i've mentioned above is true to my deepest of heart. Everyone has friends but few friends blend into each other so much that they are feel like they are one. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;They were friends but not now, they are something special to each other, Something extra special !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Love... we think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it. When we don't have it, we search for it; when we discover it, we don't know what to do with it; when we have it, we fear losing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dil goes Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........ummmmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As a love-bitten charming sweet boy even i've experienced the same magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So lemme tell you what is the heavenly, blissful &amp; eternal LoVe is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;According to me, Love has many terms and definitions and expressions. Love, hoever, has the capability of being the most complex of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;One can exhaust or become exhausted by the number of emotions as well as expressions surrounding love.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;There are many forms love can be , there is the love of self, love of our children, our spouses and partners, cherished friends, parents and relatives. There is the love of our animals, work, nature, life and God.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;One fine day we fall into love &amp;amp; in the next we go through love, experiencing the ecstasy and the dream, the next we are forsaken through desertion, absence, loneliness, betrayal, or death. We are also capable of losing faith or trust in love. We compromise our own love of self through unforgiving acts. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I’ve a question for all…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Where is the place that occupies the space where that love has gone?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Due to societal restrictions regarding love, we hold ourselves from it’s full expression, love becomes possessive, exclusive, jealous, angry, and often turns to its opposite… hatred. Egos get in the way. Agreements are broken and expectations aren’t met. Marriages fall apart statistically in increasing numbers and relationships are born and die. Friends become enemies and families stop speaking to one another. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Is there a solution to making love last???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are blinded by life’s illusions which have nothing to do with true love. When we come to know Love’s truth, however, we become prepared to live in the present moment with love. While cherishing one’s love moment to moment, we are incapable of wasting love, nor regretting we have loved. We also realize love, like life, is a changeling. It grows, expands, and flows, like our Eternal Self. Love and life are one and the same, ever-changing within our everlasting. Human barriers fall and the power that Infinite love generates is held for eternity by the Presence of Divine Love.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113317524053635102?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113317524053635102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113317524053635102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113317524053635102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113317524053635102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/love.html' title='* * * * * * * * * *  LoVe   * * * * * * * * * *'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19331815.post-113301964031534322</id><published>2005-11-26T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:02:49.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Introduction To LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/1600/How%20to%20Save%20the%20World%20and%20Find%20True%20Love-769204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6601/1769/400/How%20to%20Save%20the%20World%20and%20Find%20True%20Love-769204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;        &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" name="113301833100235166"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is love anyway? why does it hurt so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being single has been clearly uncomplicated. things are much easier... u dont have to spend your time waiting... always wanting to spend time with one you think you love so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;is it worth the wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19331815-113301964031534322?l=transitions-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113301964031534322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19331815&amp;postID=113301964031534322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113301964031534322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19331815/posts/default/113301964031534322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-of-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/introduction-to-love.html' title='Introduction To LOVE'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01259965479540859044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
