<?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-6667829921798200978</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:26:58.508+05:30</updated><category term='In Pics'/><category term='HUMOUR'/><category term='GENERAL'/><category term='Greetings'/><category term='PRAVSWORLD'/><category term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>peddiniz</title><subtitle type='html'>Only as high as I reach can I grow,
Only as far as I seek can I go,
Only as deep as I look can I see,
Only as much as I dream can I be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-6121110959757579780</id><published>2010-03-16T02:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:03:01.124+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Pics'/><title type='text'>Happy Ugadi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/S56ZPsO4GoI/AAAAAAAABw8/qeDfDxmVzBo/s1600-h/ugadi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/S56ZPsO4GoI/AAAAAAAABw8/qeDfDxmVzBo/s640/ugadi.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-6121110959757579780?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/6121110959757579780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=6121110959757579780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6121110959757579780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6121110959757579780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-ugadi.html' title='Happy Ugadi..'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/S56ZPsO4GoI/AAAAAAAABw8/qeDfDxmVzBo/s72-c/ugadi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-2457396718054160923</id><published>2010-03-12T19:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:52:55.283+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Pics'/><title type='text'>Late-working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/S5pOFvjddFI/AAAAAAAABwg/doYY0280xac/s1600-h/late-working.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/S5pOFvjddFI/AAAAAAAABwg/doYY0280xac/s640/late-working.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2457396718054160923?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2457396718054160923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2457396718054160923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2457396718054160923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2457396718054160923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2010/03/late-working.html' title='Late-working'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/S5pOFvjddFI/AAAAAAAABwg/doYY0280xac/s72-c/late-working.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-7354418204062657576</id><published>2009-03-02T12:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:25:44.918+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A saint asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally he explained,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;MORAL: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6667829921798200978-7354418204062657576?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7354418204062657576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=7354418204062657576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7354418204062657576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7354418204062657576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2009/03/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-6258455755329703309</id><published>2009-02-14T11:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:15:26.228+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ee; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY&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/6667829921798200978-6258455755329703309?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/6258455755329703309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=6258455755329703309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6258455755329703309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6258455755329703309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8744496880606122460</id><published>2009-02-12T13:53:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:56:11.318+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Performance and Position</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A Priest dies &amp;amp; is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates.Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark sun glasses,a loud shirt, leather jacket &amp;amp; jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God asks him: Please tell me who are you, so that I may know whether&amp;nbsp;to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The guy replies: I am Pandi, Auto driver from Chennai! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God consults his ledger, smiles &amp;amp; says to Pandi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Please take this silken robe &amp;amp; gold scarf &amp;amp; enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now it is the priest's turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice:I am Pope's Assistant so &amp;amp; so, Head Priest of the so &amp;amp; so Church for the last 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God consults his ledger &amp;amp; says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul mouthed, rash&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe &amp;amp; a Golden scarf and me,&amp;nbsp;a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name &amp;amp; goodness&amp;nbsp;has to make do with a Cotton robe?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Results my friend, results,' shrugs God.&amp;nbsp;'While you preached, people SLEPT;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's PERFORMANCE &amp;amp; not POSITION that ultimately counts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8744496880606122460?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8744496880606122460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8744496880606122460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8744496880606122460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8744496880606122460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2009/02/performance-and-position.html' title='Performance and Position'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-401577685915215735</id><published>2009-02-12T13:21:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:23:21.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Domain knowledge</title><content type='html'>A Girl was telling the story to her IT friends and trying to explain the Importance of domain knowledge....&lt;br /&gt;One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me and my brother who is four years older than I am. I was maybe 3 and half years old and had just recovered from an accident in which my arm had been broken among other injuries. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news and my brother was playing nearby in the living room when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home. &lt;br /&gt;My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of&amp;nbsp; tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!!'&amp;nbsp; My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of&amp;nbsp; tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up, then she says to him, 'Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet??'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;....Mothers know!!&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY :&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domain knowledge is very important!!! Else your supplier will trick you......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-401577685915215735?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/401577685915215735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=401577685915215735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/401577685915215735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/401577685915215735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2009/02/domain-knowledge.html' title='Domain knowledge'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-2668886897931743650</id><published>2008-12-16T16:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:53:48.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>What more waiting!!! Take the ticket!! Go home!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;An elderly man in Mumbai calls his son in New York and says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;'I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your mother a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;nd I are getting a divorce; 35 years of marriage... and that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;misery is enough!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Dad, what are you talking about?' the son screams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;'We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,' the old man says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;'We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;call your sister in Hong Kong and tell her!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Like heck they're getting divorced,' she shouts, 'I'll take care of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;this.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She calls Mumbai immediately, and screams at the old man, 'You are not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then , don't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;a thing, DO YOU HEAR??' and she hangs up. The old man hangs up his phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;and turns to his wife. 'Okay', he says, 'It's all set. They're both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;coming for Diwali and paying their own airfare!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;MORAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;No man / woman is busy in this world all 365 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The sky is not going to fall down if you take few days LEAVE and meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;your dear ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OFFICE WORK IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE and MONEY MAKING IS NOT EVERYTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;IN LIFE. AFTER ALL WE WORK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S DREAM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No more waiting!!! Take the ticket!! Go home!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"There is only one happiness in life,To Love and be Loved"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2668886897931743650?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2668886897931743650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2668886897931743650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2668886897931743650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2668886897931743650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-more-waiting-take-ticket-go-home.html' title='What more waiting!!! Take the ticket!! Go home!!!!'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-4499197582514813929</id><published>2008-12-16T16:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:46:40.998+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Don't be serious, be sincere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Excerpt from the Speech given by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Don't be serious, be sincere&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/6667829921798200978-4499197582514813929?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/4499197582514813929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=4499197582514813929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4499197582514813929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4499197582514813929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-be-serious-be-sincere.html' title='Don&apos;t be serious, be sincere'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-1402535937580063058</id><published>2008-12-16T16:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:44:27.389+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Smoke Signal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;He only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?' Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! 'How did you know I was here?' asked the weary man of his resc uers. 'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Moral of This Story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1402535937580063058?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1402535937580063058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1402535937580063058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1402535937580063058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1402535937580063058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/12/smoke-signal.html' title='Smoke Signal'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-5979877912455952508</id><published>2008-12-15T17:53:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:01:23.291+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Life is about correcting mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monica married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. With Rs.1000 deposit amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This was what they did after certain time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;.... and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;One day Monica talked to her Mother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked,and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000.And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.I don't know how much they saved .I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When you fall, in any way, Don't see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from where you slipped.Life is about correcting mistakes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-5979877912455952508?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/5979877912455952508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=5979877912455952508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5979877912455952508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5979877912455952508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-about-correcting-mistakes.html' title='Life is about correcting mistakes'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-5608587699073684934</id><published>2008-10-15T17:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:47:16.774+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>A Nice Weekend</title><content type='html'>A young man walked into a jewelry store one Friday evening with a beautiful young gal at his side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend. The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a&amp;nbsp; $5,000 ring and showed it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man said, "I don't think you understand, I want something very special. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that statement, the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. " Here's a stunning ring at only $40,000, " the jeweler said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man seeing this said, "We'll take it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the young man stated, " by cheque." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you need to make sure my cheque is good, so I'll write it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I'll pick the ring up Monday afternoon. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, a very teed-off jeweler phoned the young man. " There's no money in that account." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know ", said the young man, "but can you imagine the weekend I had? "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-5608587699073684934?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/5608587699073684934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=5608587699073684934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5608587699073684934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5608587699073684934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-weekend.html' title='A Nice Weekend'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8274766927211392737</id><published>2008-10-15T14:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:00:20.569+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Excerpt from the Speech given by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be serious, be sincere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8274766927211392737?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8274766927211392737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8274766927211392737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8274766927211392737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8274766927211392737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/excerpt-from-speech-given-by-chetan.html' title='Excerpt from the Speech given by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis.'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-2354745597484002572</id><published>2008-10-15T14:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:02:16.820+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Its a dogs life after all</title><content type='html'>A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he saw a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices he has a note in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the note and it reads "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb,please. The dog has money in his mouth, as well".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher looks inside and, behold, a ten dollar note. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut up shop and follow the dog. So off he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog is walking down the street when he comes to a level crossing. The dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and he walks across the road, with the butcher following him all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe at this stage. The dog checks out the times, and then sits on one of the seats provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a bus. The dog walks around to the front, looks at the number, and goes back to his seat. Another bus comes. Again the dog goes and looks at the number, notices it's the right bus, and climbs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher, by now, open-mouthed, follows him onto the bus. The bus travels through the town and out into the suburbs, the dog looking at the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he gets up, and moves to the front of the bus. He stands on 2 back paws and pushes the button to stop the bus. Then he gets off, his groceries still in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dog and butcher are walking along the road, and then the dog turns into a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks up the path, and drops the groceries on the step. Then he walks back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself against the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes back down the path, runs up to the door and again, it throws himself against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no answer at the house, so the dog goes back down the path, jumps up on a narrow wall, and walks along the perimeter of the garden. He gets to the window, and beats his head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher runs up, and stops the guy. "What in heaven's name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me!" to which the guy responds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog's forgotten his key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Moral of the story----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;You may continue to exceed onlookers' expectations but shall always fall short of the boss's expectations! ! It's dog's life after all......... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2354745597484002572?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2354745597484002572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2354745597484002572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2354745597484002572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2354745597484002572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-dogs-life-after-all.html' title='Its a dogs life after all'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-5999941604487646695</id><published>2008-10-08T13:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:56:12.064+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>The Resignation Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;The Resignation Letter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;A Boss looking through his Mail Box was astonished to see a mail from an Employee who was supposed to be busy working at Client side on a critical project. It had the subject - &amp;quot;TaTa - Bye Bye&amp;quot;. With the worst premonition he opened the mail and read the content with trembling hands:-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:#548DD4'&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving the job. The offer was too lucrative and attractive for me to turn down. I had to abscond because I wanted to avoid a scene with the HR and you. I am sorry but I had no choice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:#548DD4'&gt;The project is working fine. There are only 108 issues pending, out of which only 38% issues are High Priority. Hence I am sure there is no need to worry about. The next Phase of major enhancements I have been working upon, have been completed halfway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:#548DD4'&gt;I am sure the new person who would replace me would not understand what all I had done so far. Hence, for his and your convenience, I have taken care to remove all the work that I had been doing this far for nearly 3 months now. I am sure you will appreciate my insight and &amp;quot;big heart&amp;quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:#548DD4'&gt;I am of course retaining the Originals that I had retrieved for the purpose of Passport verification with me, considering it as a parting gift from you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:#548DD4'&gt;Of course, I will not pay the bond amount that I owe the company (since I Am breaking the bonkrd). But I will consider this as a parting gift from our Dear company. I moving out of town since the new company is situated in another City.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:#548DD4'&gt;Also, I have changed my contact number. So you will not be able to get in touch with me, to congratulate me. But I know your blessings are always with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:#548DD4'&gt;Last but not the least. I also have the Rs 12000 entrusted to me by our company's cultural events group, for the upcoming movie event. I am sure you would have wanted me to keep it with myself as an added bonus from our company. I respect you very much, hence your wish is my command.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:#548DD4'&gt;Don't worry sir. I am 2 years experienced now, learning so much from your company. So I will surely use this knowledge to write better programs for the new company. Someday I'm sure we will meet sometime in the future. If you wish, I will surely be glad to give my employee reference for you to apply for a job in the new company which I am joining.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Your faithful employee,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the bottom of the page were the letters &amp;quot;PS&amp;quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Hands still trembling, the Boss read:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker'&gt;: &lt;span style='color:#943634'&gt;Dearest Boss, none of the above is true. I'm am still busy working at client side. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my &amp;quot;Request to reconsider my Salary Appraisal&amp;quot; attached with this mail. Please approve it and call when it is safe for me to come to our Office to discuss this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;My respect and Best Regards to you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-5999941604487646695?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/5999941604487646695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=5999941604487646695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5999941604487646695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5999941604487646695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/resignation-letter.html' title='The Resignation Letter'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-5216984938094729127</id><published>2008-10-07T14:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:56:09.932+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;&lt;p style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:purple'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:purple'&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:purple'&gt;Each night when I go to sleep I die, and next morning when I wake up I am reborn again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:purple'&gt;&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:blue'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:purple'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8211;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:purple'&gt; &lt;b&gt;M K Gandhi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:purple'&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:purple'&gt;Each night when I go to sleep I am reborn and next morning when I wake up I am dead again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:purple'&gt;&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:blue'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:purple'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8211;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker;color:purple'&gt; &lt;b&gt;Software Engineer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Hasenchartbreaker'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-5216984938094729127?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/5216984938094729127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=5216984938094729127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5216984938094729127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5216984938094729127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8922937969330110377</id><published>2008-10-06T17:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:14:54.624+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Weakness or Strength</title><content type='html'>Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sensei,” the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the sensei replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” the sensei insisted, “Let him continue.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?” “You won for two reasons,” the sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defence for that move is for your opponent to grip your left arm.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8922937969330110377?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8922937969330110377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8922937969330110377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8922937969330110377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8922937969330110377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/weakness-or-strength.html' title='Weakness or Strength'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3551646374976980887</id><published>2008-10-06T16:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:49:37.224+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Unopened CDs.. a love story</title><content type='html'>There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... A cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He nodded and she went to the back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;!!!RRRRRING! !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later in the day. The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn The mother opened another CD...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is... When you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You . . . "&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moral of The Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you Really Love Someone please Expressed your feeling and let them know how much you Love them,That person  might also love you in the same way as you love them Before it is too late........ ........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3551646374976980887?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3551646374976980887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3551646374976980887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3551646374976980887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3551646374976980887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/unopened-cds-love-story.html' title='Unopened CDs.. a love story'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-486718526272976686</id><published>2008-10-06T16:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:20:41.833+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>The truth OF US ECONOMY.</title><content type='html'>Marc Faber comment on US economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investment analyst and entrepreneur Dr. Marc Faber concluded his monthly bulletin (June 2008) with the Following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''The federal government is sending each of us a $600 rebate. If we spend that money at Wall-Mart, the money goes to China. If we spend it on gasoline it goes to the Arabs. If we buy a computer it will go to India. If we purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras and Guatemala. If we purchase a good car it will go to Germany. If we purchase useless crap it will go to Taiwan and none of it will help the American economy. The only way to keep that money here at home is to spend it on prostitutes and beer, since these are the only products still produced in US. I've been doing my part.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-486718526272976686?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/486718526272976686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=486718526272976686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/486718526272976686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/486718526272976686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/truth-of-us-economy.html' title='The truth OF US ECONOMY.'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-4488480648010605122</id><published>2008-10-06T16:02:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:05:48.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Be a leader not a Boss</title><content type='html'>A Boss drives people.....                A Leader inspires people&lt;br /&gt;A Boss depends on authority.....         A Leader depends on goodwill&lt;br /&gt;A Boss evokes fear.....                A Leader generates two-way trust&lt;br /&gt;A Boss says “I “.....                    A Leader says “we” &lt;br /&gt;A Boss is self opinionated.....          A Leader asks for your opinion and values it&lt;br /&gt;A Boss you flee from.....                A Leader you go to&lt;br /&gt;A Boss shows you who is wrong.....      A Leader shows you what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;A Boss blames.....                       A Leader finds the problem and helps you solve it&lt;br /&gt;A Boss knows how it is done.....         A Leader knows how to do it&lt;br /&gt;A Boss demands respect.....              A Leader commands respect&lt;br /&gt;A Boss takes your success.....           A Leader shares success with you&lt;br /&gt;A Boss is a team interloper.....         A Leader is a team member&lt;br /&gt;A Boss is infallible.....                A Leader is fallible&lt;br /&gt;A Boss is not a leader.....              A Leader is not a boss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-4488480648010605122?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/4488480648010605122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=4488480648010605122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4488480648010605122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4488480648010605122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-leader-not-boss.html' title='Be a leader not a Boss'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-929861351814089668</id><published>2008-10-06T15:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:56:28.854+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>Good One.. on Man</title><content type='html'>Thought 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are born, our mothers get the compliments and the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;When we are married, our brides get the presents and the publicity.&lt;br /&gt;When we die, our widows get the life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;What do women want to be liberated from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average man's life consists of :&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going,&lt;br /&gt;Forty years of having his wife ask the same question;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end, the mourners wondering too.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Thought 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Man was walking down a street when he heard a voice from behind, 'If you take one more step, a brick will fall down on your head and kill you.'&lt;br /&gt;The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him. The man was astonished.&lt;br /&gt;He went on, and after a while he was going to cross the road. Once again the voice shouted, 'Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step a car will run over you, and you will die.' The man did as he was instructed, just as a car came careening around the corner, barely missing him.&lt;br /&gt;The man asked. 'Who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;'I am your guardian angel,' the voice answered.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, yeah?' the man asked 'And where the hell were you when I got married?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the wedding ceremony was watching the radiant bride as her father escorted her down the aisle to give away to the groom.&lt;br /&gt;They reached the altar and the waiting groom; the bride kissed her father and placed some thing in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the room was wondering what was given to the father by the bride.&lt;br /&gt;The father could feel the suspense in the air and all eyes were on him to divulge the secret and say something.&lt;br /&gt;So he announced 'Ladies and Gentlemen today is the luckiest day of my life.' Then he raised his hands with what his daughter gave him and continued, 'My daughter finally, finally returned my credit card to me.' &lt;br /&gt;The whole audience including priest started laughing.......... but not the poor groom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-929861351814089668?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/929861351814089668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=929861351814089668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/929861351814089668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/929861351814089668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-one-on-man.html' title='Good One.. on Man'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3019184908687708693</id><published>2008-10-06T15:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:53:37.589+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>More than One Year...passed by.....from the heart of an IT Trainee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SOnnG4oKQLI/AAAAAAAAAwk/-FHbGHJm85k/s1600-h/words4everwallpaper26oa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SOnnG4oKQLI/AAAAAAAAAwk/-FHbGHJm85k/s400/words4everwallpaper26oa7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253984545770455218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to express my transition from real freedom to assumed freedom. I am here talking about my transition from my college to the booming IT industry. I would like to pour my one year experience of the so called glamorous and fun filled IT industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to wander those spacious heat filled open grounds and dirty class rooms with just 50Rs. in pocket and plan the whole week with that budget. But now we wander along the well cleaned, fully air-conditioned corridors with about five to six credit cards in our pocket planning where to swipe the cards. Credit cards eagerly waiting to eat next month's salary. I can't believe that it was just one year before that the 50Rs. seemed to be lacks now, lacks seems to be nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College canteen, Tea shops were the favorite hot spots where we spent hours together, having a hearty chat with our buddies forgetting the whole world. But now Cafe Day, Quickies, Baristas have taken those places. What a coffee cost 2.5Rs last year has now gone up to 50Rs a cup. &lt;br /&gt;Those precious days where we used to laugh for nothing, while chatting or while playing or even when you fail in your paper because you have got 30 marks for a empty paper. But now you rarely smile except the smile for the forward you just received or the smile to your PM to impress him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate and Ego were the words you haven't heard in those days. You smash or hit your friend for some reason and the next moment you walk along him with hands on his shoulders. But now you doesn't like the guy sitting beside you because he's getting a salary 10k greater that you or he's always being appreciated by your PM. True friends are hard to find here &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In college if some one is talking badly about your college you can find your blood boiling inside even though you don't like your principal. But here loyalty is the lost word; whenever someone is talking badly about your company you join them to criticize your company. You join the company with the resignation day in the mind, is this loyalty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have seen the late nights only on the eve of the exam, where you rely on your friend to wake him/ her at night 1 or 2. And how we can forget those last minute tensions in exam, you remember that only just before entering the exam you find that you have forgotten to revise an important question that your friend suggested that it will surely appear on this exam. You rush back and flip those Xeroxed pages with tension. But today you work at least 2 days a week till 1 or 2 in the night to deliver something to your unknown client who is at US or UK. You are aimlessly typing at the useless word document that your PM asked you to finish with his tailor made smile. Loads of tension with calls from home, with your eye lids eager to kiss each other and you promise them to allow it a little later, cursing Bill Gates for inventing MSWord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I have been in my own desert where I have realized that I am moving from the warmth of the Oasis to chase a mirage. A mirage that promises a lot of thing, but still it's just a mirage. When I turn back I can find thousands chasing that mirage with an ID card around their neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3019184908687708693?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3019184908687708693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3019184908687708693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3019184908687708693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3019184908687708693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-than-one-yearpassed-byfrom-heart.html' title='More than One Year...passed by.....from the heart of an IT Trainee'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SOnnG4oKQLI/AAAAAAAAAwk/-FHbGHJm85k/s72-c/words4everwallpaper26oa7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-1362227439492985595</id><published>2008-10-06T15:38:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:01:54.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Will Power</title><content type='html'>An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant  my potato garden this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to  be digging up a  garden plot.If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot  for me, if you weren't in prison.                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For Heaven's sake, Dad,don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At  4a.m.The next morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your  potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral Of the Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1362227439492985595?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1362227439492985595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1362227439492985595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1362227439492985595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1362227439492985595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/will-power.html' title='Will Power'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-7664567764939868614</id><published>2008-10-06T15:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:41:41.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>I Love You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SOnkSxltnKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/3kYL-68klBI/s1600-h/7b80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SOnkSxltnKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/3kYL-68klBI/s400/7b80.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253981451504688290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned forward and told him, in a soft but firm voice: I Love You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three words... Just three words... but he had to wait three years for just these three words...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I love you.." , he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was silent. He continued, " I'm not asking you to love me. But, I'm just  informing you that I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had not said a single word to him. She had been watching him in the class everyday.. watching his smile which had not asked her to love him.. but which told her that he love her.. She felt she was as hard as rock. She knew what she wanted to become in life. She felt that love is just a fool's paradise and she would never think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking in the rain. No umbrella... No raincoat... She just wanted herself to be in the rain. Suddenly, she heard a voice ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hi.." , he wished her, brushing his wet long hair not to fall on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. how come u r here ? " , she asked in a surprise tone.&lt;br /&gt;" Well... I just saw you and thought of speaking with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" about what?", she asked.&lt;br /&gt;" about anything... or may be .. nothing... but just wanted to talk...", he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like walking in the rain?", she asked playing with the raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;"I like walking with you.." he told her.&lt;br /&gt;She was silent... silent for the rest of their walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her birthday and he called her. She expected a birthday wish from him. But he said, " I love You"..&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, he gave her a love letter. She read it and pointed out 7 grammatical errors and 5 spelling mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;He smiled and she was silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were standing at the bus stop. It was a cool winter evening.&lt;br /&gt;She asked him: " Why do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, " I don't know. There are a some things in life which you cant do by making a choice. They just happen."&lt;br /&gt;She asked," What will u do if i die?"&lt;br /&gt;" I will still love you..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was silent...&lt;br /&gt;" You want a hot cup of coffee?" , he asked pointing to a shop on the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;" Of course.." , she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crossed the road and ordered two cups of coffee. She was watching him. She was thinking about him. Slowly, she felt that the rock inside her was melting...&lt;br /&gt;He was crossing the road with two cups in both the hands and suddenly, a lorry hit him....&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned forward and told him, in a soft but firm voice: I Love You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words... Just three words... but he had to wait three years for these just three words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drop from her eye had fallen onto his photo... and she was still silent...looking at his picture..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-7664567764939868614?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7664567764939868614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=7664567764939868614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7664567764939868614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7664567764939868614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You...'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SOnkSxltnKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/3kYL-68klBI/s72-c/7b80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-5376472035112033254</id><published>2008-08-20T23:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:14:00.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>ITs Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SKurnM0_VRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/o8c0TNNTflM/s1600-h/42319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SKQeiOl9WiI/AAAAAAAAAuU/EuZRBgMRjcM/s400/IP_HAPPY_INDIA_wallpapers_(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234342240293050914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ab/speakers/nehru.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At the stroke of midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment comes which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, then an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance. It is fitting that at this solemn moment we take the pledge of dedication to India and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity. At the dawn of history India started on her unending quest, and trackless centuries are filled with her striving and the grandeur of her successes and her failures. Through good and ill fortune alike she has never lost sight of that quest or forgotten the ideals which gave her strength. We end today a period of ill fortune and India discovers herself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The achievement we celebrate today is but a step, an opening of opportunity, to the greater triumphs and achievements that await us. Are we brave enough and wise enough to grasp this opportunity and accept the challenge of the future? Freedom and power bring responsibility. That responsibility rests upon this assembly, a sovereign body representing the sovereign people of India. Before the birth of freedom we have endured all the pains of labour and our hearts are heavy with the memory of this sorrow. Some of those pains continue even now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the past is over and it is the future that beckons to us now. That future is not one of ease or resting but of incessant striving so that we might fulfill the pledges we have so often taken and the one we shall take today. The service of India means the service of the millions who suffer. It means the ending of poverty and ignorance and disease and inequality of opportunity. The ambition of the greatest man of our generation has been to wipe every tear from every eye. That may be beyond us but so long as there are tears and suffering, so long our work will not be over. And so we have to labour and to work, and work hard, to give reality to our dreams. Those dreams are for India, but they are also for the world, for all the nations and peoples are too closely knit together today for any one of them to imagines that it can live apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace has been said to be indivisible, so is freedom, so is prosperity now, and so also is disaster in this one world that can no longer be split into isolated fragments. To the people of India whose representatives we are, we make appeal to join us with faith and confidence in this great adventure. This is no time for petty and destructive criticism, no time for ill-will or blaming others. We have to build the noble mansion of free India where all her children may dwell."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3415582430212916382?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3415582430212916382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3415582430212916382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3415582430212916382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3415582430212916382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/08/tryst-with-destiny-jawaharlal-nehru.html' title='&quot;Tryst with destiny..&quot; - Jawaharlal Nehru'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SKQeiOl9WiI/AAAAAAAAAuU/EuZRBgMRjcM/s72-c/IP_HAPPY_INDIA_wallpapers_(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-2628107925825305154</id><published>2008-08-14T17:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:24:04.561+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SKQcqdpWt_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/mPbXH4fbkwM/s1600-h/IP_HAPPY_INDIA_wallpapers_(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SJMTfcpwMnI/AAAAAAAAArk/q3qiKJ4q-kQ/s400/friendship11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229545023295468146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't looking for it, but some how it came, and found me.&lt;br /&gt;Before I had a chance to react, it wrapped it's warmth around me.&lt;br /&gt;Like a thief in the night, it has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing, but that vision to reflect upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.&lt;br /&gt;All day long, in my mind, I walk love's lonely street.&lt;br /&gt;Like a tired man that longs to sit, but just can't find a seat.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there it was again, up ahead, to light my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to vanish once more, just like all my yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going, and where I've been isn't much to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;I just know my heart is always showing, leading me to some far off love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I give up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes to make the bad things good, and the wrong things right.&lt;br /&gt;Only to leave me lost and lonely again.&lt;br /&gt;Drifting away as my thoughts dance upon the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a name, I think they call it friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2012506376876083492?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2012506376876083492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2012506376876083492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2012506376876083492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2012506376876083492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wasnt-looking-for-it-but-some-how-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SJMTfcpwMnI/AAAAAAAAArk/q3qiKJ4q-kQ/s72-c/friendship11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-236565600659107841</id><published>2008-07-24T10:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:15.876+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Friendship Day Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SIgQAMg3zmI/AAAAAAAAArU/0TgkvjldwLQ/s1600-h/quote-wallpaper98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SIgQAMg3zmI/AAAAAAAAArU/0TgkvjldwLQ/s400/quote-wallpaper98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444963108605538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Source:http://www.friendshipday.org/friendship-day-poems.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Ravee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Striking out?&lt;br /&gt;Well count me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stand right by your side through thick or thin.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Gonna win&lt;br /&gt;A walk through hell ain't bad compared to where we've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! you can depend on me&lt;br /&gt;Over and over...&lt;br /&gt;Know that I intend to be the one who always makes you laugh until you cry, &lt;br /&gt;and you can call on me until the day you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years may come and go&lt;br /&gt;Here's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;All my life,&lt;br /&gt;You're a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;What if mountains fall?&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' left at all!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Becoz you're a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Hariharan S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factually, one of the best moments&lt;br /&gt;Remaining in my heart of hearts&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably none other than you&lt;br /&gt;Evident from my action towards thou&lt;br /&gt;Need no proof for the greatest ship&lt;br /&gt;Destined to be your greatest friend in this friend-ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to wish you on your birthday&lt;br /&gt;Relishing every moment with you that day&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the changes in your moods &lt;br /&gt;Expecting you to provide me the food&lt;br /&gt;Never again will we ever part&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything that happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget not the moments that we relish&lt;br /&gt;Round and round the rose bush&lt;br /&gt;Igniting the light of our great love&lt;br /&gt;Enough to burn the field we plough&lt;br /&gt;Not again should we ever part&lt;br /&gt;Death will only tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Vijaydeep Sharma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lonely,&lt;br /&gt;And need a friend,&lt;br /&gt;And troubles seem like&lt;br /&gt;They never end,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to keep the Faith,&lt;br /&gt;And Love will be there to Light the Way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you need a friend,&lt;br /&gt;I will be here.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be alone again,&lt;br /&gt;So don't you fear.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're miles away,&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side.&lt;br /&gt;So don't you ever be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Love will make it alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the shadows are closing in,&lt;br /&gt;And your Spirit diminishing,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember you're not alone,&lt;br /&gt;And Love will be there, &lt;br /&gt;To Guide you Home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Prem Kumar N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is not just a word,&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is not at all about spending time,&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is not an expectation,&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it cannot be defined,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that is known as FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Aryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you a flower, &lt;br /&gt;You give me a bouquet. &lt;br /&gt;When I ask you a stone, &lt;br /&gt;You give me a statue. &lt;br /&gt;When I ask you a feather, &lt;br /&gt;You give me a peacock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me: Are you really deaf?&lt;br /&gt;And I answered : Of course, I am deaf when my friend needs my eyes for herself. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Anpurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is somebody&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you and likes you &lt;br /&gt;Exactly the way that you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's special&lt;br /&gt;And so close in thought&lt;br /&gt;That no distance can ever seem far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend understands you without any words,&lt;br /&gt;Stands by you when nothing goes right...&lt;br /&gt;And willingly talks over problems with you &lt;br /&gt;Till they somehow just vanish from sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whether you're neighbors or live miles apart,&lt;br /&gt;A word from a friend gives a lift &lt;br /&gt;To your heart and spirit that shows you once more&lt;br /&gt;Why friendship is life's dearest gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem on Friendship by: William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to the session of sweet silent thought&lt;br /&gt;I summon up remembrance of things past,&lt;br /&gt;I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,&lt;br /&gt;And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:&lt;br /&gt;Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,&lt;br /&gt;For precious friends hid in deathšs dateless night,&lt;br /&gt;And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,&lt;br /&gt;And moan the expense of many a vanishšd sight:&lt;br /&gt;Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,&lt;br /&gt;And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er&lt;br /&gt;The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,&lt;br /&gt;Which I new pay as if not paid before.&lt;br /&gt;But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;All losses are restored and sorrows end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: P. B. Shelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm,&lt;br /&gt;A happy and auspicious bird of calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Š Jill Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best of Friends&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Can change a frown,&lt;br /&gt;Into a smile,&lt;br /&gt;when you feel down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Will understand,&lt;br /&gt;Your little trials,&lt;br /&gt;And lend a hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Will always share,&lt;br /&gt;Your secret dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Because they care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Worth more than gold,&lt;br /&gt;Give all the love,&lt;br /&gt;A heart can hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we but draw back the curtain,&lt;br /&gt;That surrounds each others lives,&lt;br /&gt;See the naked heart and spirit;&lt;br /&gt;Know what spur the action gives;&lt;br /&gt;Often we would find it better,&lt;br /&gt;Purer then we think we would.&lt;br /&gt;We would love each other better,&lt;br /&gt;If we only understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: Andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of things&lt;br /&gt;With which I'm blessed,&lt;br /&gt;My problems have been few,&lt;br /&gt;But of all, this one's the best:&lt;br /&gt;To have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;In times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Friends will say,&lt;br /&gt;"Just ask, I'll help you through it."&lt;br /&gt;But you don't wait for me to ask,&lt;br /&gt;You just get up and do it!&lt;br /&gt;And I can think&lt;br /&gt;of nothing more&lt;br /&gt;That I could wisely do,&lt;br /&gt;Than know a friend,&lt;br /&gt;And be a friend,&lt;br /&gt;And have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: H. W. Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot an arrow into the air,&lt;br /&gt;It fell to earth, I knew not where;&lt;br /&gt;For, so swiftly it flew, the sight&lt;br /&gt;Could not follow it in its flight.&lt;br /&gt;I breathed a song into the air,&lt;br /&gt;It fell to earth, I knew not where;&lt;br /&gt;For who has sight so keen and strong,&lt;br /&gt;That it can follow the flight of song?&lt;br /&gt;Long, long afterward, in an oak&lt;br /&gt;I found the arrow, still unbroke;&lt;br /&gt;And the song, from beginning to end,&lt;br /&gt;I found again in the heart of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow, Blow, thou winter wind!&lt;br /&gt;Thou art not so unkind&lt;br /&gt;As man's ingratitude&lt;br /&gt;Thy tooth is not so keen&lt;br /&gt;Because thou art not seen.&lt;br /&gt;Although thy breath be rude.&lt;br /&gt;Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;&lt;br /&gt;Most friendship is feigning most loving mere folly.&lt;br /&gt;Then, heigh ho, the holly!&lt;br /&gt;This life is most jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,&lt;br /&gt;That dost not bite so ngh&lt;br /&gt;As benefits forgot:&lt;br /&gt;Though thou the watters warp,&lt;br /&gt;Thy sting is not so sharp&lt;br /&gt;As friend remembered not.&lt;br /&gt;Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:&lt;br /&gt;Most friendship is feigning, most love mere folly:&lt;br /&gt;Then heigh-ho, the holly!&lt;br /&gt;This life is most Jolly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my love swears that she is made of truth&lt;br /&gt;I do believe her though I know she lies,&lt;br /&gt;That she might think me some untutored youth&lt;br /&gt;Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.&lt;br /&gt;Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,&lt;br /&gt;Although she knows my days are past the best,&lt;br /&gt;Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;&lt;br /&gt;On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;But wherefore says she not she is unjust,&lt;br /&gt;And wherefore say not I that I am old?&lt;br /&gt;O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,&lt;br /&gt;And age in love loves not to have years told.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,&lt;br /&gt;And in our faults by lies we flattered be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship by: William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full many a glorious morning have I see&lt;br /&gt;Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,&lt;br /&gt;Kissing with golden face the meadows green,&lt;br /&gt;Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;&lt;br /&gt;Anon permit the basest clouds to ride&lt;br /&gt;With ugly rack on his celestial face,&lt;br /&gt;And from the forlorn world his visage hide,&lt;br /&gt;Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:&lt;br /&gt;Even so my sun one early morn did shine&lt;br /&gt;With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;&lt;br /&gt;But out, alack! He was but one hour mine;&lt;br /&gt;The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.&lt;br /&gt;Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;&lt;br /&gt;Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poem on Friendship Contributed by: Umakant Gupta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Should Have A Friend Like You&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should have a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;You are so much fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;And you are such a good person&lt;br /&gt;You crack me up with laughter&lt;br /&gt;And touch my heart with your kindness&lt;br /&gt;You have a wonderful ability&lt;br /&gt;To know when to offer advice&lt;br /&gt;And when to sit in quiet support&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;You've come to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;And brightened so many of my routine days&lt;br /&gt;And time after time&lt;br /&gt;I've realized how fortunate&lt;br /&gt;I am that my life includes you&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe that&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should have a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;But so far it looks like &lt;br /&gt;You are one of a kind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I could even put some lines for my friend.But I am left with no words..except feelings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-236565600659107841?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/236565600659107841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=236565600659107841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/236565600659107841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/236565600659107841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship-day-poems.html' title='Friendship Day Poems'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SIgQAMg3zmI/AAAAAAAAArU/0TgkvjldwLQ/s72-c/quote-wallpaper98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-2219961020008440300</id><published>2008-07-22T10:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:16.053+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>My part in the World record</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SIVvJ43evFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hlB8GZjvBq0/s1600-h/mozilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SIVvJ43evFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hlB8GZjvBq0/s400/mozilla.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225705158307920978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2219961020008440300?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2219961020008440300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2219961020008440300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2219961020008440300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2219961020008440300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-part-in-world-record.html' title='My part in the World record'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SIVvJ43evFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hlB8GZjvBq0/s72-c/mozilla.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-8704882961723468758</id><published>2008-07-18T18:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:16.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friend..My dear friend.this is for U..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SICW3D3KNxI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Kx0MiF_tA8o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Here is your 3 months salary, now GET OUT and don't come back".&lt;br /&gt;The young man turned around and was quickly out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Noticing a few onlookers, the MD said in a very upset manner, "And that applies for everybody in this company".&lt;br /&gt;He approached one of the onlookers and asked him, "Who's the young man that I just fired?"&lt;br /&gt;To which an amazing reply came of, "He was the pizza delivery man, Sir....!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3877124296866198986?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3877124296866198986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3877124296866198986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3877124296866198986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3877124296866198986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-well-do-management-knows-employees.html' title='how well do the  management knows employees'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8684508494319292244</id><published>2008-07-18T18:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:38:46.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>Newton's laws of s/w Engg</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First Law:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Software Engineer continues his state of chatting or forwarding mails untill and unless he is assigned work by manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Law:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rate of change in the software quality is directly proportional to the payment received from client and the deadline time, and it takes place at the quick rate as and when deadline force is applied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Law:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugs can neither be created nor be removed from software by a developer. It can only be converted from one form to another. The total number of bugs in the software always remains constant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8684508494319292244?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8684508494319292244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8684508494319292244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8684508494319292244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8684508494319292244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/07/newtons-laws-of-sw-engg.html' title='Newton&apos;s laws of s/w Engg'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-156899852560158220</id><published>2008-07-18T18:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:36:19.127+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>My Stupid Suicide Plan -CHETAN BHAGAT</title><content type='html'>Last week, an IITian committed suicide. People who commit suicide do it when they feel there's no future. But wait, isn't IIT the one place where a bright and shining future is a foregone conclusion? It just doesn't add up, does it? Why would a young, hardworking, bright student who has the world ahead of him do something like this? But the answer is this-in our constant reverence for the great institution (and I do believe IITs are great), we forget the dark side. And the dark side is that the IITs are afflicted by the quintessential Indian phenomenon of academic pressure, probably the highest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can rant about the educational system and how it requires serious fixing, or I can address the immediate-try my best to prevent such suicides. For this column I have chosen the latter, and I do so with a personal story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of a suicide always brings back one particular childhood memory. I was 14 years old when I first seriously contemplated suicide. I had done badly in chemistry in the Class X half yearly exam. I was an IIT aspirant, and 68% was nowhere near what an IIT candidate should be getting. I don't know what had made me screw up the exam, but I did know this, I was going to kill myself. The only debate was about method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, chemistry offered a way. I had read about copper sulphate, and that it was both cheap and poisonous. Copper sulphate was available at the kirana store. I had it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rationale for killing myself was simple-nobody loved me, my chemistry score was awful, I had no future and what difference would it make to the world if I was not there. I bought the copper sulphate for two rupees-probably the cheapest exit strategy in the world. I didn't do it for two reasons. One, I had a casual chat with the aunty next door about copper sulphate, and my knowledgeable aunty knew about a woman who had died that way. She said it was the most painful death possible, all your veins burst and you suffer for hours. This tale made my insides shudder. Second, on the day I was to do it, I noticed a street dog outside my house being teased by the neighborhood kids as he hunted for scraps of food. Nobody loved him. It would make no difference to the world if the dog wasn't there. And I was pretty sure that its chemistry score would be awful. Yet, the dog wasn't trotting off to the kirana store. He was only interested in figuring out a strategy for his next meal. And when he was full, he merely curled up in a corner with one eye open, clearly content and not giving a damn about the world. If he wasn't planning to die anytime soon what the hell was I ranting about? I threw the copper sulphate in the bin. It was the best two bucks I ever wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I tell you this story? Because sometimes the pressure gets too much; like it did for the IITian who couldn't take it no more. On the day he took that dreadful decision, his family and friends were shattered, and India lost a wonderful, bright child. And as the silly but true copper sulphate story tells you-it could happen to any of us or those around us. So please be on the lookout, if you see a distressed, disappointed  young soul, lend a supportive, non-judgmental ear. When I look back, I thank that aunt and that dog for unwittingly saving my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God wanted us to take our own life, he would have provided a power off button. He didn't, so have faith and let his plan for you unfold. Because no matter how tough life gets and how much it hurts, if street dogs don't give up, there is no reason why we, the smart species, should. Makes sense right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-156899852560158220?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/156899852560158220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=156899852560158220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/156899852560158220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/156899852560158220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-stupid-suicide-plan-chetan-bhagat.html' title='My Stupid Suicide Plan -CHETAN BHAGAT'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-1219659372234353882</id><published>2008-07-18T18:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:16.299+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Feared UNTIL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SICTZIiPAnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/dRTW1WEDBRA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SICTZIiPAnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/dRTW1WEDBRA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224337627746861682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared being alone&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned to like Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared failure&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that I only Fail when I don't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared success&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that I had to try in order to be happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared people's opinions&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned that people would have opinions about me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared rejection&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned to have faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared pain&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned that it's necessary for growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the truth&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw the ugliness in lies.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared life&lt;br /&gt;Until I experienced its beauty .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared death&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that it's not an end, but a beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared my destiny,&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that I had the power to change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared hate&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw that it was nothing more than ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared love&lt;br /&gt;Until it touched my heart, making the darkness fade into endless sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared ridicule&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned how to laugh at myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared growing old&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the future&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that Life just kept getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the past &lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the dark&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw the beauty of the starlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the light&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned that the Truth would give me Strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared change,&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw that even the most beautiful butterfly had to undergo a Metamorphosis before it could fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1219659372234353882?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1219659372234353882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1219659372234353882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1219659372234353882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1219659372234353882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/07/feared-until.html' title='Feared UNTIL..'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SICTZIiPAnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/dRTW1WEDBRA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-967841656060545282</id><published>2008-06-27T15:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:46:12.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Golden Rules for Career Success ...Richard Moran</title><content type='html'>WORKING as a business consultant all over the world, I have discovered some basic career-related rules that everyone should know-but many don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is made up of ambiguous victories and Nebulous defeats. Claim them all as victories. &lt;br /&gt;Keep track of what you do; someone is sure to ask. &lt;br /&gt;Be comfortable around senior managers, or learn to fake it. &lt;br /&gt;Never bring your boss a problem without some solution. You are getting paid to think, not to whine. &lt;br /&gt;Long hours don't mean anything; results count, not effort. &lt;br /&gt;Write down ideas; they get lost, like good pens. &lt;br /&gt;Always arrive at work 30 minutes before your boss. &lt;br /&gt;Don't take days off sick-unless you are. &lt;br /&gt;Assume no one can/will keep a secret. &lt;br /&gt;Know when you do your best-morning, night, under pressure, relaxed; schedule and prioritize your work accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;Treat everyone who works in the organization with respect and dignity, whether it be the cleaner or the managing director. Don't ever be patronizing. &lt;br /&gt;Never appear stressed in front of a client, a customer or your boss. Take a deep breath and ask yourself: In the course of human events, how important is this? &lt;br /&gt;If you get the entrepreneurial urge, visit someone who has his own business. It may cure you. &lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging someone else's contribution will repay you doubly. &lt;br /&gt;Career planning is an oxymoron. The most exciting opportunities tend to be unplanned. &lt;br /&gt;Always choose to do what you'll remember ten years from now. &lt;br /&gt;The size of your office is not as important as the size of your pay cheque. &lt;br /&gt;Understand what finished work looks like and deliver your work only when it is finished. &lt;br /&gt;The person who spends all of his or her time is not hard-working; he or she is boring. &lt;br /&gt;Know how to write business letters-including thank-you notes as well as proposals. &lt;br /&gt;Never confuse a memo with reality. Most memos from the top are political fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;Eliminate guilt. Don't fiddle expenses, taxes or benefits, and don't cheat colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;Reorganizations mean that someone will lose his or her job. Get on the committee that will make the recommendations. &lt;br /&gt;Job security does not exist. &lt;br /&gt;Always have an answer to the question, "What would I do if I lost my job tomorrow?" &lt;br /&gt;Go to the company Christmas party. &lt;br /&gt;Don't get drunk at the company Christmas party. &lt;br /&gt;Avoid working at weekends. Work longer during the week if you have to. &lt;br /&gt;The most successful people in business are interesting. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you'll be on a winning streak and everything will click; take maximum advantage. When the opposite is true, hold steady and wait it out. &lt;br /&gt;Never in your life say, "It's not my job." &lt;br /&gt;Be loyal to your career, your interests and yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Understand the skills and abilities that set you apart. &lt;br /&gt;Use them whenever you have an opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;People remember the end of the project. As they say in boxing, "Always finish stronger than you start."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-967841656060545282?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/967841656060545282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=967841656060545282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/967841656060545282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/967841656060545282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/golden-rules-for-career-success-richard.html' title='Golden Rules for Career Success ...Richard Moran'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-5643842079328513740</id><published>2008-06-27T15:39:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:50:16.377+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>FOR BOYS WHO ARE SINGLE.. BE PROUD...</title><content type='html'>Boys are like apples on trees.&lt;br /&gt;The best ones are at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;The girls don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of falling and getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Instead they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground, that  aren't as good, but easy.&lt;br /&gt;So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;That is why we just have to be a little patient and wait for the right girl who will come someday.......&lt;br /&gt;she one who has the courage to reach the top&lt;br /&gt;So Guys if you are alone...this means that u r on top..........!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(One among the topmost apples is me )&lt;br /&gt;Girls should take a chance to find the good, right apple,&lt;br /&gt;Proud to be Single &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Note:Thanks Rags for sending such a nice mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-5643842079328513740?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/5643842079328513740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=5643842079328513740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5643842079328513740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5643842079328513740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-boys-who-are-single-be-proud.html' title='FOR BOYS WHO ARE SINGLE.. BE PROUD...'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-2640296790237638257</id><published>2008-06-27T15:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:39:22.113+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Famous failures</title><content type='html'>To succeed in business or life we must continually take remedial actions. Putting yourself on the line day after day can be extremely draining, especially when things do not work out as desired. Hence, each time a disappointing event happens, I like to get reminded of these famous failures: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates founder and chairman of Microsoft, has literally changed the work culture of the world in the 21st century, by simplifying the way computer is being used. He was the world's richest man for more than one decade. However, in the 1970's before starting out, he was a Harvard University dropout. The most ironic part is that, he started a software company (that was soon to become Microsoft) by purchasing the software technology from "someone" for only $US50 back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln received no more than 5 years of formal education throughout his lifetime. When he grew up, he joined politics and had 12 major failures before he was elected the 16th President of the United States of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Newton was the greatest English mathematician of his generation. His work on optics and gravitation made him one of the greatest scientists the world has even known. Many thought that Isaac was born a genius, but he wasn't! When he was young, he did very poorly in grade school, so poor that his teachers became clueless in improving his grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludwig van Beethoven, a German composer of classical music, is widely regarded as one of history's supreme composers. His reputation has inspired – and in many cases intimidated – composers, musicians and audiences who were to come after him. Before the start of his career, Beethoven's music teacher once said of him "as a composer, he is hopeless". And during his career, he lost his hearing yet he managed to produce great music – a deaf man composing music, ironic isn't! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison who developed many devices that greatly influenced life in the 20th century. Edison is considered one of the most prolific inventors in history, holding 1,093 U.S patents to his name. When he was a boy his teacher told him he was too stupid to learn anything. When he set out on his own, he tried more than 9,000 experiments before he created the first successful light bulb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Woolworth Company was a retail company that was one of the original five-and-ten-cent stores. The first Woolworth's store was founded in 1878 by Frank Winfield Woolworth and soon grew to become one of the largest retail chains in the world in the 20th century. Before starting his own business, Woolworth got a job in a dry goods store when he was 21. But his employer would not let him serve any customer because he concluded that Frank "didn't have enough common sense to serve the customers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By acclamation, Michael Jordon is the greatest basketball player of all time. A phenomenal athlete with a unique combination of grace, speed, power, artistry, improvisational ability and an unquenchable competitive desire. Jordan single-handedly redefined the NBA superstar. Before joining NBA, Jordan was just an ordinary person, so ordinary that was he was removed from the high school basketball team because of his "lack of skill". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Disney was American film producer, director, screenwriter, voice actor and animator. One of the most well-known motion picture producers in the world, Disney founded a production company. The corporation, now known as The Walt Disney Company, makes average revenue of US $30 billion annually. Disney started his own business from his home garage and his very first cartoon production went bankrupt. During his first press conference, a newspaper editor ridiculed Walt Disney because he had no good ideas in film production. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill failed the 6th grade. However, that never stopped him to work harder! He strived and eventually became the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom during the Second World War. Churchill is generally regarded as one of the most important leaders in Britain and world history. In a poll conducted by the BBC in 2002 to identify the "100 Greatest Britons", participants voted Churchill as the most important of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Spielberg is an American film director. He has won 3 Academy Awards and ranks among the most successful filmmakers in history. Most of all, Steven was recognized as the financially most successful motion picture director of all time. During his childhood, Spielberg dropped out of junior high school. He was persuaded to come back and was placed in a learning-disabled class. He only lasted a month and then dropped out of school forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein was a theoretical physicist widely regarded as the most important scientist of the 20th century. He was awarded the 1921 Nobel Prize for Physics for his explanation of the photoelectric effect in 1905 and "for his services to Theoretical Physics". However, when Einstein was young, his parents thought he was mentally retarded. His grades in school were so poor that a teacher asked him to quit, saying, "Einstein, you will never amount to anything!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1947, one year into her contract, Marilyn Monroe was dropped by 20th Century-Fox because her producer thought she was unattractive and could not act. That didn't deter her at all! She kept on going and eventually she was recognized by the public as the 20th century's most famous movie star, sex symbol and pop icon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Grisham's first novel was rejected by sixteen agents and twelve publishing houses. He went on writing and writing until he became best known as a novelist and author for his works of modern legal drama. The media has coined him as one of the best novel authors even alive in the 21st century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Ford's first two automobile companies failed. That did not stop him from incorporating Ford Motor Company and being the first to apply assembly line manufacturing to the production of affordable automobiles in the world. He not only revolutionized industrial production in the United States and Europe, but also had such influence over the 20th century economy and society. His combination of mass production, high wages and low prices to consumers has initiated a management school known as "Fordism". He became one of the three most famous and richest men in the world during his time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soichiro Honda was turned down by Toyota Motor Corporation during a job interview as "engineer" after World War Two. He continued to be jobless until his neighbours starting buying his "home-made scooters". Subsequently, he set out on his own to start his own company. Honda. Today, the Company has grown to become the world's largest motorcycle manufacturer and one of the most profitable automakers - beating giant automaker such as GM and Chrysler. With a global network of 437 subsidiaries, Honda develops, manufactures and markets a wide variety of products ranging from small general-purpose engines and scooters to specialty sports cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akio Morita, founder of giant electric household products, Sony Corporation, first product was an electric rice cooker, only sold 100 cookers (because it burned rice rather than cooking). Today, Sony generates US$66 billion in revenue and ranked as the world's 6th largest electronic and electrical company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So frndz dont feel bad if you fail in love..try another time with 2 choices:&lt;br /&gt;1. either try proposing the same girl ones agian.&lt;br /&gt;2. check out other gals in the locality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2640296790237638257?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2640296790237638257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2640296790237638257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2640296790237638257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2640296790237638257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/famous-failures.html' title='Famous failures'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-2029647836772615005</id><published>2008-06-27T15:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:27:33.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We told them so." &lt;br /&gt;"Crazy men and their crazy dreams." &lt;br /&gt;"It`s foolish to chase wild visions." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2029647836772615005?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2029647836772615005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2029647836772615005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2029647836772615005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2029647836772615005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-5803145685177984028</id><published>2008-06-27T15:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:25:56.059+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>10 Tips to increase happiness in your life</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite songs is Bobby McFerrin’s refrain, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”. I recently had the opportunity to observe people’s reactions when a highway was closed because of an accident ahead. As we waited, I watched as some listened to radios, a few began tossing a Frisbee, other’s seemed to be working or reading, and others opted for a quick nap. But, there were also a handful who were clearly agitated and angry. Pacing about, swearing, and upset, they decided that the best response to this event, which none of us could control, was to be very unhappy. I was reminded of Abraham Lincoln’s comment that, “Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.” &lt;br /&gt;The following are my Top 10 Tips to increase happiness in your life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Decide to be a happy person. As Lincoln observed, most people, most of the time, can choose how stressed or happy, how troubled or relaxed they want to be. Choose to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch and Read less news. As a recovering news addict, I know this can be difficult because the stock market fluctuates, politicians politic, and sports teams compete. But, most of the time, you don’t need the stress. So, just don’t watch. I think it was Henry Thoreau who noted that if you’ve ever read about a train wreck, you understand the principle and don’t need to know any more about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Practice the Attitude of Gratitude. We all have so much to be grateful for. Just thanking the many people who assist us, encourage us, teach us and open doors for us could take all day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take Time. My dog has taught me much about loyalty, about noticing the sights, sounds, and smells in the yard, about being relaxed and about play. Eat when you’re hungry, nap when you need it. Get your ears scratched whenever possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh everyday. Hear a joke, tell a joke, laugh at yourself, laugh with your friends and family and co-workers. There are very few medicines as powerful as laughter, and I don’t think you can over-dose, although it is addicting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Love well. Express your affection, appreciation, friendship and warmth to those around you, and they will almost always respond in the most amazing ways! Be generous–it pays great dividends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Work hard. This one comes as a bit of a surprise, but there is tremendous satisfaction in being competent, and joy in completing our assigned tasks. One of the great sources of happiness is to do work that is worthy of you, and to do it well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn something new, everyday. To be happy, most of us must also be growing, expanding, learning and challenging ourselves. Read, listen, adapt and stretch to accommodate new ideas and new information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Use your body as it was designed. Walk and run, stretch, throw things, and lift things. Dance! Exercise is good, but so is making love, mixing up a batch of cookies, or exchanging backrubs. You have a body and it can be either a source of joy, or a source of aches and pains. Your choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Avoid toxins. I prefer writing positives (things to do) rather than negatives (things to fear), but reality says there are negative people and there are bad chemicals, stressful noises, and unsafe places. Don’t go there! Avoid poisons whenever possible. It seems to work out better that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-5803145685177984028?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/5803145685177984028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=5803145685177984028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5803145685177984028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5803145685177984028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-tips-to-increase-happiness-in-your.html' title='10 Tips to increase happiness in your life'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-2765041686018300821</id><published>2008-06-27T15:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:22:45.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>There you go A Sticky Humour Thread...Answering Machine Messages</title><content type='html'>These are supposedly actual answering machine announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hi ! John's answering machine is broken. This is his refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;Please speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with&lt;br /&gt;one of these magnets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A is for academics, B is for beer. One of those reasons is why&lt;br /&gt;we're not here. So, leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hi. This is John: If you are the phone company, I already sent the&lt;br /&gt;money. If you are my parents, please send money. If you are my&lt;br /&gt;financial aid institution, you didn't lend me enough money. If you are&lt;br /&gt;my friends, you owe me money. If you are a female, don't worry, I have&lt;br /&gt;plenty of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hi. Now you say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hi, I'm not home right now, but my answering machine is, so you can&lt;br /&gt;talk to it instead. Wait for the beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hello. I am David's answering machine. What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hello! If you leave a message, I'll call you soon. If you leave a&lt;br /&gt;"sexy" message, I'll call sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hi, this is George. I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a message and then wait by your phone until I call you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hello, you are talking to a machine. I am capable of receiving&lt;br /&gt;messages. My owners do not need siding, windows or a hot tub, and&lt;br /&gt;their carpets are clean. They give to charity through their office and&lt;br /&gt;do not need their picture taken. If you're still with me, leave your&lt;br /&gt;name and number and they will get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This is not an answering machine - this is a telepathic thought&lt;br /&gt;recording device. After the tone, think about your name, your number&lt;br /&gt;and your reason for calling, and I'll think about returning your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hi. I'm probably home, I'm just avoiding someone I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a message, and if I don't call back, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you are a burglar, then we're probably at home cleaning our&lt;br /&gt;weapons right now and can't come to the phone. Otherwise, we probably&lt;br /&gt;aren't home and it's safe to leave a message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2765041686018300821?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2765041686018300821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2765041686018300821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2765041686018300821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2765041686018300821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-you-go-sticky-humour.html' title='There you go A Sticky Humour Thread...Answering Machine Messages'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-4462883834730894908</id><published>2008-06-27T15:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:20:20.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>How Can A person Build Self-Esteem?</title><content type='html'>The process is simple, but putting it to work is difficult. &lt;br /&gt;Self-esteem is built upon the experience of success. Think of it as a circular process. When people experience success, they grow in self-confidence. As self-confidence grows, they feel empowered to face new challenges. As they succeed in confronting each challenge, they develop the capacity to cope with whatever life throws their way. That feeling leads to further growth of self-confidence, self-reliance and self-esteem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Maintain Healthy Self-Esteem. .. &lt;br /&gt;Celebrate your strengths and achievements. &lt;br /&gt;Forgive yourself for your mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;Don't dwell on your weaknesses, every human has them. &lt;br /&gt;Change the way you talk to yourself -- stop putting yourself down! &lt;br /&gt;Be sure that you are not judging yourself against unreasonable standards. &lt;br /&gt;Beating yourself for your weaknesses is self-defeating. Use that energy for positive thoughts about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People With High Self-Esteem Are... &lt;br /&gt;Able to accept and learn from their own mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;Confident without being obnoxious or conceited. &lt;br /&gt;Not devastated by criticism. &lt;br /&gt;Not overly defensive when questioned. &lt;br /&gt;Not easily defeated by setbacks and obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;Unlikely to feel a need to put others down. &lt;br /&gt;Open and assertive in communicating their needs. &lt;br /&gt;Not overly worried about failing or looking foolish. &lt;br /&gt;Not harshly or destructively critical of themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Not aggressively driven to prove themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Able to laugh at themselves, not taking themselves too seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Do You Think You Have So Little Strengths Worth Celebrating? &lt;br /&gt;Because everyone has always pointed out your shortcomings? &lt;br /&gt;Because you rarely get any positive feedback for a job well done? &lt;br /&gt;Because the things you do well are so familiar to you that you take them for granted? &lt;br /&gt;Because you have learned to focus only on your mistakes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Make A Mistake, Do You Say...? &lt;br /&gt;What an idiot! How can you be so stupid! &lt;br /&gt;Can't you get anything right! What a loser! &lt;br /&gt;There you go again! You are not really up to it, are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else has talked to you this way in the past? &lt;br /&gt;Why Are You Still Listening To Them? &lt;br /&gt;You can't change your past, but you can change the way you talk to yourself today. &lt;br /&gt;Start by making a LONG list of all the good things you have ever done. &lt;br /&gt;Catch yourself saying nasty things to yourself, then STOP. &lt;br /&gt;Recite your list of achievements to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convince yourself to be proud of what you have done and of what you are working on doing, on anything you have done for another person, on any improvement in your school work, or on how well you manage your time, your money, your friends, your schedule, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affirmations for Self-Esteem &lt;br /&gt;There are many things I do successfully. (Write them down if you have to.) &lt;br /&gt;I can improve my self-esteem by meeting my own expectations. &lt;br /&gt;I don't have to strive for perfection to approve of myself. &lt;br /&gt;My worth as a human being does not depend on achieving a perfect weight, or by being the smartest, or the most popular, or the fastest, or having the highest grades, or being the funniest, or having the coolest friends, or getting into the best school, or... (You fill in the rest!) &lt;br /&gt;I alone am responsible for the decisions I make. &lt;br /&gt;I am a unique individual. &lt;br /&gt;Persistence will help me succeed. &lt;br /&gt;Every mistake I make can be an opportunity to learn. I can't be afraid to make mistakes; this is how I learn to improve. &lt;br /&gt;I deserve support and will ask for help when I need it. &lt;br /&gt;I have the power to forgive myself for past mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;I will treat myself as someone special. &lt;br /&gt;I determine what success means to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Success? &lt;br /&gt;To laugh often and much; &lt;br /&gt;To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; &lt;br /&gt;To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; &lt;br /&gt;To appreciate beauty, &lt;br /&gt;To find the best in others, &lt;br /&gt;To leave the world a bit better; whether by a healthy child, &lt;br /&gt;A garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; &lt;br /&gt;To know that one life has breathed easier because you have lived. &lt;br /&gt;This is to have succeeded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail." &lt;br /&gt;"You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love &amp; affection." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are constantly shining, but often we do not see them until the dark hours." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes not from the avoidance of failure. Most of the time, success is achieved only when there has been enough failure."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-4462883834730894908?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/4462883834730894908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=4462883834730894908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4462883834730894908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4462883834730894908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-can-person-build-self-esteem.html' title='How Can A person Build Self-Esteem?'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-6815998364161475411</id><published>2008-06-27T14:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:14:42.639+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>How to say I Love You in 101 Languages !!!</title><content type='html'>English - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief &lt;br /&gt;Albanian - Te dua &lt;br /&gt;Arabic -   Ana behibek &lt;br /&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen &lt;br /&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe &lt;br /&gt;Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi &lt;br /&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu &lt;br /&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo &lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te &lt;br /&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah &lt;br /&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a &lt;br /&gt;Catalan - T'estimo &lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse &lt;br /&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda &lt;br /&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou &lt;br /&gt;Croatian - Volim te &lt;br /&gt;Czech - Miluji te &lt;br /&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig &lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Ik hou van jou &lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin &lt;br /&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind &lt;br /&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki' &lt;br /&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg &lt;br /&gt;Farsi - Doset daram &lt;br /&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita &lt;br /&gt;Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua &lt;br /&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore &lt;br /&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort &lt;br /&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar &lt;br /&gt;German - Ich liebe dich &lt;br /&gt;Greek - S'agapo &lt;br /&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo &lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw &lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi &lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev otah &lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw &lt;br /&gt;Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae &lt;br /&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj &lt;br /&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta &lt;br /&gt;Hungarian - Szeretlek &lt;br /&gt;Icelandic - Eg elska tig &lt;br /&gt;Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw &lt;br /&gt;Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu &lt;br /&gt;Inuit - Negligevapse &lt;br /&gt;Irish - Taim i' ngra leat &lt;br /&gt;Italian - Ti amo &lt;br /&gt;Japanese - Aishiteru &lt;br /&gt;Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene &lt;br /&gt;Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka &lt;br /&gt;Kiswahili - Nakupenda &lt;br /&gt;Konkani - Tu magel moga cho &lt;br /&gt;Korean - Sarang Heyo &lt;br /&gt;Latin - Te amo &lt;br /&gt;Latvian - Es tevi miilu &lt;br /&gt;Lebanese - Bahibak &lt;br /&gt;Lithuanian - Tave myliu &lt;br /&gt;Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu &lt;br /&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu &lt;br /&gt;Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni &lt;br /&gt;Marathi - Me tula prem karto &lt;br /&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik &lt;br /&gt;Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik &lt;br /&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki &lt;br /&gt;Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni&lt;br /&gt;Nepali - M' timilai maya gachu  &lt;br /&gt;Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg &lt;br /&gt;Pandacan - Syota na kita!! &lt;br /&gt;Pangasinan - Inaru Taka &lt;br /&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo &lt;br /&gt;Persian - Doo-set daaram &lt;br /&gt;Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay &lt;br /&gt;Polish - Kocham Ciebie &lt;br /&gt;Portuguese - Eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Romanian - Te ubesk &lt;br /&gt;Russian - Ya tebya liubliu &lt;br /&gt;Scot Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort &lt;br /&gt;Serbian - Volim te &lt;br /&gt;Setswana - Ke a go rata &lt;br /&gt;Sign Language - ,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing'I love you) &lt;br /&gt;Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan &lt;br /&gt;Sioux - Techihhila &lt;br /&gt;Slovak - Lu`bim ta &lt;br /&gt;Slovenian - Ljubim te &lt;br /&gt;Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo &lt;br /&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe &lt;br /&gt;Swedish - Jag alskar dig &lt;br /&gt;Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di &lt;br /&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita &lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li &lt;br /&gt;Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe &lt;br /&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen &lt;br /&gt;Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu &lt;br /&gt;Thai - Phom rak khun  &lt;br /&gt;Turkish - Seni Seviyorum &lt;br /&gt;Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu &lt;br /&gt;Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo &lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em&lt;br /&gt;Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu &lt;br /&gt;Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh &lt;br /&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hope i could express my love to my gal atleast in one language :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-6815998364161475411?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/6815998364161475411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=6815998364161475411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6815998364161475411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6815998364161475411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-say-i-love-you-in-101-languages.html' title='How to say I Love You in 101 Languages !!!'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-6386684538569261420</id><published>2008-06-27T14:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:44:14.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Honest answers for job switching....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Why did you apply for this job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have applied for many jobs along with this one and it’s just that you called me first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Why do you want to work for this company?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have to work for some company, whoever gives me a job, I don't have any specific company in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Why should I hire you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to hire some one, you may give me a try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. What would you do if this happened? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it depends on my mindset and mood in that situation... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. What is your biggest strength? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare to join any company who pays me well, without thinking about the fate of company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. What is your biggest weakness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. What was your worst mistake and how did you learn from it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining my earlier company and I learnt that I need to switch my job to get more money, so I am here today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. What accomplishments in your last position are you most proud of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I accomplished any in my last position, why do I need to change my job? I could demand more and stay there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Describe a challenge that you faced and how did you overcome it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest challenge is answering the question "why are you looking for a change" and I started blabbering irrelevantly to overcome that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Why did you leave/ are you leaving your last job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the same reason why you left your previous job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. What do you want from this job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work and good hikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. What are your career goals and how do you plan to achieve them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making more money and for that I keep switching jobs every two years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. What do you know about our company? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you will ask me this question. So, I've gone through your website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. What salary are you expecting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one will change his job for the same salary, hence, give me 20% extra than what I am getting right now. I know you will bargain on whatever I ask.So I have already hiked my current salary by 30%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-6386684538569261420?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/6386684538569261420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=6386684538569261420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6386684538569261420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6386684538569261420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/honest-answers-for-job-switching.html' title='Honest answers for job switching....'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-5858229494760187277</id><published>2008-06-27T14:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:39:24.706+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Difference between LOVE and LIKE</title><content type='html'>In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster &lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you get happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring &lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush &lt;br /&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you can't say everything on your mind &lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy &lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can show your own self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love &lt;br /&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them &lt;br /&gt;But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eye &lt;br /&gt;But the feeling of like starts from the ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do cover your ears. &lt;br /&gt;But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-5858229494760187277?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/5858229494760187277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=5858229494760187277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5858229494760187277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5858229494760187277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/difference-between-love-and-like.html' title='Difference between LOVE and LIKE'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8713625247961503127</id><published>2008-06-27T14:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:34:28.646+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>The interview with God</title><content type='html'>Here's is a nice article I read somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed I had an interview with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you would like to interview me?" God asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have the time" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled. "My time is eternity.""What questions do you have in mind for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What surprises you most about humankind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered...&lt;br /&gt;"That they get bored with childhood,they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again."&lt;br /&gt;"That they lose their health to make money...and then lose their money to restore their health."&lt;br /&gt;"That by thinking anxiously about the future,they forget the present,such that they live in neitherthe present nor the future."&lt;br /&gt;"That they live as if they will never die,and die as though they had never lived."&lt;br /&gt;God's hand took mine and we were silent for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked..."As a parent, what are some of life's lessonsyou want your children to learn?"&lt;br /&gt;"To learn they cannot make anyonelove them. All they can dois let themselves be loved."&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others."&lt;br /&gt;"To learn to forgiveby practicing forgiveness."&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it only takes a few secondsto open profound wounds in those they love,and it can take many years to heal them."&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that a rich personis not one who has the most,but is one who needs the least."&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that there are peoplewho love them dearly,but simply have not yet learnedhow to express or show their feelings."&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that two people canlook at the same thingand see it differently."&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it is not enough that theyforgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your time," I said humbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything else you would like your children to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said,"Just know that I am here... always."&lt;div 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God'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8871140863533520953</id><published>2008-06-27T14:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:32:02.383+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>if only we can......</title><content type='html'>If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rudyard Kipling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8871140863533520953?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8871140863533520953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>What Makes a Great Friend . . . ?</title><content type='html'>Someone who knows what you need before you say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows when to laugh and when to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who truly listens when you have something to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that's there for you during the good and bad times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is caring . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves you with all their heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is interested in reality and not as a fashion display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone you can trust them like a sibling, confide in like a friend but most of all, love as the great lover they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is open and responsive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is never critical and ill-tempered in respect to your needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows when things have to be compromised in the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who understands listening is a key, but using what is heard is even more important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's there for you no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is trustful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who gives a shoulder to cry on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone with a great sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has things in common with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who takes time to listen and enjoy you for who you are and tries not to make you something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone with a constant open ear, open heart, and open mind to accept and love people for who the really are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will always be there to support your ideas without argument and love you for everything that you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that can get a point across without yelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that remembers all the cute stupid stuff you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that has a personality with qualities you don't have yourself, but admire greatly in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who realizes you're two separate people, and appreciates the differences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can sense a mood problem, and not take it personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who understands the difference between PMS, and a real problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can make you happy when your sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who tells you the truth even if you don't want to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will not hurt you intentionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is a sweet, romantic person who cherishes you no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that you can laugh with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who you can feel comfortable with and that you don't care what kind of weird stuff they see you do because you       know they will still love you no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you in spite of your little idiosyncrasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that would do anything to show how much they care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is a great pal, a great kisser, and a great lover! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who allows you to be yourself around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will respect you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cherishes your hopes and is kind to your dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows you're not perfect, but treats you as though you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-4604382974893687199?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-1492372480206233093</id><published>2008-06-26T11:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:49:55.194+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>Love Marriage VS Arranged Marriage - The IT Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: Resembles procedural programming language. We have some set functions like flirting, going to movies together, making long conversations on phone and then try to fit all functions to the candidate we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arranged Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: Similar to object oriented programming approach. We first fix the candidate and then try to implement functions on her. The main object is fixed and various functions are added to supplement the main program. The functions can be added or deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: It is a throwaway type of prototype as client requirements rises with time thus it is a dynamic system and difficult to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arranged Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: Requirements are well defined so use of waterfall model is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: Family system hangs because hardware called parents are not responding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arranged Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: Compatible with hardware Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: You are the project leader so u are responsible for implementation and execution of PROJECT- married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arranged Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: You are a team member under project leader parents so they are responsible for successful execution of project Married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: Client expectations include exciting feature as spouse cooking food, washing clothes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arranged Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: All these features are covered in the SRS as required features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: Acceptance test possible you can try before you Buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arranged Marriage&lt;/span&gt;: Product is sold on an as is where is basis. Product once sold will not be taken back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1492372480206233093?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1492372480206233093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1492372480206233093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1492372480206233093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1492372480206233093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-marriage-vs-arranged-marriage-it.html' title='Love Marriage VS Arranged Marriage - The IT Perspective'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3156119951043966677</id><published>2008-06-26T11:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:46:24.353+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>18 rules of life</title><content type='html'>Pursue achievable goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a genuine smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help they neighbours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain a youthful spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with the rich,the poor,the beautiful and the ugly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep cool under pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighten the atmosphere with humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the annoyance of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a few pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co operate and reap greater rewards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment with your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have high confidence in yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect the disadvantaged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge yourself occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to the almighty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take calculated risks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand money isn't every thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3156119951043966677?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3156119951043966677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3156119951043966677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3156119951043966677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3156119951043966677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/18-rules-of-life.html' title='18 rules of life'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-7715077085054435683</id><published>2008-06-26T11:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:43:01.708+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Self Management</title><content type='html'>You are responsible for everything that happens in your life. Learn to accept total responsibility for yourself. If you do not manage yourself, then you are letting others have control of your Life. These tips will help "you" manage "you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things that help you in self management and which will in turn lead you to the path of success: - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look at every new opportunity as an exciting and new-life experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Be a professional who exhibits self-confidence and self-assurance in your potential to complete any task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Agree with yourself in advance that you will have a good attitude toward the upcoming task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently ask, "Is what I am doing right now moving me toward my goals?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it right the first time and you will not have to take time later to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept responsibility for your job successes and failures. Do not look for a scapegoat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not view things you do as a "job." View all activities as a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your subconscious mind by telling it to do what you do want. Instead of telling yourself, "I can't do that very well," say, "I can do this very well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself points for completing tasks on your "to-do" list in priority order. When you reach 10 points, reward yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice your personal beliefs. It may be helpful each morning to take 15 minutes to gather your thoughts and say a prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a commitment to show someone a specific accomplishment on a certain date. The added urgency will help you feel motivated to have it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice self-determination, wanting to do it for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that you can be what you want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never criticize yourself as having a weakness. There is no such thing. You are only talking about a present undeveloped skill or part of yourself that if you so chose, you can change. You do not have any weakness, only untapped potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be pleasant all the time-no matter what the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge yourself to do things differently than you have in the past. It provides new ideas and keeps you interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to yourself. A self-talk using positive affirmation is something that is common among all great achievers. They convince themselves that &lt;br /&gt;they can accomplish their goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own "motivation board" by putting up notes of things you need to do on a bulletin board or special wall space. It is an easily visible way to see what you need to work on. When an item is done, remove the note. Also keep your goals listed and pictured on your board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay interested in what you are doing. Keep looking for what is interesting in your work. Change your perspective and look at it as someone outside your job would. &lt;br /&gt;Establish personal incentives and rewards to help maintain your own high enthusiasm and performance level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-7715077085054435683?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7715077085054435683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=7715077085054435683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7715077085054435683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7715077085054435683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/self-management.html' title='Self Management'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3087677522038158726</id><published>2008-06-25T15:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:46:20.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>THE COMPUTER ke yug ki RAMAYAN</title><content type='html'>LAN, LAN ago, in the SYSTEM of I/O-dhya, there ruled a PROCESSOR named DOS-rat.&lt;br /&gt;Once he EXECUTED a great sacrifice PROGRAM after which his queens&lt;br /&gt;gave an OUTPUT of four SUNs - RAM, LSIman, BUG-rat and SED-rughana.&lt;br /&gt;RAM the eldest was a MICROCHIP with excellent MEMORY . His brothers, however,were only PERIPHERAL ICs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when RAM was only 16MB, he married princess 'C'ta. 12 years passed and&lt;br /&gt;DOS-rat decided to INSTAL RAM as his successor. However, Queen CIE/CAE&lt;br /&gt;(Kayegayee), who was once offered a boon by DOS-rat for a life saving HELP&lt;br /&gt;COMMAND ,took this opportunity at the instigation of her BIOSed maid (a real&lt;br /&gt;plotter), and insisted that her son Bug-rat be INSTALLED and that RAM be&lt;br /&gt;BOOTED to the forest for 14 years. At this cruel and unexpected demand, a&lt;br /&gt;SURGE passed thru DOS-rat and he collapsed, power-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAM agreed to LOG INTO forest and 'C'ta insisted to LOGIN with him. &lt;br /&gt;LSI-man was also resolved on LOGGING IN with his brother.&lt;br /&gt;The forest was the dwelling of SPARC-nakha, the TRANSISTOR of RAW-van, PROCESSOR of LAN-ka.&lt;br /&gt;Attracted by RAM's stature, she proposed that he marry her. RAM,politely&lt;br /&gt;declined. Perceiving 'C'tato be the SOURSE CODE of her distress, she hastened to kill her. Weeping, SPARC-nakha fled to LAN-ka, where RAW-van,moved by TRANSISTOR's plight, approached his uncle MAR-icha. MAR-icha&lt;br /&gt;REPROGRAMED himself into the form of a golden stag and drew RAM deep into the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tired of chase, RAM shot the deer, who, with his last breath,cried outdesperately for LSI-man in RAM's voice. Fooled by this VIRTUAL RAM SOUND, 'C'ta urged LSI-man to his brother's aid. Catching the opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;RAW-van DELINKED 'C'ta from her LIBRARY and changed her ROOT DIRECTORY to LAN-ka. RAM and LSI-man started SEARCHING for the missing 'C'ta all over the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made friendship with the forest SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR SU-greev and his powerful co-processor Ha-NEUMAN. SU-greev agreed ...SU-greev agreed to help RAM.&lt;br /&gt;SU-greev ordered his PROGRAMMERS to use powerful 'SEARCH' techniques to FIND&lt;br /&gt;the missing 'C'ta. His PROGRAMMERS SEARCHED all around the INTER-NETworked&lt;br /&gt;forests. Many tried to 'EXCITE' the birds and animals not to forget the 'WEB&lt;br /&gt;CRAWLERS'( Insects) and tried to 'INFO SEEK' something about 'C'ta.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them even shouted 'YAA-HOO' but they all ended up with 'NOT FOUND'&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGES.&lt;br /&gt;Several other SEARCH techniques proved useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-NEUMAN devised a RISKy TECHNOLOGY and used it to cross the seas at an&lt;br /&gt;astonishing CLOCK SPEED. Soon Ha-NEUMAN DOWNLOADED himself into LAN-ka.&lt;br /&gt;After doing some local SEARCH, Ha-NEUMAN found 'C'ta weeping under a TREE&lt;br /&gt;STRUCTURE. Ha-NEUMAN used a LOGIN ID (ring) to identify himself to&lt;br /&gt;'C'ta. After DECRYPTING THE KEY, 'C'ta believed in him and asked him to send a STATUS_OK MESSAGE to RAM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile all the raakshasa BUGS around 'C'ta captured Ha-NEUMAN and tried to DELETE him using pyro-techniques. But Ha-NEUMAN managed to spread chaos by spreading the VIRUS 'Fire'. Ha-NEUMAN happily pressed ESCAPE from&lt;br /&gt;LAN-ka and conveyed all the STATUS MESSAGES to RAM and SU-greev.RAW-wan decided to take the all powerful RAM head-on and prepared for the battle.One of the RAW-wan's SUN (son) almost DELETED RAM &amp; LSI-man with a&lt;br /&gt;powerful brahma-astra. But Ha-NEUMAN resorted to some ACTIVE-X gradientsand REBOOTED RAM and LSI-man. RAM used the SOURCE CODE secrets of RAW-wan and once for all wiped out RAW-wan's presense on earth. After the&lt;br /&gt;battle, RAM got INSTALLED in I/O-dhya and spreaded his MICRO SOFT WORKS and other&lt;br /&gt;USER FRIENDLY PROGRAMS to all USERS and every one lived happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3087677522038158726?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3087677522038158726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3087677522038158726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3087677522038158726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3087677522038158726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/computer-ke-yug-ki-ramayan.html' title='THE COMPUTER ke yug ki RAMAYAN'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-690286932944287749</id><published>2008-06-25T14:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:29:07.192+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Paradoxes of Our Times</title><content type='html'>Today we have bigger houses and smaller families.More conveniences, but less time&lt;br /&gt;We have more degrees,but less common sense.&lt;br /&gt;More knowledge, but less judgment.&lt;br /&gt;We have more experts, but more problems.&lt;br /&gt;More medicine, but less wellness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend too recklessly;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh too little,&lt;br /&gt;Drive too fast,&lt;br /&gt;Get too angry too quickly,&lt;br /&gt;Stay up too late,&lt;br /&gt;Read too little,&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve multiplied our possessions,but reduced our values.&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much, love too little,and lie too often.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learned how to make a living,but not a life.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve added years to life, not life to years&lt;br /&gt;We have taller buildings,but shorter tempers;&lt;br /&gt;Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;We spend more, but have less.&lt;br /&gt;We buy more, but enjoy it less.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet our neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;We’ve conquered outer space,But not inner space.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve split the atom,But not our prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;We write more, learn less; plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.&lt;br /&gt;We have higher incomes, but lower morals.&lt;br /&gt;We build more computers to hold more information,to produce more copies,But have less communications. &lt;br /&gt;We are long on quantity, But short on quality.&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;&lt;br /&gt;Tall men and short characters&lt;br /&gt;More leisure and less fun;&lt;br /&gt;More kinds of foods, but less nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;Two incomes, but more divorces.&lt;br /&gt;Fancier houses, but broken homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i propose that as of today&lt;br /&gt;you dont keep anything for special ocassions,&lt;br /&gt;because everyday you live is a special ocassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for knowledge.Read More.&lt;br /&gt;sit on yor front proch and a&lt;br /&gt;Admire the view without paying &lt;br /&gt;Attention to your needs.&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Eat your favourite foods and visit the places you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is chain of moments of enjoyment,&lt;br /&gt;not only about survival.&lt;br /&gt;Use your crystal goblets. Dont save your best perfume,&lt;br /&gt;use it every time you feel you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove from your vocabulary phrases like &lt;br /&gt;"one of these days" and "someday".&lt;br /&gt;write that letter you've thought about writing .&lt;br /&gt;Tell your family and friends how much you love them.&lt;br /&gt;dont delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life.&lt;br /&gt;Every day, every hour and every minute is special.&lt;br /&gt;You dont know if it will be your last ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-690286932944287749?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/690286932944287749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=690286932944287749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/690286932944287749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/690286932944287749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/paradoxes-of-our-times.html' title='Paradoxes of Our Times'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8423231463794396194</id><published>2008-06-13T11:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:10:21.141+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>A or B?</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time a Washerman was bringing up two donkeys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us say Donkey-A and Donkey-B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey-A felt it was very energetic and could do better than the other. It always tried to pull the washerman's attraction over it by &lt;br /&gt;taking more load and walking fast in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent Donkey-B is normal, so it will walk normal, irrespective of the washerman's presence. After a period of time, Washerman started pressurising Donkey-B to be like Donkey-A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Donkey-B unable to walk fast, got continuous punishment from washerman.It was crying and told personally to Donkey-A "Dear friend, only we two are here,why to compete with each other....we can carry equal load at normal speed ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made Donkey-A all the more energetic and next day it told to washerman that it can carry more load and even it can run fast also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously happier washerman looked at Donkey-B.., his BP raised and hestarted kicking Donkey-B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day with smile, Donkey-A carried more load and started running fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was breathtaking for Donkey-B and it couldn't act that way.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the washerman was frustrated, so he harassed Donkey-B terribly, and finally it fell down hopelessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Donkey-A felt itself as a supremo and happily started carrying more load with great speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the Load of the Donkey-B is also being carried by Donkey-A., and still it has to run fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some period it did, finally due to fatigue it got tired and started feeling the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But washerman expected more from Donkey-A. It also tried best, but couldn't cope up with his owners demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Washerman got angry with Donkey-A also and started harassing to take more load... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey-A was crying for long time and then tried its best... But it couldn't meet the owner's satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when due to frustration the washerman killed Donkey-A and went for searching some other Donkeys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an endless story....... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moral of the Story in Corporate and social life is......, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Think all colleagues are same and that everyone is capable.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Share the Load equally..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever act smart in front of your Boss and never try for getting over-credit. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel happy when ur colleague is under pressure… " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if u r A or B, for the Boss u shall be always DONKEY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, Never Work Hard, Work Cleverly..... !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8423231463794396194?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8423231463794396194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8423231463794396194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8423231463794396194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8423231463794396194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/or-b.html' title='A or B?'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3366076063321736384</id><published>2008-06-13T11:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:08:36.840+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Procedures &amp; Policies</title><content type='html'>A good read! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this experiment they put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling. Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and beat him up. Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other monkeys are doing the obvious, but, undaunted, he immediately begins to climb the ladder. All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no idea why? However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him. This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he's not on the receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other monkeys are doing it. However, he has no idea why he's attacking the new monkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced, eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever sprayed by ice water. None of them attempt to climb the ladder. All of them will enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'That's how many company policies and procedures get established'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3366076063321736384?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3366076063321736384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3366076063321736384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3366076063321736384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3366076063321736384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/procedures-policies.html' title='Procedures &amp; Policies'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3112376764377016923</id><published>2008-06-13T11:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:06:46.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>PERSONAL PERCEPTION</title><content type='html'>Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey? "Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3112376764377016923?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3112376764377016923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3112376764377016923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3112376764377016923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3112376764377016923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/personal-perception.html' title='PERSONAL PERCEPTION'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-7479284820509217083</id><published>2008-06-13T11:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:05:02.558+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>The Shanghai Taxi Driver's MBA Lecture</title><content type='html'>The Shanghai Taxi Driver's MBA Lecture &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to go from Xujiahui to the airport, so I hurriedly concluded a &lt;br /&gt;meeting and I was looking for a taxi in front of the Meiluo building. A &lt;br /&gt;taxi driver saw me and very professionally came in a straight line and &lt;br /&gt;stopped right in front of me. Thus followed the story that astonished me &lt;br /&gt;greatly as if I had attended a lively MBA course. In order to faithfully &lt;br /&gt;preserve the intent of the taxi driver, I have tried to reproduce his &lt;br /&gt;original words according to my memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you want to go? Good, the airport. At Xujiahui, I loved to get &lt;br /&gt;business in front of the Meiluo building. Over here, I only work two &lt;br /&gt;places: Meiluo building and Junyao building. Did you know? Before I &lt;br /&gt;picked you up, I circled around Meiluo building twice before I saw you! &lt;br /&gt;People who come out of office building are definitely not going to some &lt;br /&gt;place nearby ...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? You have a method!" I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A taxi driver must also have scientific methods," he said. I was &lt;br /&gt;surprised and I got curious: "What scientific methods?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to know statistics. I have made detailed calculations. Let me &lt;br /&gt;tell you. I operate the car 17 hours a day, and my hourly cost is 34.5 &lt;br /&gt;RMB ...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you arrive at that?" I asked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You calculate. I have to pay 380 RMB to the company each day for the &lt;br /&gt;car. The gas is about 210 RMB. I work 17 hours per day. On an hourly &lt;br /&gt;basis, the fixed cost is the 22 RMB that I give to the taxi company and &lt;br /&gt;an average of 12.5 RMB per hour in gasoline expenses. Isn't that 34.5 &lt;br /&gt;RMB?" I was a bit surprised. I have taken taxis for ten years, but this &lt;br /&gt;is the first time that a taxi driver has calculated the costs this way. &lt;br /&gt;Previously, the taxi drivers all tell me that the cost per kilometre was &lt;br /&gt;0.3 RMB in addition to the total company fee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Costs should not be calculated on a per-kilometre basis. It should be &lt;br /&gt;calculated on an hourly basis. You see, each meter has a 'review' &lt;br /&gt;function through which you can see the details of the day. I have done a &lt;br /&gt;data analysis. The average time gap between customers is seven minutes. &lt;br /&gt;If I started counting the costs when someone gets in, it is 10 RMB for &lt;br /&gt;about 10 minutes. That means each 10 RMB customer takes 17 minutes of &lt;br /&gt;time, which costs 9.8 RMB (=34.5 x 17 / 60). This is not making money! &lt;br /&gt;If we say that customers who want to go to Pudong, Hangzhou or Qingpu &lt;br /&gt;are like meals, then a 10 RMB customer is not even a bite of food. You &lt;br /&gt;can only say that this is just a sprinkle of MSG." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! This driver did not sound like a taxi driver. He seemed more like &lt;br /&gt;an accountant. "So what you do then?" I was even more interested and I &lt;br /&gt;continued my questioning. It looked like I was going to learn something &lt;br /&gt;new on the way to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must not let the customer lead you all over the place. You decide &lt;br /&gt;what you want to do based upon the location, time and customer." I was &lt;br /&gt;very surprised, but this sounded significant. "Someone said that the &lt;br /&gt;taxi driving is a profession that depends on luck. I don't think so. You &lt;br /&gt;have to stand in the position of the customer and consider things from &lt;br /&gt;the customer's perspective." This sounded very professional, and very &lt;br /&gt;much like many business management teachers who say "put yourself in &lt;br /&gt;others' shoes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you an example. You are at the entrance to a hospital. &lt;br /&gt;There is someone holding some medicine and there is someone else holding &lt;br /&gt;a wash basin. Which person will you pick up?" I thought about it and I &lt;br /&gt;said that I didn't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You take the one with the wash basin. If you have a minor complaint &lt;br /&gt;that you want to be examined and to get some medicine, you don't usually &lt;br /&gt;go to a faraway hospital. Anyone who is carrying a wash basin has just &lt;br /&gt;been discharged from the hospital. When people enter the hospital, some &lt;br /&gt;of them die. Today, someone on the second floor dies. Tomorrow, someone &lt;br /&gt;on the third floor dies. Those who make it out of the hospital usually &lt;br /&gt;have a feeling of having been given a second life and they recognize the &lt;br /&gt;meaning of life again -- health is the most important thing. So on that &lt;br /&gt;day, that person told me, "Go ... go to Qingpu." He did not even blink. &lt;br /&gt;Would you say that he wanted to take a taxi to People's Plaza to &lt;br /&gt;transfer to the Qingpu line subway? Absolutely not!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to admire him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you another example. That day at People's Plaza, three &lt;br /&gt;people were waving at me. One was a young woman who had just finished &lt;br /&gt;shopping and was holding some small bags. Another was a young couple who &lt;br /&gt;were out for a stroll. The third one was a man who wore a silk shirt and &lt;br /&gt;a down jacket and holding a notebook computer bag. I spent three seconds &lt;br /&gt;looking at each person and I stopped in front of the man without &lt;br /&gt;hesitation. When the man got in, he said: 'Yannan Elevated Highway. &lt;br /&gt;South North Elevated Highway ....' Before even finishing, he could not &lt;br /&gt;help but ask, 'Why did you stop in front of me without hesitating? There &lt;br /&gt;were two people in front. They wanted to get on as well. I was too &lt;br /&gt;embarrassed to fight with them.' I replied, 'It is around noon and just &lt;br /&gt;a dozen or so minutes before one o'clock. That young woman must have &lt;br /&gt;slipped out at noon to buy something and I guess that her company must &lt;br /&gt;be nearby. That couple are tourists because they are not holding &lt;br /&gt;anything and they are not going to travel far. You are going out on &lt;br /&gt;business. You are holding a notebook computer bag, so I can tell that &lt;br /&gt;this is business. If you are going out at this time, I guess that it &lt;br /&gt;would not be too close.' The man said, 'You are right. I'm going to &lt;br /&gt;Baoshan.'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are those people wearing pyjamas in front of supermarkets or subway &lt;br /&gt;stations going to travel far? Are they going to the airport? The airport &lt;br /&gt;is not going to let them enter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes sense! I was liking this more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many drivers complain that business is tough and the price of gas has &lt;br /&gt;gone up. They are trying to pin the cause down on other people. If you &lt;br /&gt;keep pinning the cause on other people, you will never get any better. &lt;br /&gt;You must look at yourself to see where the problem is." This sounds very &lt;br /&gt;familiar. It seems like "If you cannot change the world, then you should &lt;br /&gt;change yourself" or perhaps a pirated copy of Steven Corey's "Circles of &lt;br /&gt;Influence and Concern." "One time, on Nandan Road, someone flagged me &lt;br /&gt;down and wanted to go to Tianlin. Later on, someone else flagged me down &lt;br /&gt;on Nandan Road and he also wanted to go to Tianlin. So I asked, 'How &lt;br /&gt;come all you people who come out on Nandan Road want to go to Tianlin?' &lt;br /&gt;He said, 'There is a public bus depot at Nandan Road. We all take the &lt;br /&gt;public bus from Pudong to there, and then we take the taxi to Tianlin. &lt;br /&gt;So I understood. For example, you look at the road that we just passed. &lt;br /&gt;There are no offices, no hotels, nothing. Just a public bus station. &lt;br /&gt;Those people who flag down taxis there are mostly people who just got &lt;br /&gt;off the public bus, and they look for the shortest road for a taxi. &lt;br /&gt;People who flag down taxis here will usually ride not more than 15 RMB." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, I say that the attitude determines everything!" I have heard &lt;br /&gt;dozens of company CEOs say that, but this was the first time that I &lt;br /&gt;heard a taxi driver say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to use scientific methods and statistics to conduct business. &lt;br /&gt;Those people who wait at the subway exits every day for business will &lt;br /&gt;never make money. How are you going to provide for your wife and kids at &lt;br /&gt;500 RMB a month? This is murder? This is slowly murdering your whole &lt;br /&gt;family. You must arm yourself with knowledge. You have to learn &lt;br /&gt;knowledge to become a smart person. A smart person learns knowledge in &lt;br /&gt;order to become a very smart person. A very smart person learns &lt;br /&gt;knowledge in order to become a genius." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One time, a person wanted a taxi in order to get to the train station. &lt;br /&gt;I asked him how he wanted to go. He told me how to get there. I said &lt;br /&gt;that was slow. I said to get on the elevated highway and go this other &lt;br /&gt;way. He said that it was a longer way. I said, 'No problem. You have &lt;br /&gt;experience because you go that way frequently. It costs you 50 RMB. If &lt;br /&gt;you go my way, I will turn off the meter when it reaches 50 RMB. You can &lt;br /&gt;just pay me 50 RMB. Anything more is mine. If you go your way, it will &lt;br /&gt;take 50 minutes. If I go my way, it will take 25 minutes.' So in the &lt;br /&gt;end, we went my way. We travelled an additional four kilometres but 25 &lt;br /&gt;minutes quicker. I accepted only 50 RMB. The customer was very delighted &lt;br /&gt;for saving about 10 RMB. This extra four kilometres cost me just over 1 &lt;br /&gt;RMB in gas. So I have swapped 1 RMB for 25 extra minutes of my time. As &lt;br /&gt;I just said, my hourly cost is 34.5 RMB. It was quite worthwhile for &lt;br /&gt;me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a public taxi company, an ordinary driver takes three to four &lt;br /&gt;thousand RMB home per month. The good driver can get around five &lt;br /&gt;thousand. The top driver can get seven thousand RMB. Out of the 20,000 &lt;br /&gt;drivers, there are about two to three who can make more than 8,000 RMB a &lt;br /&gt;month. I am one of those two or three. Furthermore, it is very stable &lt;br /&gt;without too much fluctuation." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! By this point, I admired this taxi driver more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I often say that I am a happy driver. Some people say, 'That's because &lt;br /&gt;you earn a lot of money. Of course, you must be happy.' I tell them, &lt;br /&gt;'You are wrong. This is because I have a happy and active mind, and that &lt;br /&gt;is why I make a lot of money.'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful way to put it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to appreciate the beauty that your work brings. Stuck in a &lt;br /&gt;traffic jam at People's Plaza, many drivers complain, 'Oh, there's a &lt;br /&gt;traffic jam again! What rotten luck!' You must not be like that. You &lt;br /&gt;should try to experience the beauty of the city. There are many pretty &lt;br /&gt;girls passing by. There are many tall modern buildings; although you &lt;br /&gt;cannot afford them, you can still enjoy them with an appreciative look. &lt;br /&gt;While driving to the airport, you can look at the greenery on both &lt;br /&gt;sides. In the winter, it is white. How beautiful! Look at the meter -- &lt;br /&gt;it is more than 100 RMB. That is even more beautiful! Each job has its &lt;br /&gt;own beauty. We need to learn how to experience that beauty in our work." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten years ago, I was a general instructor at Johnson's. Eight years &lt;br /&gt;ago, I had been the department manager for three different departments. &lt;br /&gt;I quit because there was no point in making three or five thousand a &lt;br /&gt;month. I decided to become a taxi driver. I want to be a happy driver. &lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the airport, I gave him my business card and said, &lt;br /&gt;"Are you interested in coming this Friday to my office and explain to &lt;br /&gt;the Microsoft workers about how you operate your taxi? You can treat it &lt;br /&gt;as if your meter is running at 60 kilometres per hour. I will pay you &lt;br /&gt;for the time that you talk to us. Give me a call." Then I began to write &lt;br /&gt;down his lively MBA lecture on the airplane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-7479284820509217083?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7479284820509217083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=7479284820509217083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7479284820509217083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7479284820509217083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/shanghai-taxi-drivers-mba-lecture.html' title='The Shanghai Taxi Driver&apos;s MBA Lecture'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-1938232365242094835</id><published>2008-06-13T11:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:01:18.757+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Precious Gift</title><content type='html'>A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did so without hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traveler left rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But, a few days later, he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know how valuable this stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me this stone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it's not the wealth you have but what's inside you that others need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1938232365242094835?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1938232365242094835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1938232365242094835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1938232365242094835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1938232365242094835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/precious-gift.html' title='Precious Gift'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3212564845717959055</id><published>2008-06-13T10:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:00:05.817+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Struggle a Little - Then Fly</title><content type='html'>Once a biology class was going on.. The teacher was teaching the class on how a butterfly comes out of its cocoon... He brought a live cocoon to demonstrate a butterfly coming out... Unfortunately he was called out on an urgent task before &lt;br /&gt;the butterfly could come out... But before he went he warned the class that &lt;br /&gt;on no condition should anyone help the butterfly to come out... He &lt;br /&gt;went out and after some time the cocoon opened and the butterfly started to come out... One boy taking pity on the butterfly's struggle helped it to come out... The sir returned and saw the butterfly and then asked the class... Who helped the butterfly.. The boy raised his hand and confessed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sir said u did grave error in helping the butterfly... In helping it u deprived the butterfly of it life's goal... &lt;br /&gt;The initial struggle out of the cocoon should help the butterfly strengthen its wings... now it will never fly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also in some ways like this butterfly... &lt;br /&gt;Now read on ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes Struggles are exactly what we need in our life. &lt;br /&gt;If we were to go through life without any obstacles, &lt;br /&gt;It would cripple us. &lt;br /&gt;We would not be as strong as we could have been &lt;br /&gt;And we could never fly. &lt;br /&gt;So next time you are faced with an obstacle, &lt;br /&gt;A challenge, or a problem, &lt;br /&gt;Struggle a little- then fly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3212564845717959055?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3212564845717959055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3212564845717959055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3212564845717959055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3212564845717959055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/struggle-little-then-fly.html' title='Struggle a Little - Then Fly'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3696956957513519568</id><published>2008-06-13T10:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:56:25.284+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Lunch With God</title><content type='html'>A little boy wanted to meet God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root beer and he started his journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a Twinkie . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you look so happy ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and asked, "Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy ?" She replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before her son responded, she added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected." Too often we underestimate the power of a touch,! ! a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. Remember, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't know what God will look like. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3696956957513519568?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3696956957513519568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3696956957513519568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3696956957513519568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3696956957513519568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/lunch-with-god.html' title='Lunch With God'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-4403405304078715794</id><published>2008-06-13T10:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:53:21.809+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>A MEssage by George Carlin</title><content type='html'>(For those that may not know...George Carlin is a comedian that was &lt;br /&gt;very popular in the 70's. His humor was often "off color" which makes &lt;br /&gt;this message a nice surprise.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Message by George Carlin: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings &lt;br /&gt;but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less &lt;br /&gt;judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less &lt;br /&gt;wellness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too &lt;br /&gt;little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too &lt;br /&gt;tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've added years to life, not life to years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing &lt;br /&gt;the street to meet a new neighbor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We conquered outer space but not inner space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done larger things, but not better things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We write more, but learn less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more &lt;br /&gt;copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and &lt;br /&gt;small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, &lt;br /&gt;but broken homes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, &lt;br /&gt;one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from &lt;br /&gt;cheer, to quiet, to kill... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in &lt;br /&gt;the stockroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not &lt;br /&gt;going to be around forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, &lt;br /&gt;because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is &lt;br /&gt;the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a &lt;br /&gt;cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, &lt;br /&gt;but most of all "mean it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person &lt;br /&gt;will not be there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the &lt;br /&gt;precious thoughts in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the &lt;br /&gt;moments that take our breath away.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Carlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-4403405304078715794?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/4403405304078715794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=4403405304078715794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4403405304078715794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4403405304078715794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/message-by-george-carlin.html' title='A MEssage by George Carlin'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-563080904768069933</id><published>2008-06-13T10:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:51:56.726+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>PUT THE GLASS DOWN</title><content type='html'>A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He &lt;br /&gt;held it up for all to see &amp; asked the students,' How much do you think this &lt;br /&gt;glass weighs?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'50gms!' .... '100gms!' ......'125gms' ......the students answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I really don't know unless I weigh it,' said the professor, 'but, my &lt;br /&gt;question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few &lt;br /&gt;minutes?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing' the students said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the &lt;br /&gt;professor asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress &amp; paralysis &amp; &lt;br /&gt;have to go to hospital for sure!' ventured another student &amp; all the &lt;br /&gt;students laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?' &lt;br /&gt;asked the professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then what caused the arm ache &amp; the muscle stress?' The students were &lt;br /&gt;puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Put the glass down!' said one of the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Exactly!' said the professor.' Life's problems are something like this. &lt;br /&gt;Hold it for a few minutes in your head &amp; they seem OK. Think of them for a &lt;br /&gt;long time &amp; they begin to ache. Hold it even longer &amp; they begin to &lt;br /&gt;paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but EVEN &lt;br /&gt;MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before you go to &lt;br /&gt;sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh &amp; strong &lt;br /&gt;&amp; can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as it becomes time for you to leave office today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember friend to 'PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY! '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-563080904768069933?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/563080904768069933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=563080904768069933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/563080904768069933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/563080904768069933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/put-glass-down.html' title='PUT THE GLASS DOWN'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-912050855177995321</id><published>2008-06-13T10:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:50:07.719+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>MY NAME IS ROSE</title><content type='html'>The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. &lt;br /&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: &lt;br /&gt;"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. &lt;br /&gt;There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. &lt;br /&gt;"You have to laugh and find humour every day. &lt;br /&gt;"You've got to have a dream. &lt;br /&gt;When you lose your dreams, you die. &lt;br /&gt;We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued: "The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change." "Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." &lt;br /&gt;She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. &lt;br /&gt;One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it! We send these words in loving memory of ROSE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-912050855177995321?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/912050855177995321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=912050855177995321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/912050855177995321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/912050855177995321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-name-is-rose.html' title='MY NAME IS ROSE'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-4343063509361346717</id><published>2008-06-13T10:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:47:38.669+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS TRUE LOVE</title><content type='html'>The teacher said: in order to answer your question, go to the paddy field and choose the biggest paddy and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big paddy, but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later. Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for &lt;br /&gt;him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when he finished more than half of the paddy field, he start to realize that the paddy is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know &lt;br /&gt;he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The teacher told him, this is love... you keep looking for a better one, &lt;br /&gt;but when later you realize, you have already miss the person &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student asked: What is marriage then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said: In order to answer your question, go to the corn field &lt;br /&gt;and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfied, and came back to the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The teacher told him, this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one hat is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... this is marriage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-4343063509361346717?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/4343063509361346717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=4343063509361346717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4343063509361346717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/4343063509361346717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-true-love.html' title='WHAT IS TRUE LOVE'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-1765839461050574031</id><published>2008-06-13T10:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:46:05.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>A great example</title><content type='html'>Imagine you're in London's Heathrow Airport. While you're waiting for your flight, you notice a kiosk selling shortbread cookies. You buy a box, put them in your travelling bag and then you patiently search for an available seat so you can sit down and enjoy your cookies. Finally you find a seat next to a gentleman. You reach down into your travelling bag and pull out your box of shortbread cookies. As you do so, you notice that the gentleman starts watching you intensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stares as you open the box and his eyes follow your hand as you pick up the cookie and bring it to your mouth. Just then he reaches over and takes one of your cookies from the box, and eats it! You're more than a little surprised at this. Actually, you're at a loss for words. Not only does he take one cookie, but he alternates with you. For every one cookie you take, he takes one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's your immediate impression of this guy? Crazy? Greedy? He's got some nerve! Can you imagine the words you might use to describe this man to your associates back at the office? Meanwhile, you both continue eating the cookies until there's just one left. To your surprise, the man reaches over and takes it. But then he does something unexpected. He breaks it in half, and gives half to you. After he's finished with his half he gets up, and without a word, he leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think to yourself, "Did this really happen?" You're left sitting there dumbfounded and still hungry. So you go back to the kiosk and buy another box of cookies. You then return to your seat and begin opening your new box of cookies when suddenly you glance down into your travelling bag. Sitting there in your bag is your original box of cookies.........still unopened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then do you realize that when you reached down earlier, you had reached into the other man's bag, and grabbed his box of cookies by mistake. Now what do you think of the man? Generous? Tolerant? You've just experienced a profound paradigm shift. You're seeing things from a new point of view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to change your point of view? Now, think of this story as it relates to your life. Seeing things from a new point of view can be very enlightening. Think outside the box. Don't settle for the status quo. Be open to suggestions. Things may not be what they seem. Unless and until, one realizes about the fact, no one will change his or her view of thinking in spite of lot of external factors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every Point has THREE Sides; Your Side, My Side and The Right Side. To understand either the Other's Side or the Right Side, one needs to leave His Side..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1765839461050574031?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1765839461050574031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1765839461050574031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1765839461050574031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1765839461050574031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-example.html' title='A great example'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-6261580214177335459</id><published>2008-06-13T10:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:43:45.725+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>CHINESE STORY</title><content type='html'>A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married &amp; &lt;br /&gt;Went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by &lt;br /&gt;Many of her mother-in-law' s habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li &lt;br /&gt;Constantly . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law &lt;br /&gt;Never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even &lt;br /&gt;Worse was that, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow &lt;br /&gt;To her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and &lt;br /&gt;Unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband great distress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law' s bad temper &lt;br /&gt;And dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about &lt;br /&gt;It. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison &lt;br /&gt;So that she could solve the problem once and for all. Mr. Huang thought &lt;br /&gt;For a while,and finally said, " Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, &lt;br /&gt;But you must listen to me and obey what I tell you ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li said, " Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to &lt;br /&gt;Do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few &lt;br /&gt;Minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, " &lt;br /&gt;You can't use a quick-acting Poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people To become suspicious . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly &lt;br /&gt;Build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some &lt;br /&gt;delicious meal and Put a little of these herbs in her serving. &lt;br /&gt;Now, in order to make sure That nobody suspect you when she dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like &lt;br /&gt;A queen ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to &lt;br /&gt;Start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;Weeks went by and months Went by, and every other day, &lt;br /&gt;Li-Li served the specially treated food to her Mother-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about &lt;br /&gt;Avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her &lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. &lt;br /&gt;Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't had an argument with her mother-in-law in six &lt;br /&gt;Months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mother-in-law' s attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li Like her own daughter. &lt;br /&gt;She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the Best daughter-in- law one could ever find. &lt;br /&gt;Li-Li and her mother-in-law &lt;br /&gt;Were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help &lt;br /&gt;Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, " Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from &lt;br /&gt;Killing my mother-in-law! She's changed into such a nice woman, and I &lt;br /&gt;Love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison &lt;br /&gt;I gave her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. " Li-Li, there's &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. &lt;br /&gt;The herbs I gave &lt;br /&gt;You were vitamins to improve her health. &lt;br /&gt;The only poison was in your &lt;br /&gt;Mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the Love which you gave to her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU REALIZED that how you treat others is exactly how &lt;br /&gt;They will treat you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a wise Chinese saying: " The person who loves Others will also be loved in return." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God might be trying to work in another person's life through you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-6261580214177335459?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/6261580214177335459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=6261580214177335459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6261580214177335459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6261580214177335459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/chinese-story.html' title='CHINESE STORY'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8657960296051099689</id><published>2008-06-13T10:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:38:25.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Lateral Thinking</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, when a person who owed money could be thrown into &lt;br /&gt;jail, a merchant in London had the misfortune to owe a huge sum to a &lt;br /&gt;money-lender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money-lender, who was old, ugly and wicked, fancied the merchant's &lt;br /&gt;beautiful teenage daughter. He proposed a bargain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he would cancel the merchant's debt if he could have the girl &lt;br /&gt;instead. Both the merchant and his daughter were horrified at the &lt;br /&gt;proposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cunning money-lender proposed that they let Providence decide &lt;br /&gt;the matter. He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white &lt;br /&gt;pebble into an empty money-bag and then the girl would have to pick out &lt;br /&gt;one of the pebbles. If she chose the black pebble, she would become his &lt;br /&gt;wife and her father's debt would be cancelled. If she chose the white &lt;br /&gt;pebble she would stay with her father and the debt would still be &lt;br /&gt;cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she refused to pick out a pebble,her father would be thrown into jail &lt;br /&gt;and she would starve. Reluctantly, the merchant agreed. They were &lt;br /&gt;standing on a pebble-strewn path in the merchant's garden as they talked &lt;br /&gt;and the money-lender stooped down to pick up the two pebbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he picked up the pebbles, the girl, sharp-eyed with fright, noticed that &lt;br /&gt;he picked up two black pebbles and put them into the money-bag. He &lt;br /&gt;then asked the girl to pick out the pebble that was to decide her fate and &lt;br /&gt;that of her father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you are standing on the path in the merchant's garden. What &lt;br /&gt;would you have done if you had been the unfortunate girl? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to take a pebble? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point out that there are two black pebbles in the bag and expose the &lt;br /&gt;money-lender as a cheat ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a black pebble and sacrifice yourself in order to save your father &lt;br /&gt;from prison? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the suggestions in this situation is very helpful, for if the girl &lt;br /&gt;does not take a pebble her father goes to prison, and if she does take a &lt;br /&gt;pebble, then she has to marry the money- lender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, THINK LATERALLY! What do you think the girl did?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the pebble story put her hand into the money-bag and drew &lt;br /&gt;out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall to the path, &lt;br /&gt;where it was immediately lost among all the others. "Oh, how clumsy of me," she said, "but never mind - if you look into the bag you will be able &lt;br /&gt;to tell which pebble I took by the Colour of the one that is left." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the remaining pebble is of course black, it must be assumed that &lt;br /&gt;she had taken the white pebble, since the money-lender dare not admit &lt;br /&gt;his dishonesty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, using lateral thinking, the girl changes what &lt;br /&gt;seems an impossible situation into an extremely advantageous one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Most of the complex problems do have a solution &lt;br /&gt;its only that we dont attempt to think. SO START THINKING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8657960296051099689?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8657960296051099689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8657960296051099689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8657960296051099689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8657960296051099689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/lateral-thinking.html' title='Lateral Thinking'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-75000728547708154</id><published>2008-06-13T10:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:34:38.920+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Bond of Trust</title><content type='html'>Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a big difference," replied the little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold urs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-75000728547708154?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/75000728547708154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=75000728547708154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/75000728547708154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/75000728547708154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/bond-of-trust.html' title='Bond of Trust'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3510811761231226794</id><published>2008-06-13T10:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:16.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Choose your reason to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFH_ja0dWrI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MoQW8sRw0H8/s1600-h/2298980061_83a90173f6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFH_ja0dWrI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MoQW8sRw0H8/s400/2298980061_83a90173f6_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211227227804228274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive &lt;br /&gt;young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the &lt;br /&gt;steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the &lt;br /&gt;location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat &lt;br /&gt;he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her &lt;br /&gt;briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a year since Susan became blind. Due to a medical &lt;br /&gt;misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly &lt;br /&gt;thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How could this have happened to me?' she would plead, her heart &lt;br /&gt;knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or &lt;br /&gt;prayed, she knew the painful truth, her sight was never going to &lt;br /&gt;return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic &lt;br /&gt;spirit. All she had to cling to was her husband Mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his &lt;br /&gt;heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into &lt;br /&gt;despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength she &lt;br /&gt;needed to become independent again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she &lt;br /&gt;get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to &lt;br /&gt;get around the city by herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they &lt;br /&gt;worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and &lt;br /&gt;fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure &lt;br /&gt;about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Mark realized that &lt;br /&gt;this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted &lt;br /&gt;to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him &lt;br /&gt;cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? &lt;br /&gt;Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking &lt;br /&gt;the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I &lt;br /&gt;supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning &lt;br /&gt;me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's heart broke but he knew what had to be done. He promised &lt;br /&gt;Susan that each day he would ride the bus with her until she got &lt;br /&gt;the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, &lt;br /&gt;military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each &lt;br /&gt;day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught her how to rely on her other senses to determine &lt;br /&gt;where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped &lt;br /&gt;her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save &lt;br /&gt;her a seat. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark &lt;br /&gt;would take a cab back to his office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the &lt;br /&gt;previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan &lt;br /&gt;would be able to ride the bus on her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Susan decided &lt;br /&gt;that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning &lt;br /&gt;arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her &lt;br /&gt;temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. &lt;br /&gt;Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his &lt;br /&gt;patience, his love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said good-bye, and for the first time, they &lt;br /&gt;went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.... &lt;br /&gt;Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt &lt;br /&gt;better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was &lt;br /&gt;paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure &lt;br /&gt;envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or &lt;br /&gt;not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had &lt;br /&gt;struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? "Why &lt;br /&gt;do you envy me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and &lt;br /&gt;protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was &lt;br /&gt;talking about, "What do you mean?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver said, "You know, &lt;br /&gt;every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a &lt;br /&gt;military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you &lt;br /&gt;when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely &lt;br /&gt;and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he &lt;br /&gt;blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are &lt;br /&gt;one lucky lady." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she &lt;br /&gt;couldn't see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was &lt;br /&gt;blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than &lt;br /&gt;sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love &lt;br /&gt;that can bring light where there had been darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is &lt;br /&gt;beautiful because you love her..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3510811761231226794?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3510811761231226794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3510811761231226794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3510811761231226794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3510811761231226794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/choose-your-reason-to-love.html' title='Choose your reason to love'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFH_ja0dWrI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MoQW8sRw0H8/s72-c/2298980061_83a90173f6_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-1574043988693969607</id><published>2008-06-13T10:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:16.900+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Around the Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFH9z009JjI/AAAAAAAAAmo/QdHq3VBiHVY/s1600-h/sfbhsfh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFH9z009JjI/AAAAAAAAAmo/QdHq3VBiHVY/s400/sfbhsfh.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211225310640285234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner I have a friend, &lt;br /&gt;In this great city that has no end, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, &lt;br /&gt;And before I know it, a year is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never see my old friends face, &lt;br /&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows I like him just as well, &lt;br /&gt;As in the days when I rang his bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he rang mine but we were younger then, &lt;br /&gt;And now we are busy, tired men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game, &lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to make a name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim &lt;br /&gt;Just to show that I'm thinking of him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, &lt;br /&gt;And distance between us grows and grows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, yet miles away, &lt;br /&gt;"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end. &lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember to always say what you mean. &lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, tell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell someone what &lt;br /&gt;they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time it &lt;br /&gt;might be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most importantly, stay close to &lt;br /&gt;your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that &lt;br /&gt;you are today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1574043988693969607?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1574043988693969607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1574043988693969607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1574043988693969607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1574043988693969607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/around-corner.html' title='Around the Corner'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFH9z009JjI/AAAAAAAAAmo/QdHq3VBiHVY/s72-c/sfbhsfh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-2965773957415777238</id><published>2008-06-13T10:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:20:55.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>A must read for all Software/IT People</title><content type='html'>Vivek Pradhan wasn't a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the First &lt;br /&gt;Class air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi Express couldn't cool &lt;br /&gt;his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and entitled to air travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin &lt;br /&gt;guy, it was the savings in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PM had so many things to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to &lt;br /&gt;some good use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring &lt;br /&gt;appreciatively at the laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now &lt;br /&gt;with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today &lt;br /&gt;everything is getting computerized." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a detailed look. He &lt;br /&gt;always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and &lt;br /&gt;stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in &lt;br /&gt;that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably &lt;br /&gt;was a Railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office &lt;br /&gt;and write something on a computer and it does so many big things &lt;br /&gt;outside." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naivety demanded reasoning not anger. "It is &lt;br /&gt;not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few &lt;br /&gt;lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment he was &lt;br /&gt;tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but &lt;br /&gt;restrained himself to a single statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is complex, very complex." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came &lt;br /&gt;into his so far affable, persuasive tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we &lt;br /&gt;have to put in." "Hard work!" "Indians have such a narrow concept of &lt;br /&gt;hard work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office doesn't mean our brows &lt;br /&gt;don't sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe &lt;br /&gt;me that is no less taxing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway &lt;br /&gt;reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between &lt;br /&gt;any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking &lt;br /&gt;centers across the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of transactions accessing a single database at a given time; &lt;br /&gt;concurrency, data integrity, locking, data security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium. This &lt;br /&gt;was something big and beyond his imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You design and code such things." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the project manager," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is &lt;br /&gt;easy now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan. The man had &lt;br /&gt;to be given a feel of the heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the &lt;br /&gt;easier part. Now I don't do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, &lt;br /&gt;that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. And 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." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realization. &lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in &lt;br /&gt;the line of fire." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he &lt;br /&gt;spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring &lt;br /&gt;blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the &lt;br /&gt;cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no &lt;br /&gt;knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In &lt;br /&gt;the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolor at the top only 4 of us were alive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Subedar Sushant Singh from the 13 J&amp;K Rifles on duty at Peak &lt;br /&gt;4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a &lt;br /&gt;land assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain &lt;br /&gt;refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first &lt;br /&gt;pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and &lt;br /&gt;welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His own personal safety came last, always and every time. He was killed &lt;br /&gt;as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now as I stand &lt;br /&gt;guard I can see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant &lt;br /&gt;for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched &lt;br /&gt;off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a word document in &lt;br /&gt;the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a valor and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical &lt;br /&gt;heroes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subedar Sushant &lt;br /&gt;Singh picked up his bags to alight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was nice meeting you sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This was the hand that had climbed &lt;br /&gt;mountains, pressed the trigger and hoisted the tricolor. Suddenly as if by &lt;br /&gt;impulse he stood at attention, and his right hand went up in an impromptu &lt;br /&gt;salute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the least he felt he could do for the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true &lt;br /&gt;life incident during the Kargil war. Major Vikram Batra sacrificed his life &lt;br /&gt;while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this and his various other acts of bravery he was posthumously awarded the Param Vir Chakra - the nation's highest military award&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2965773957415777238?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2965773957415777238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2965773957415777238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2965773957415777238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2965773957415777238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/must-read-for-all-softwareit-people.html' title='A must read for all Software/IT People'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8693447045714703681</id><published>2008-06-13T10:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:14:45.059+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Champion is not one who never fails, but one who NEVER QUITS</title><content type='html'>In 1962, four nervous young musicians played their first record &lt;br /&gt;audition for the executives of the Decca recording Company. The &lt;br /&gt;executives were not impressed. While turning down this group of &lt;br /&gt;musicians,one executives said, "We don't like their sound. Groups of &lt;br /&gt;guitars are on the way out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The group was called The Beatles.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1944, Emmeline Snively, director of the Blue Book Modelling Agency, &lt;br /&gt;told modeling hopeful Norma Jean Baker, "You'd better learn secretarial &lt;br /&gt;work or else get married." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She went on and became Marilyn Monroe&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1954, Jimmy Denny, manager of the Grand Ole Opry, Fired a Singer &lt;br /&gt;after one performance. He told him, "You ain't goin' nowhere....son.You &lt;br /&gt;ought to go back to drivin' a truck." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He went on to become the most popular singer in America named Elvis &lt;br /&gt;Presley&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Alexander Graham Bell &lt;/strong&gt;invented the telephone in 1876, it did not &lt;br /&gt;ring off the hook with calls from potential backers. After making a &lt;br /&gt;demonstration call, President Rutherford Hayes said, "That's an amazing &lt;br /&gt;invention, but who would ever want to use one of them?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Thomas Edison &lt;/strong&gt;invented the light bulb, he tried over 2000 &lt;br /&gt;experiments before he got it to work. A young reporter asked him how it &lt;br /&gt;felt to fail so many times. He said, "I never failed once. I invented the &lt;br /&gt;light bulb. It just happened to be a 2000-step process." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1940s, another young inventor named &lt;strong&gt;Chester Carlson &lt;/strong&gt;took his &lt;br /&gt;idea to 20 corporations, including some of the biggest in the country. &lt;br /&gt;They all turned him down. In 1947 - after seven long years of &lt;br /&gt;rejections! He finally got a tiny company in Rochester, New York, the &lt;br /&gt;Haloid Company, to purchase the rights to his invention - an electrostatic &lt;br /&gt;paper-copying process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haloid became Xerox Corporation we know today&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilma Rudolph &lt;/strong&gt;was the 20th of 22 children. She was born prematurely &lt;br /&gt;and her survival was doubtful. When she was 4 years old, she contacted &lt;br /&gt;double pneumonia and scarlet fever, which left her with a paralysed left &lt;br /&gt;leg. At age 9, she removed the metal leg brace she had been dependent &lt;br /&gt;on and began to walk without it.By 13 she had developed a rhythmic &lt;br /&gt;walk, which doctors said was a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same year she decided to become a runner.She entered a race and &lt;br /&gt;came in last. For the next few years every race she entered, she came &lt;br /&gt;in last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told her to quit, but She kept on running. One day she &lt;br /&gt;actually won a race. And then another.From then on she won every race &lt;br /&gt;she etered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually this little girl, who was told she would never walk again, went &lt;br /&gt;on to win three Olympic gold medals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through &lt;br /&gt;experiences of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision &lt;br /&gt;cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved. You gain strength, &lt;br /&gt;experience and confidence by every experience where you really stop to &lt;br /&gt;look fear in the face.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must do the thing you cannot do. And remember, the finest steel &lt;br /&gt;gets sent through the hottest furnace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champion is not one who never fails, but one who NEVER QUITS.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8693447045714703681?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8693447045714703681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8693447045714703681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8693447045714703681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8693447045714703681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/champion-is-not-one-who-never-fails-but.html' title='Champion is not one who never fails, but one who NEVER QUITS'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-7204549455932899817</id><published>2008-06-12T15:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:33:02.262+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Great One Liners</title><content type='html'>1. Regular naps prevent old age... especially if you take them while driving. &lt;br /&gt;2. Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee. &lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband! &lt;br /&gt;4. They said we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash. &lt;br /&gt;5. A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms. &lt;br /&gt;6. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent. &lt;br /&gt;7. Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without... but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;8. You can't buy love . . but you pay heavily for it.&lt;br /&gt;9. True friends stab you in the front.&lt;br /&gt;10. Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.&lt;br /&gt;12. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.&lt;br /&gt;13. My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;14. Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.&lt;br /&gt;16. It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.&lt;br /&gt;17. They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak.&lt;br /&gt;18. Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.&lt;br /&gt;19. Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something.&lt;br /&gt;20. Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-7204549455932899817?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7204549455932899817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=7204549455932899817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7204549455932899817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7204549455932899817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-one-liners.html' title='Great One Liners'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-1422335561355159795</id><published>2008-06-12T15:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:32:12.600+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Love Story!!</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it, God &lt;br /&gt;had put all the human "qualities" in a separate room. Since all the &lt;br /&gt;qualities were bored they decided to play hide &amp; seek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madness" was one of the qualities and he shouted: "I want to count, I want &lt;br /&gt;to count!" And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek "Madness", all &lt;br /&gt;the other qualities agreed. So "Madness" leaned against a tree and started &lt;br /&gt;to count: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three..." As "Madness" counted, the qualities went hiding. &lt;br /&gt;"Treason" hid in a pile of garbage.. "Lie " said that it would hide under a &lt;br /&gt;stone, but hid at the bottom of the lake. And Madness continued to count &lt;br /&gt;"... seventy nine, eighty, eighty one..." By this time, all the qualities &lt;br /&gt;were already hidden-except "Love ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For stupid as "Love " is, he could not decide where to hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to &lt;br /&gt;hide "Love". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madness": "...ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven..." Just when "Madness" &lt;br /&gt;got to one hundred..... ...."Love" jumped into a rose bush where he hid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Madness turned around and shouted: "I'm coming, I'm coming!" As Madness &lt;br /&gt;turned around, "Laziness" was the first to be found, because "Laziness" was &lt;br /&gt;too lazy to hide. "Madness" searched madly and found "Lie" at the bottom of &lt;br /&gt;the lake. One by one, Madness found them all - except Love. Madness was &lt;br /&gt;getting desperate, unable to find Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envious of Love, "Envy" whispered to "Madness ": "You only need to find &lt;br /&gt;Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madness" Jumped on the rose bush and he heard loud cry. The thorns in the &lt;br /&gt;bush had pierced "Loves" eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the commotion God came into the room and saw what had happened. He &lt;br /&gt;got very angry and cursed "Madness" and said since "Love" has become blind &lt;br /&gt;because of u... ..u shall always be with him" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always &lt;br /&gt;accompanied by &lt;br /&gt;Madness...! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1422335561355159795?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1422335561355159795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1422335561355159795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1422335561355159795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1422335561355159795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-love-story.html' title='A Beautiful Love Story!!'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-1811329050130724741</id><published>2008-06-12T15:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:31:20.392+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Attitude Is Everything!‏</title><content type='html'>An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Son,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison. &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram: 'For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son's reply was: ' Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL: NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1811329050130724741?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1811329050130724741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1811329050130724741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1811329050130724741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1811329050130724741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/attitude-is-everything.html' title='Attitude Is Everything!‏'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-5413661002878512391</id><published>2008-06-12T15:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:27:58.430+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Thanks for your time!</title><content type='html'>A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, &lt;br /&gt;career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the &lt;br /&gt;country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack &lt;br /&gt;had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his &lt;br /&gt;wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The &lt;br /&gt;funeral is Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old &lt;br /&gt;newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jack, did you hear me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were &lt;br /&gt;doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the &lt;br /&gt;fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure &lt;br /&gt;you had a man's influence in your life,' she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this &lt;br /&gt;business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he &lt;br /&gt;thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his &lt;br /&gt;hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no chil dren &lt;br /&gt;of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see &lt;br /&gt;the old house next door one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over &lt;br /&gt;into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly &lt;br /&gt;as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of &lt;br /&gt;furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The box is gone,' he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What box?' Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must &lt;br /&gt;have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was &lt;br /&gt;'the thing I value most ,'' Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, &lt;br /&gt;except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get &lt;br /&gt;some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work &lt;br /&gt;one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a &lt;br /&gt;package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next &lt;br /&gt;three days,' the note read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and &lt;br /&gt;looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was &lt;br /&gt;difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr. Harold &lt;br /&gt;Belser' it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the &lt;br /&gt;package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook &lt;br /&gt;as he read the note inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. &lt;br /&gt;It's the thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was taped to the &lt;br /&gt;letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked &lt;br /&gt;the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the &lt;br /&gt;cover. Inside he found these words engraved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The thing he valued most was...my time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared &lt;br /&gt;his appointments for the next two days. 'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments &lt;br /&gt;that take our breath away,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3! .. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't &lt;br /&gt;like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You are special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you prob ably &lt;br /&gt;won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, &lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, you will get it or something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come &lt;br /&gt;from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you &lt;br /&gt;most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude &lt;br /&gt;remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better &lt;br /&gt;when they know and you'll both be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they &lt;br /&gt;are great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-5413661002878512391?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/5413661002878512391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=5413661002878512391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5413661002878512391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/5413661002878512391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-for-your-time.html' title='Thanks for your time!'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3561235001056856001</id><published>2008-06-12T15:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:22:50.034+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>How poor we are!</title><content type='html'>One day a father and his rich family took his son to a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good Dad!" replied his son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what did you learn?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden; they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden; they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon." When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our outlook on life depends on the way you look at things. What others may think as riches, others may want. The most important things in life are your friends, family, health, good humor and a positive attitude towards life. If you have these then you have everything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3561235001056856001?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3561235001056856001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3561235001056856001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3561235001056856001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3561235001056856001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-poor-we-are.html' title='How poor we are!'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8616481916517542067</id><published>2008-06-12T15:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:21:34.279+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>God's Blessings.</title><content type='html'>A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study.&lt;br /&gt;His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, With all your money, you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business.&lt;br /&gt;He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. &lt;br /&gt;Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired.&lt;br /&gt;On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words ... "PAID IN FULL".&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8616481916517542067?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8616481916517542067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8616481916517542067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8616481916517542067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8616481916517542067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/gods-blessings.html' title='God&apos;s Blessings.'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-7800068569443272567</id><published>2008-06-12T15:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:20:03.916+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>TRUE WINNERS</title><content type='html'>A group of salespeople left town for a meeting and told their families they would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home Friday evening for supper. But as with meetings the way they are, one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing leads to another and they didn't finish on time. They were delayed and had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch a flight. They came to the airport just at the last minute, with tickets in hand, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran, hoping the plane hadn't departed. While running, one of them hit a table and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the table was a fruit basket. All the fruit got scattered and bruised but they didn't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to stop. They kept running and made it to the plane and all of them breathed a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh of relief that they had made it, except one. He got in touch with his feelings, got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up, said good-bye to his friends and went. What he saw made him glad that he came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out. He went to the table that was knocked down and behind the table was a ten-yearold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blind girl who was selling the fruits to make a living. He said, "I hope we haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruined your day." He pulled out $10 from his pocket, handed it to her and said, "This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will take care of the fruits," and he left. The girl couldn't see what was going on; all she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could hear was the footsteps leaving. As the footsteps faded away, she shouted from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind, "Are you God?" He missed his flight but was he a winner? You bet. One can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a winner without a medal and one can be a loser with a medal if winning is not kept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in perspective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-7800068569443272567?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7800068569443272567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=7800068569443272567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7800068569443272567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7800068569443272567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-winners.html' title='TRUE WINNERS'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-1362006414239825675</id><published>2008-06-12T15:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:15:57.764+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Coffee Cups!</title><content type='html'>One of the worth reading definition given by one professor to his students about Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and in life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: “If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were eyeing each other’s cups. Now consider this: Life is the coffee, and the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and do not change the quality of Life. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, don’t let the cups drive you … enjoy the coffee instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1362006414239825675?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1362006414239825675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1362006414239825675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1362006414239825675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1362006414239825675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/coffee-cups.html' title='Coffee Cups!'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-6972605877186503097</id><published>2008-06-12T15:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:14:51.295+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Perfect SELF APPRAISAL</title><content type='html'>A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits (phone numbers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ”Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: (at the other end of the phone line): “I already have someone to cut my lawn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: “Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I’m very satisfied with the person who is presently cutting my lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: (with more perseverance): “Lady, I’ll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach , Florida.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: No, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store Owner: “Son… I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: “No thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store Owner: But you were really pleading for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No Sir, I was just checking my performance at the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we call “Self Appraisal”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-6972605877186503097?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/6972605877186503097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=6972605877186503097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6972605877186503097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6972605877186503097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-self-appraisal.html' title='Perfect SELF APPRAISAL'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8017455268773442641</id><published>2008-06-12T15:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:14:15.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Whats important: Fear for Death Or The Thirst To Live!</title><content type='html'>A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful, elderly poodle named Cuddles along for company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Cuddles starts chasing butterflies, and before long, discovers he’s lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old poodle thinks, “Oh, oh! I’m in deep doo-doo now!” Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, “Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. “Whew!”, says the leopard, “That was close! That old poodle nearly had m e!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that conniving canine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?”, but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where’s that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of this story…. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8017455268773442641?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8017455268773442641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8017455268773442641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8017455268773442641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8017455268773442641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-important-fear-for-death-or.html' title='Whats important: Fear for Death Or The Thirst To Live!'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3879897332632703801</id><published>2008-06-12T15:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:10:48.268+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Love and Time</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. &lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love. &lt;br /&gt;Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help. &lt;br /&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you? &lt;br /&gt;"Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you." &lt;br /&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!" &lt;br /&gt;"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. &lt;br /&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" &lt;br /&gt;Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. &lt;br /&gt;Realizing how much was owed the elder, &lt;br /&gt;Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered. &lt;br /&gt;"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please always remember the value of love in ur life..May be some at some point u'll be need it desparetly but it was late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3879897332632703801?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3879897332632703801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3879897332632703801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3879897332632703801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3879897332632703801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-and-time.html' title='Love and Time'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-2672713626083298085</id><published>2008-06-12T15:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:17.318+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>Management Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDu4pBUghI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7I1jj0Fh8c0/s1600-h/corpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDu4pBUghI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7I1jj0Fh8c0/s400/corpo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210927425719140882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops - a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight,built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what's more, he felt really good about himself. So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, "And why not? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, "Big John has a bus pass ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management Lesson: "Be sure there is a problem in the first place before working hard to solve one."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2672713626083298085?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2672713626083298085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2672713626083298085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2672713626083298085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2672713626083298085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/management-lesson.html' title='Management Lesson'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDu4pBUghI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7I1jj0Fh8c0/s72-c/corpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-97766823262754065</id><published>2008-06-12T14:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:30:48.819+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>A white has no superiority over a black</title><content type='html'>The following scene took place on a British Airways flight between Johannesburg and London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, what is the matter", the hostess asked "you obviously do not see it then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded: "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be calm please", the hostess replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available". The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued. "It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances; the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air hostess then turned to the black guy, and said. "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please take your hand luggage because a seat awaits you in the first class". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a true story which is not usually told. All mankind is from Adam and Eve; a rich has no superiority over a poor; an Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab, nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab; also a white has no superiority over a black, nor does a black have any superiority over white except by piety and good action. Learn that every human being is brother of each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-97766823262754065?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/97766823262754065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=97766823262754065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/97766823262754065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/97766823262754065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/white-has-no-superiority-over-black.html' title='A white has no superiority over a black'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-8035959326850055045</id><published>2008-06-12T14:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:17.453+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>Appraisals - Old &amp; New Fundamentals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDkmyUJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAmY/9IsZYo-uvwE/s1600-h/corpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDkmyUJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAmY/9IsZYo-uvwE/s400/corpo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210916123860137266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a washer man who had a donkey and a dog. One night when the whole world was sleeping, a thief broke into the house, the washer man was fast asleep but the donkey and the dog were awake. The dog decided not to bark since the master did not take good care of him and wanted to teach him a lesson. The donkey got worried and said to the dog that if he doesn't bark, the donkey will have to do something himself. The dog did not change his mind and the donkey started braying loudly. Hearing the donkey bray, the thief ran away, the master woke up and started beating the donkey for braying in the middle of the night for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story - "One must not engage in duties other than his own"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a new look at the same story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washer man ( J)was a well educated man from a premier management institute. He had the fundas of looking at the bigger picture and thinking out of the box. He was convinced that there must be some reason for the donkey to bray in the night. He walked outside a little and did some fact finding, applied a bottom up approach, figured out from the ground realities that there was a thief who broke in and the donkey only wanted to alert him about it. Looking at the donkey's extra initiative and going beyond the call of the duty, he rewarded him with lot of hay and other perks and became his favorite pet. The dog's life didn't change much, except that now the donkey was more motivated in doing the dogs duties as well. In the&lt;br /&gt;annual appraisal the dog managed "ME" (Met Expectations). Soon the dog realized that the donkey is taking care of his duties and he can enjoy his life sleeping and lazing around. The donkey was rated as "star performer". The donkey had to live up to his already high performance standards. Soon he was over burdened with work and always under pressure and now is looking for a job rotation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-8035959326850055045?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8035959326850055045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=8035959326850055045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8035959326850055045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/8035959326850055045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/appraisals-old-new-fundamentals.html' title='Appraisals - Old &amp; New Fundamentals'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDkmyUJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAmY/9IsZYo-uvwE/s72-c/corpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-3976024620314717990</id><published>2008-06-12T14:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:17.724+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>Management Lession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDkD2Poo2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eqWdZheHbXk/s1600-h/corpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDkD2Poo2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eqWdZheHbXk/s400/corpo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210915523619496802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once PV Narasimha Rao (PVNR), L.K.Advani and Laloo Prasad Yadav were travelling in an autorickshaw. They met with an accident and all three of them died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yam Raj was waiting for this moment at the doorstep of death. He asks PVNR and Advani to go to HEAVEN. But, for Laloo, Yam had already decided that he should be sent to HELL. Laloo is not at all happy with this decision. He asks Yam as to why this discrimination is being made. All the three of them had served the public. Similarly, all took bribes, all misused public positions, etc. Then why the differential treatment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt that there should be a formal test or an objective evaluation before a decision is made; and should not be just based on opinion or pre-conceived notions. Yam agrees to this and asks all the three of them to appear for an English test. &lt;br /&gt;PVNR is asked to spell " INDIA " and he does it correctly. Advani is asked to spell " ENGLAND " and he too passes. It is Laloo's turn and he is asked to spell " CZECHOSLOVAKIA ". Laloo protests that he doesn't know English. He says this is not fair and that he was given a tough question and thus forced to fail with false intent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yam then agrees to conduct a written test in Hindi (to give another chance assuming that Laloo should at least feel that Hindi would provide an equal platform for all three). PVNR is asked to write "KUTTA BOLA BHOW BHOW". He writes it easily and passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advani is asked to write "BILLY BOLI MYAUN MYAUN". He too passes. Laloo is asked to write "BANDAR BOLA GURRRRRR.... ." Tough one. He fails again. Laloo is extremely unhappy. Having been a student of history (which the other two weren't),he now requested for all the 3 to be subjected to a test in history Yam says OK but this would be the last chance and that he would not take any more tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PVNR is asked: "When did India get Independence ?". He replied "1947" and passed. Advani is asked "How many people died during the independence struggle?". He gets nervous. Yam asked him to choose from 3 options: 100,000 or 200,000 or 300,000. Advani catches it and says 200,000 and passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Laloo's turn now. &lt;br /&gt;Yama asks him to give the Name and Address of each of the 200,000 who died in the struggle. Laloo accepts defeat and agrees to go to HELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story: IF YOUR MANAGEMENT HAS DECIDED TO SCREW YOU, THERE IS NO ESCAPE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3976024620314717990?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3976024620314717990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3976024620314717990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3976024620314717990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3976024620314717990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/management-lession.html' title='Management Lession'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SFDkD2Poo2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eqWdZheHbXk/s72-c/corpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-7368709838510694968</id><published>2008-06-12T14:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:20:39.081+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>Classic Definitions</title><content type='html'>1. Cigarette : A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end &amp; a fool at the other. &lt;br /&gt;2. Love affairs : Something like cricket where one-day internationals are more popular than a five day test. &lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage : It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her master &lt;br /&gt;4. Divorce : Future tense of marriage &lt;br /&gt;5. Lecture : An art of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either". &lt;br /&gt;6. Dictionary : A place where divorce comes before marriage. &lt;br /&gt;7. Conference Room : A place where everybody talks, nobody listens &amp; everybody disagrees later on. &lt;br /&gt;8. Office : A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life. &lt;br /&gt;9. Yawn : The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;10. Etc. : A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do. &lt;br /&gt;11. Experience : The name men give to their mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;12. Atom Bomb: An invention to end all inventions. &lt;br /&gt;13. Opportunist : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river. &lt;br /&gt;14. Optimist : A person who while falling from Eiffel Tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet." &lt;br /&gt;15. Pessimist :- A person who says that O is the last letter in ZERO, Instead of the first letter in word OPPORTUNITY. &lt;br /&gt;16. Miser : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich. &lt;br /&gt;17. Father : A banker provided by nature. &lt;br /&gt;18. Boss : Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early. &lt;br /&gt;19. Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after. &lt;br /&gt;20. Doctor : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills. &lt;br /&gt;21. Computer Engineer : One who gets paid for reading such mails......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-7368709838510694968?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7368709838510694968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=7368709838510694968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7368709838510694968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7368709838510694968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/classic-definitions.html' title='Classic Definitions'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-3228982162099290842</id><published>2008-06-12T14:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:19:40.874+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMOUR'/><title type='text'>Business is Business</title><content type='html'>One day in a school in London, a teacher said to a class of 5-year-olds, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll give 10 pounds to the child who can tell me who was the most famous man who ever lived.” &lt;br /&gt;An Irish boy put his hand up and said, “It was St.Patrick.” &lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, “Sorry Paddy, that’s not correct.” &lt;br /&gt;Then a Scottish boy put his hand up and said, “It was St. Andrew.” &lt;br /&gt;The teacher replied, “I’m sorry, Hamish,that’s not right either.” &lt;br /&gt;Then a Jewish boy put his hand up and said “David” &lt;br /&gt;the Buddhist boy said “Gautama Buddha” &lt;br /&gt;and the Muslim boy said “Mohammed”. &lt;br /&gt;They all were not successful. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, a Gujju boy raised his hand and said, “It was Jesus Christ.” &lt;br /&gt;The teacher said,”That’s absolutely right, Jignesh, come up here and I’ll give you the 10 pounds that I promised.” &lt;br /&gt;As the teacher was giving Jignesh his money, she said,”You know Jignesh, since you’re a Patel, I was very surprised &lt;br /&gt;you said Jesus Christ.” &lt;br /&gt;Jignesh replied, “Yes. In my heart I knew it was Krishna, but Business is Business!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3228982162099290842?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3228982162099290842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3228982162099290842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3228982162099290842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3228982162099290842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/business-is-business.html' title='Business is Business'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-7267369992106090101</id><published>2008-06-12T14:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:18:53.095+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>A Story - don't panic - God works slowly</title><content type='html'>An elephant came to the edge of a stream of clear rushing water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being thirsty, the elephant leaned over, dropped its trunk into the &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cool water and... plunk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? What happened?" the elephant cried. "I can't see! My eye... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fell in the water! Oh nooooooh," the elephant wailed in a panic, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lost my eye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in fact, the elephant's right eye had popped out of its &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;socket and fallen into the stream. The elephant searched frantically &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the eye, groping with its trunk along the bottom of the stream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more he groped, the cloudier the water became. That made him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic even more, and he started churning up great piles of sand, until &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the elephant heard the sound of laughing. Furious, he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked around to see who it was, and saw a little green frog sitting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a log, laughing and laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think this is funny?" the elephant shouted. "I lose an eye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that makes you laugh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's funny is to see how upset you are. Calm down and everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be fine," the frog replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant felt a little ashamed and took the frog's advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped moving his trunk around, and soon the water became clearer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the sand sank to the bottom. And there in the stream lay his eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached for it with his trunk and popped it back into its socket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he thanked the frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simple parable contains great wisdom. There's nothing funny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about losing an eye... the sudden panic, thrashing around in murky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water, desperation... &lt;strong&gt;that's exactly what happens to us when we lose control and panic. Our haste makes us blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We become temporarily incapable of seeing the world around us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objectively and rationally. But there is an antidote to panic: wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait until the situation becomes clear and the black clouds disperse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haste is the devil's work; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God works slowly."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-7267369992106090101?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7267369992106090101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=7267369992106090101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7267369992106090101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/7267369992106090101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-dont-panic-god-works-slowly.html' title='A Story - don&apos;t panic - God works slowly'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-2040593850486605512</id><published>2008-06-10T13:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:17.952+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>Woodstock Villa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE47dMK5KEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vBcnd85W3lY/s1600-h/still2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE47dMK5KEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vBcnd85W3lY/s400/still2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210167191583402050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Sikander Kher, Neha Uberoi, Arbaaz Khan &lt;br /&gt;Direction: Hansal Mehta &lt;br /&gt;Critic Rating: *** 1/2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN are back. Boyz, take a back seat. If last year, it was Neil Mukesh in Johnny Gaddar that defined the dawn of the wicked, this year it's Sikander Kher who unleashes a brand new style of machismo on screen, even as he carries forth the march of the crooked men that has been progressing in leaps and bounds with films like Race and Jannat . Kher has great screen presence that brings back the mythical Marlboro man in an age that had begun to serenade the metrosexual. As Sameer, the NRI who comes to India in search of spice and gets embroiled in a sleazy game of abduction, murder, deceit, he's in crackling form. Interestingly, he's ably matched by newcomer Neha Uberoi who's sultry charms add gravitas to the mystery woman who's dead and still not dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's a stylish thriller, with some great cinematography (Vikash Nowlakha) which captures Mumbai in shadow and light: the archetypal sin city that looks ominous, even as the rain washes it clean. Sameer is hired by a mysterious woman (Neha Uberoi) who asks him to stage her abduction and demand rasnom from her husband (Arbaaz Khan), only because she wants to test his love. So who's the sucker? Sameer who fails to resist the lure of pretty women and moolah; the woman who ends up dead and alive; the husband who could be the killer or the savior? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, get your thrills and celebrate the birth of a new actor who, with the right choices, could end up as the new action hero in a namby-pamby age. A word about the music: while the songs do impede the pace of the film, they have a tonal freshness and a refreshing new zing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-2040593850486605512?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2040593850486605512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=2040593850486605512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2040593850486605512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/2040593850486605512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/woodstock-villa.html' title='Woodstock Villa'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE47dMK5KEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vBcnd85W3lY/s72-c/still2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-6929284229555625926</id><published>2008-06-10T13:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:18.135+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>Aamir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE46uev0ijI/AAAAAAAAAl4/S6c4pVOh7js/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE46uev0ijI/AAAAAAAAAl4/S6c4pVOh7js/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210166389116275250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Rajeev Khandelwal &lt;br /&gt;Direction: Raj Kumar Gupta &lt;br /&gt;Critic Rating: *** 1/2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS one's a surprise package with its thrilling pace, it's smart direction and its meaningful script. And yes, Rajeev Khandelwal makes a riveting switch from the small screen to the big screen with this film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, the film covers new ground in terms of its story which throws light on the trauma of the secular Muslim who literally finds the ground shrinking beneath his feet. If his name makes him vulnerable to racial profiling, then his secular credentials become a bugbear for the fundamentalists within his community. That's the vortex that sucks our protagonist Aamir, a young doctor who returns to India from London, only to find a death trap awaiting him. A faceless voice leads him on through the hardcore Muslim-dominated areas of Mumbai and threatens to kill his family if he doesn't deliver a red briefcase to its destination. The doctor tries his best to run away, but suddenly the whole city of Mumbai seems to be brimming over with misguided soldiers of God who want him to join their ill-gotten crusade. Of course, when the moment of reckoning comes, it is the tormented man's individual choice which will determine his future ideology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film moves like a relentless thriller, even as the camera captures the underbelly of Mumbai with all its squalour and grime. Even the characters of the film - the drifters, the mercenaries, the thugs, the prostitute -- seem to be drawn from real life and give a slice-of-life texture to the film. Finally, it is the voice of sanity which rises above the wreckage and reaffirms your belief in a new kind of cinema that is throbbing amidst the bylanes of Bollywood. Truly, a smart debut film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-6929284229555625926?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/6929284229555625926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=6929284229555625926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6929284229555625926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/6929284229555625926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/aamir.html' title='Aamir'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE46uev0ijI/AAAAAAAAAl4/S6c4pVOh7js/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-1340626364648362527</id><published>2008-06-10T13:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:18.319+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>Sarkar Raj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE45np88bqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZkS7bSXBKK0/s1600-h/38570_nidokidos_4_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE45np88bqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZkS7bSXBKK0/s400/38570_nidokidos_4_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210165172353396386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Amitabh Bachchan, Abhishek Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai &lt;br /&gt;Direction: Ram Gopal Varma &lt;br /&gt;Critic Rating: *** 1/2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film carries the sequel forward without losing out on the gritty feel and retains the charisma of the central characters, mafioso leader Subhash Nagre (Amitabh Bachchan) and his son, Shankar Nagre (Abhishek Bachchan). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nagre duo that first emerged as the indigenous Corleone family on the Indian screen in Sarkar is still living with social sanction and unprecedented popular support despite being on the wrong side of the law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father has taken a back seat and left the business of governance to his son, who seems to have become more ruthless after killing his own brother (Kay Kay Menon) in Sarkar . But like his father, he has the welfare of Maharashtra at his heart and is hell bent on giving his state the multi-national power project which the NRI business executive (Aishwarya Bachchan) would like to set up in India. The power project turns out to be just a ruse for a change in governance and unleashes a whole nexus of wheelers and dealers who are determined to cut short the power reign of the Nagres. Time for the aging tiger to roar again and let loose his vengeance on those who dared to harm his family, his people.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram Gopal Varma gets back into the saddle after a spate of flops which affected his brand equity. He falls back on the subject -- gang warfare -- and the style of cinema he knows best. His camera follows the angles it excels in, plastering the screen with extreme close-ups of his protagonists. Of course, it does help when the faces in full view are extremely emotive and reflect the myriad emotions of anger, pain, passion and revenge with a mere muscle flick. The Bachchan trio -- Amitabh, Abhishek, Aishwarya -- emerge as consummate actors, imbuing their characters with nuances and shades not easily seen in mainstream cinema. But eventually, it is the structure of the film that succeeds above all else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu's characteristic dark brooding palette of shadow and light and his forte at laying bare the undercurrents of violence in urban society take you on a reassuring trip through familiar terrain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing experimental, nothing new; just a return to the tried and tested form which first raised its head in films like Shiva , Satya , Company , Sarkar ....Yes, you may have your quarrels with the ideology of the film and the validity it seeks to give to outlaws like Subhash and Shankar Nagre, but you will applaud the style and the performances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-1340626364648362527?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1340626364648362527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=1340626364648362527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1340626364648362527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/1340626364648362527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/sarkar-raj.html' title='Sarkar Raj'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMhiu0_MvBE/SE45np88bqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZkS7bSXBKK0/s72-c/38570_nidokidos_4_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667829921798200978.post-3111939772479850877</id><published>2008-06-09T17:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:27:34.961+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>Create Your Own Dreams</title><content type='html'>Always Create Your Own Dreams &lt;br /&gt;and Live Life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dreams can come true if you take the time to &lt;br /&gt;think about what you want in life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Get to know yourself &lt;br /&gt;Find out who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Choose your goals carefully &lt;br /&gt;Be honest with yourself &lt;br /&gt;Always believe in yourself &lt;br /&gt;Find many interests and pursue them &lt;br /&gt;Find out what is important to you &lt;br /&gt;Find out what you are good at &lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to make mistakes &lt;br /&gt;Work hard to achieve successes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are not going right &lt;br /&gt;don't give up - just try harder &lt;br /&gt;Give yourself freedom to try out new things &lt;br /&gt;Laugh and have a good time &lt;br /&gt;Open yourself up to love &lt;br /&gt;Take part in the beauty of nature &lt;br /&gt;Be appreciative of all that you have &lt;br /&gt;Help those less fortunate than you &lt;br /&gt;Work towards peace in the world &lt;br /&gt;Live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Create your own dreams and &lt;br /&gt;follow them until they are a reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667829921798200978-3111939772479850877?l=peddiniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3111939772479850877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667829921798200978&amp;postID=3111939772479850877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3111939772479850877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667829921798200978/posts/default/3111939772479850877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peddiniz.blogspot.com/2008/06/create-your-own-dreams.html' title='Create Your Own Dreams'/><author><name>Sattz</name><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-6667829921798200978.post-2566125155983585005</id><published>2008-06-09T17:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:21:52.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GENERAL'/><title type='text'>How do you eat your Masala Dosa?</title><content type='html'>There are many ways to eat a masala dosa .What ever the way one eats; there is a very good reason for doing that. It shows some traits of the person that is you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1: People who open the masala dosa and eat it: These are the people who are very open about their life. Everyone one the persons friends would know all about him/her. I have generally seen guys do this rather than girls. Some people think that it is a gross way of eating but in truth, these people are just portraying who they are and how their life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2: People who start from both end and approach the masala later: These are the people who like to wait for the exiting things to come to their life. Sadly when the times comes, they are not too interested or just do not know how to enjoy it to the fullest. These are the folks who just want life as either dry or exiting. They just do not know how to phase their life and enjoy it no matter what. There are two types of people within this group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2.1: People who do not finish all the masala: These folks just do not care as much for the fun times as they are already brought down by the harsh reality of life. The dry periods in their life has left them with so much scars that they do not want to be really happy when the time is right. They just take only as much as they needed and end their life. A very sorry state indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2.2: People who finish all the masala with the little dosa they have: These are the folks who just are the extremes. They just go all out in life. No matter it is dark or bright. They may not enjoy life to the fullest but they sure make sure that they get every single good and bad thing out of life. Sometimes these folks are really hard to get along with. They are either your best friends or your worst enemies. They do not have a middle path at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3: People who start from the middle and proceed to both ends: These are the people who like to get right to what they think is their best part of life. Usually these guys finish of the good portions in a hurry and get stuck with nothing but worst parts of their life. The thing to note among these people is that the tendency to burn out very early in their life. Like the above case, there are two kinds of people in this group too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3.1: People who do not finish the dosa: These folks are really the saddest of people. They are the ones who tend to end their life as soon as it hits the bad patch. For them, they only need and want the best things in life and nothing more. Typically, they are not prepared or tuned to life as a whole. They just want to enjoy from first till last. Sadly, no one in the world can live without even an ounce of sadness in life. Not even the richest of the richest. But to self destruct at the mere sign of distress is very bad. That is what these guys tend to do. Some learn to live life but most of them do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3. 2 : People who do finish the dosa: These folks are the typical human beings. We all enjoy the greatest of times in life and push the sad parts thinking about the great times in life. Typically the plate is clean and nothing is left for fate or in life. Happiness and sadness are part of life and these guys know that and are kind of prepared for it. Life is not always happy but there are moments of happiness here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 4: People who eat the dosa making sure that the masala lasts for the whole dosa: These people are very rare. These are the people who like to attain balance in their life. It is hard to displease these people and it is hard to make them really happy. They like their balance and are very protective of it. Sadly these are the people who tend to be lonely as anyone else may upset the balance of their system. Perfectionist to the core and are very careful. These guys do not make the best company but are needed in any group to make the group from going hay wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 5: People who do not share and eat the dosa as if it is precious: These folks are very protective about their life. They do not want anyone to come and interfere in their life. They like to hide their true nature and intensions for their benefit. Beware of such people as they are in every group for their own need and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 6: People who offer their first bite to others: These guys are overly friendly. They do anything to be part of a group and make everyone feel like the group is important than the individuals. They are the glue that holds any group together. They are very friendly and bring the best of all the others in the group. They go out of their way to help other friends. Most groups should have a person like this and they are the ones who plan the group outings and other group activities. Once this person is out of the group, typically the group slowly falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 7: People who take one or two bites and then offer the dosa to others: These guys care about friends and friendship but they take their time to get into the group. They take their time in making friends and they typically are very committed once into the friendship. These guys like to always be in the side lines and typically do not jump into anything in life. They always take their time to analyze the situation and then make a decision. These guys take the better safe than sorry approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 8: People who wait for others to make the offer first: Typical people I must say. They are unsure about everything. Even if they wanted to offer, they will wait till the other person offers the food first. If the other person is silent, so are these people. They are the followers. They do terrific idea, they will pitch it to someone else and get their advice before proceeding. Sadly, most of the elderly world like these types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 9: People who offer dosa only when they cannot finish it on their own: You all may be familiar with these kinds of people. People who are very generous only when all their needs are fulfilled. These folks are selfish but at the same time not misers or greedy. They just want to satisfy themselves before they give it to the world. They typically do not stuff themselves nor do they tend to starve. They are very good people who would give you the best of advices in life. They would make sure that you are not sad following their advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 10: People who offer the whole dosa and eat from others plates: These folks are other extreme. They know what they want, they get what they want but they cannot enjoy what they want. Instead they tend to settle for other things in life which satisfies the needs but does not satisfy the person completely. These guys are termed as born losers cause even when they have the thing they wanted, they can't stop others from stealing it from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you sit with a person eating a masala dosa, look closely and see if he falls into one of the above categories. 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