<?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-2437798388293929670</id><updated>2012-01-22T12:02:46.058-08:00</updated><category term='Motivation'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Separation'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Circumstances'/><category term='Vulnerability'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Optimism'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='philiosophy'/><category term='Taoism'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='conquer'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Siliconvalley</title><subtitle type='html'>Silicon Valley is a place that is constantly evolving enjoying new opportunities and facing hard challenges. Enjoy. This blog is an effort to share my thoughts, feelings and ideas.You may visit my Hindi Blogs also at:

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http://sukhsaagar.blogspot.com/</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-6987178436578268897</id><published>2012-01-22T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:02:46.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“How Tax Cuts Work”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill forall ten comes to $100…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would gosomething like this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The fifth would pay $1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The sixth would pay $3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The seventh would pay $7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The eighth would pay $12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The ninth would pay $18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;So, that’s what they decided to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy withthe arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve ball. “Sinceyou are all such good customers,” he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost ofyour daily beer by $20″. Drinks for the ten men would now cost just $80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxesso the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. Butwhat about the other six men? How could they divide the $20 windfall so thateveryone would get his fair share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if theysubtracted that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth manwould each end up being paid to drink his beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce eachman’s bill by a higher percentage the poorer he was, to follow the principle ofthe tax system they had been using, and he proceeded to work out the amounts hesuggested that each should now pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;And so the fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100%saving).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% saving).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% saving).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% saving).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% saving).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% saving).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;Each of the six was better off than before. And the first fourcontinued to drink for free. But, once outside the bar, the men began tocompare their savings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;“I only got a dollar out of the $20 saving,” declared the sixth man.He pointed to the tenth man,”but he got $10!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;“Yeah, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. “I only saved adollar too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more benefit than me!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;“That’s true!” shouted the seventh man “Why should he get $10 back,when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the breaks!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;“Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison, “we didn’tget anything at all. This new tax system exploits the poor!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The next night the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the ninesat down and had their beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill,they discovered something important. They didn’t have enough money between allof them for even half of the bill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;And that, boys and girls, journalists and government ministers, ishow our tax system works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;The people who already pay the highest taxes will naturally get themost benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for beingwealthy, and they just may not show up anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;In fact, they might start drinking overseas, where the atmosphereis somewhat friendlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy;"&gt;David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy;"&gt;Professor of Economics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-size: small;"&gt;For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those whodo not understand, no explanation is possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2437798388293929670-6987178436578268897?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/6987178436578268897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=6987178436578268897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/6987178436578268897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/6987178436578268897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-tax-cuts-work.html' title='“How Tax Cuts Work”'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-501703727734619955</id><published>2012-01-21T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:14:07.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This topic has been on my mind for the last 3 years. Some events in my life that had deep impact on me made me think about it more often. Even though I grew up hearing about reincarnation but I never gave it a serious thought. If you believe in and follow nature, you must be aware that that everything in nature moves in cycles.  Like the seasons, all livings things moves from birth, growth, fruition and ultimately to death  - like in nature we see spring, summer, fall and winter.  Similarly daily cycle of morning, afternoon, mid afternoon, evening and ultimately night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You must also know that after night again we see a morning which is different morning than the last one, after winter we see spring when new seeds initiate life in to a plant and blossoming of flowers initiates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Same way, following the cycle of nature, death is also followed by a new birth - what goes around comes around.  Our Hindu scriptures shows us that our spirit that temporarily resides in our bodies can not be burned or destroyed with the body. It just adopts a new form or a new body and in a life form where through physical body it goes through good and bad deeds ( Karma). The spirit is enriched by good and bad experiences and keep on going through this cycle until it is perfected to reach the stage of Nirvana or Moksha (ultimate Bliss).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I believe that the reason that physically and mentally we are so different, because our spirit goes through different learning processes and our spiritual knowledge is limited by our experiences that make us different in our thinking. Do you ever wonder why we think, feel so differently than others? It only make sense because every physical being's 'Spiritual Maturity' is very different.Do you ever wonder why some people are born so talented artists or singers, writers or turned out to be so intelligent at a very early age? How did they learn all this without going through any schooling which is normal mundane way of learning though there is no guarantee that one can become an artist just by going through schooling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Re-birth can be easier to grasp if we understand that 'We' are not our  bodies.  Even though our logical mind thinks in reverse and makes it difficult for us to imagine or believe that concept of departing from one body and then  assuming another because we blindly and habitually we have come to identify  ourselves with the body - this body - the one we see in the mirror  everyday.  We may be right in saying that it is "My body"  as this phrase make us the owner of the body, even though temporarily until this body perishes as we leave it after death.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is awareness? We can not be aware of our body as an object&amp;nbsp; that we can view as an observer. Our physical body and mind make it hard for us to comprehend that 'We (Spirit)' are someone that is temporarily residing in this body.&amp;nbsp; As Lord Krishna states in The Bhagwat Gita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor all these  kings; nor in the future shall any of us cease to be. As the embodied  soul continuously passes, in this body, from childhood to youth to old  age, the soul similarly passes into another body at death. A sober  person is not bewildered by such a change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Worn-out garments are shed by the body; Worn-out bodies are shed by  the dweller within the body. New bodies are donned by the dweller, like  garments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2437798388293929670-501703727734619955?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/501703727734619955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=501703727734619955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/501703727734619955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/501703727734619955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2012/01/reincarnation.html' title='Reincarnation....'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-2189068764710198767</id><published>2011-08-11T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:56:44.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Separation'/><title type='text'>Mindless Mumblings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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font-family: Verdana;"&gt;There was a lot that he forgot but didnot want to forget. He is now in an&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;unexplainableunique mental state that is far beyond anyone's understanding. Hauntingmemories reminded him of the scent of her presence, her soft touch, herinnocent and full smile with the upward curves of her lips and the smoothness ofher silky and charming voice.. that used to touch his heart. He wished he was apoet to capture all what he experienced during those moments. Her voice herwords still echo in his mind even today.All memories of her are still deeplyimprinted on his mind just like the pages from a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The day he saw her for the first time ..theday they looked into each others eyes. They touch their hands..with suchinnocent and loving thoughts…and the day when she wore a sari..for the veryfirst time. She took hours hoping to get ready to get few compliments from him.And he was so absent minded, sp engrossed in her beauty..he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;failed to mention a single complimentfor her. She thumped her feet in the ground, her lips were trembling, her fistswere tightly closed,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;her eyes werecrying mixed &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;with anger and sadness..ofcourse she fumed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;He still remembered every moment he spentwith her, of which only two of them were in the silent witness ..no one else ..healways savored the sweet moment when he felt nervous and scared beforehesitatingly &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;tried to kiss her soft fulllips for the first time. Whereas, in response she so unhesitatingly,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;willingly and innocently responded with adeep kiss on his lips ..he could never forget his hesitation and her innocence ....shewas such a package of love, tenderness, innocence and ah…don’t even have rightwords to express and explain her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Today…it all seems so unreal..but hecould not forget many things, including the words and&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the vocals of the songs they used to love andsing together...&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;how could he forget…herfirst touch too&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;. how she used to fightwith him..beating on his chest with her soft fists the fight and the love hestill remember, he did not forget .. her letters immersed in his love as wellthe what he wrote all about the her in&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;countless romantic verses ..poems..love notes ..today..he still rememberthat you still held the key to his fancy diary where he used to jot down allhis thoughts feelings that married his heart.. even today he remembered thelakes where they used to sit and&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;thinkabout and where they often used to look in each others eyes and he used to feelso lost that he used to forget everything else around him and you used to laughwith a strange satisfaction in your eyes….. your eyes that still haunts him inhis dreams .. so full of love ..so full of cravings of innocent sensuousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Now ..he could not forget&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;those moments when they sometimes used to sittogether near the lake at night during moonless nights, that they could not seeeach other but feel each others presence with the unsuccessful illusion of thatthey are able to read each others facial expressions .. especially after theirtouch of tender places and trying to seek acceptance to those feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Do you really think that he forgot allthat ..no…he can not ..can not even fathom to..rather having such hard time nowfacing reality that you are gone..not here to touch you ..and feel yourpresence..now he wants to sit in a moonless night again…his imagination try topicture you ..but can not..heart is full of emptiness and sadness for the lossof those lovely feelings …clamoring of his love and desire that will now stayunfulfilled in this life time! You’re gone..not just by distance but away fromhis heart…circumstances..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;situations, notheart,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;took you far away from him..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2437798388293929670-2189068764710198767?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/2189068764710198767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=2189068764710198767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/2189068764710198767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/2189068764710198767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2011/08/mindless-mumblings.html' title='Mindless Mumblings..'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-101805597222599861</id><published>2011-08-10T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:20:31.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Lessons for Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:HyphenationZone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;    &lt;w:UseFELayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;	mso-style-noshow:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;	mso-para-margin:0in;	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:10.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:#0400;	mso-fareast-language:#0400;	mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;the well and happily trotted off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;MORAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Each of our troubles is a stepping stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; never giving up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shake it off and take a step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;4. Give more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;5. Expect less from people but more from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2437798388293929670-101805597222599861?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/101805597222599861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=101805597222599861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/101805597222599861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/101805597222599861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2011/08/lessons-for-life.html' title='Lessons for Life...'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5236877398175990017</id><published>2011-07-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:30:57.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circumstances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>An excerpt from “The Strangest Secret”   by Earl Nightingale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;George Bernard Shaw said, “People are always blaming their circumstances for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;what they are. I don’t believe in circumstances. The people who get on in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;want, and if they can’t find them, they make them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Well, it’s pretty apparent, isn’t it? And every person who discovered this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;believed (for a while) that he was the first one to work it out. We become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;what we think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Conversely, the person who has no goal, who doesn’t know where he’s going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;and whose thoughts must therefore be thoughts of confusion, anxiety and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;worry - his life becomes one of frustration, fear, anxiety and worry. And if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;he thinks about nothing... he becomes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;How does it work? Why do we become what we think about? Well, I’ll tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;how it works, as far as we know. To do this, I want to tell you about a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;situation that parallels the human mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Suppose a farmer has some land, and it’s good, fertile land. The land gives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;the farmer a choice; he may plant in that land whatever he chooses. The land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;doesn’t care. It’s up to the farmer to make the decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We’re comparing the human mind with the land because the mind, like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;land, doesn’t care what you plant in it. It will return what you plant, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;it doesn’t care what you plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now, let’s say that the farmer has two seeds in his hand- one is a seed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;corn, the other is nightshade, a deadly poison. He digs two little holes in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;the earth and he plants both seeds-one corn, the other nightshade. He covers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;up the holes, waters and takes care of the land...and what will happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Invariably, the land will return what was planted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As it’s written in the Bible, “As ye sow, so shall ye reap.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Remember the land doesn’t care. It will return poison in just as wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;abundance as it will corn. So up come the two plants - one corn, one poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The human mind is far more fertile, far more incredible and mysterious than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;the land, but it works the same way. It doesn’t care what we plant...success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. ..or failure. A concrete, worthwhile goal...or confusion, misunderstanding,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;fear, anxiety and so on. But what we plant must return to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You see, the human mind is the last great unexplored continent on earth. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;contains riches beyond our wildest dreams. It will return anything we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;to plant.&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/2437798388293929670-5236877398175990017?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5236877398175990017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5236877398175990017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5236877398175990017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5236877398175990017'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='text'>Please forgive me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:HyphenationZone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;    &lt;w:UseFELayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When I wasn’t there for you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I want you to know no matter what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love you &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and will always care for you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You have to believe me, whatever happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Trust me darling I will be always here for you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It feels so painful to see you like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A broken heart and no smile on your lips!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It hurts so deep that makes me creep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;to see you suffering, as your tears drips!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Let me come back in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Without you, life seems like a total eclipse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;know I made some mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But I never meant to make you feel in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I am in so much deeply &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;love with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Believe me without you my life is in vain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Look in my eyes and feel my love again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I give you my heart without any constrain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-3526594346362961651?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/3526594346362961651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=3526594346362961651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/3526594346362961651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/3526594346362961651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2011/07/please-forgive-me.html' title='Please forgive me.....'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-405923540166009089</id><published>2011-06-26T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:12:19.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vulnerability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conquer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Taoism - Ancient Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #003300; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;To be whole, let yourself break.&lt;br /&gt;To be straight, let yourself bend.&lt;br /&gt;To be full, let yourself be empty.&lt;br /&gt;To be new, let yourself wear out.&lt;br /&gt;To have everything, give everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing others is a kind of knowledge;&lt;br /&gt;knowing yourself is wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Conquering others requires strength;&lt;br /&gt;conquering yourself is true power.&lt;br /&gt;To realize that you have enough is true wealth.&lt;br /&gt;Pushing ahead may succeed,&lt;br /&gt;but staying put brings endurance.&lt;br /&gt;Die without perishing, and find the eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that you do not know is strength.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that you do not know is a sickness.&lt;br /&gt;The cure begins with the recognition of the sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what is permanent: enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what is permanent: disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what is permanent opens the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Open mind, open heart.&lt;br /&gt;Open heart, magnanimity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #003300; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;How true and easy to follow. A little we know that the way we think or negatively react can be changed by looking at the other side of the coin. Both sides are interrelated and branches of the same tree, however, what is important that if we want to change we must see and learn from the other side of the coin. Taoism explains it so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #003300; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;We try to wear a mask to cover our vulnerabilities, our true self and our real person that we do not want to share with others..that separates us from being real, vulnerable but that is what makes us more open to be accepted, more open to be receptive of allowing others to come inside our real self. We were not born this way, however, we condition ourselves to protect so we do not get ashamed in front of others or face the social stigma of being named by our vulnerabilities. If we are overcome these vulnerabilities, we need to learn to be open and honest about them, that would be the only way to change ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #003300; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Why to hide? Revealing one's vulnerability, can make one a bigger person and a better person, a more enriched person, a more connected person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #003300; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess in a way vulnerability is required for any meaningful connection in life. Yes, there can be some degree of risk that one may face but it is still needed to achieve any kind of growth,&amp;nbsp;that may be love, relationship, friendship, personal, financial, or social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #003300; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Appreciate your thoughts and comments &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/2437798388293929670-405923540166009089?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/405923540166009089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=405923540166009089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/405923540166009089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/405923540166009089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2011/06/taoism-ancient-wisdom.html' title='Taoism - Ancient Wisdom'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-4238009845076507805</id><published>2011-05-19T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:55:52.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThUiDbBS1ps/TdWDsIM0qDI/AAAAAAAABcc/yZHGXHh0HGc/s1600/Butterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThUiDbBS1ps/TdWDsIM0qDI/AAAAAAAABcc/yZHGXHh0HGc/s320/Butterfly.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;One day a small opening appeared.&lt;br /&gt;He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours&lt;br /&gt;as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.&lt;br /&gt;Then it stopped, as if it couldn't go further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So the man decided to help the butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;He took a pair of scissors and&lt;br /&gt;snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly emerged easily but&lt;br /&gt;it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The man continued to watch it,&lt;br /&gt;expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge&lt;br /&gt;and expand enough to support the body,&lt;br /&gt;Neither happened!&lt;br /&gt;In fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life&lt;br /&gt;crawling around.&lt;br /&gt;It was never able to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What the man in his kindness&lt;br /&gt;and haste did not understand:&lt;br /&gt;The restricting cocoon and the struggle&lt;br /&gt;required by the butterfly to get through the opening&lt;br /&gt;was a way of forcing the fluid from the body&lt;br /&gt;into the wings so that it would be ready&lt;br /&gt;for flight once that was achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes struggles are exactly&lt;br /&gt;what we need in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.&lt;br /&gt;We will not be as strong as we could have been&lt;br /&gt;and we would never fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So have a nice day and struggle a little and teach well.&lt;/span&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/2437798388293929670-4238009845076507805?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/4238009845076507805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=4238009845076507805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/4238009845076507805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/4238009845076507805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-of-butterfly.html' title='The story of the butterfly'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThUiDbBS1ps/TdWDsIM0qDI/AAAAAAAABcc/yZHGXHh0HGc/s72-c/Butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5228166961218985355</id><published>2011-05-06T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:26:49.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philiosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Steps to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everybody Knows:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You can't be all things to all people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You can't do all things at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You can't do all things equally well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You can't do all things better than everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You have to find out who you are, and be that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You have to decide what comes first, and do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You have to discover your strengths, and use them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You have to learn not to compete with others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Because no one else is in the contest of 'being you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You will have learned to live with your limitations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And you'll be a most vital mortal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dare To Believe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That you are a wonderful, unique person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That you are a once-in-all- history event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That it's more than a right, it's your duty, to be who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.&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/2437798388293929670-5228166961218985355?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5228166961218985355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5228166961218985355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5228166961218985355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5228166961218985355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2011/05/steps-to-happiness.html' title='Steps to Happiness'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-1867443104577751638</id><published>2011-04-17T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:34:37.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Scriptures...</title><content type='html'>An old Sikh lived on a farm in a village in Punjab with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early and reading Sri Guru Granth Sahibji. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read gurbani just like you but, I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I stop reading. What good does reading Sri Guru Granth Sahibji do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grandfather quietly turned to him and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out of the door to watch the boy try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, that's what happens when you read Gurbani. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out when you read time by time . That is the work of God in our lives!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may substitute Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji with any other religious scripture, the result will be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-1867443104577751638?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/1867443104577751638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=1867443104577751638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/1867443104577751638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/1867443104577751638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2011/04/reading-scriptures.html' title='Reading Scriptures...'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5812838720764673330</id><published>2011-03-10T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:50:28.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us go to the land of love dear......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WftICktf-AQ/TXlxNt75mEI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lgoyB9GrI5k/s1600/ye%2Bwali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WftICktf-AQ/TXlxNt75mEI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lgoyB9GrI5k/s200/ye%2Bwali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to  sail through the time with you..&lt;br /&gt;blissfully ignoring the harsh realities of life&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand and transcend in my timeless world,&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave our footprints on the sand of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we will fly without any wings&lt;br /&gt;With the imaginary places of  our intellect&lt;br /&gt;Walk bare feet  with me to the unknown islands &lt;br /&gt;Discover luscious wine of love kept for the select&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come into my arms, unload the weight of awareness &lt;br /&gt;Leave behind all the burdens of mundane world&lt;br /&gt;Touch my hand unwaveringly and walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Open yourself to me and let your beauty be unfurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my hands touch your fair side with gentlest art&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and show that burning humid luster &lt;br /&gt;Lie down, let me taste the sweet wine of luscious lips&lt;br /&gt;Let us go to the land of love, avoid any mental fluster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-5812838720764673330?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5812838720764673330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5812838720764673330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5812838720764673330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>It's so difficult..</title><content type='html'>It’s so difficult to forget past .. and keep on living life..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine placing your boat in the middle of a vortex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can an innocent heart forget the past memories, &lt;br /&gt;It’s so difficult to erase someone from the pages of your life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a saddened heart can feel any shred of  happiness.. &lt;br /&gt;It’s so difficult to emerge from the darkness of loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been going as mechanical as possibly it can be, &lt;br /&gt;It’s so difficult to fake a smile with a loner crying heart  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are all what one left with that may be considered a life..&lt;br /&gt;It’s so difficult to hide your sadness and so hard to stay alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do except to complain what life has come to be  &lt;br /&gt;It’s so difficult to find true love and even harder to strive&lt;div 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difficult..'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-325127744819682553</id><published>2011-02-18T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:01:44.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence....</title><content type='html'>Yes there has been a long silence&lt;br /&gt;a very longgggggggggg silence..&lt;br /&gt;between you and I&lt;br /&gt;Why did not you say anything &lt;br /&gt;acknowledging  my presence..&lt;br /&gt;about the conversations &lt;br /&gt;that we had for hours..&lt;br /&gt;About the Unrealized dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...&lt;br /&gt;Your smile..&lt;br /&gt;spreading of your lips in an upward curve..&lt;br /&gt;rise and fall of your eyebrows..&lt;br /&gt;sometime your out of control laughter..&lt;br /&gt;that used to fill my heart..&lt;br /&gt;The scent of your body&lt;br /&gt;the feelings of touch..&lt;br /&gt;make it like you are still here &lt;br /&gt;but ..still this..&lt;br /&gt;unbearable..silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-325127744819682553?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/325127744819682553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=325127744819682553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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conquering many kingdoms, was returning home. On the way, he fell ill and it took him to his death bed. With death staring him in his&lt;br /&gt;face, Alexander realized how his conquests, his great army, his sharp sword&lt;br /&gt;and all his wealth were of no consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now longed to reach home to see his mother's face and bid her his last&lt;br /&gt;adieu. But, he had to accept the fact that his sinking health would not permit him to reach his distant homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mighty conqueror lay prostrate and pale, helplessly waiting to  breathe his last. He called his generals and said, "I will depart from this world soon, I have three wishes, please carry them out without fail." With tears flowing down their cheeks, the generals agreed to abide by their king's last wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "My first desire is that", said Alexander, My physicians alone must" carry &lt;br /&gt;        my coffin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)     After a pause, he continued, "Secondly, I desire that when my coffin is &lt;br /&gt;       being carried to the grave, the path leading to the graveyard be strewn &lt;br /&gt;       with gold, silver and precious stones which I have collected in my treasury".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)     The king felt exhausted after saying this. He took a minute's rest and &lt;br /&gt;       continued. "My third and last wish is that both my hands be kept dangling&lt;br /&gt;       out of my coffin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who had gathered there wondered at the king's strange wishes. But no one dared bring the question to their lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander's favorite general kissed his hand and pressed them to his heart.  "O king, we assure you that all your wishes will be fulfilled.  But tell us why do you make such strange wishes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this Alexander took a deep breath and said:  "I would like the world to know of the three lessons I have just learnt. Lessons to be learnt from last 3 wishes of King Alexander...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my physicians to carry my coffin because people should realize that&lt;br /&gt;no doctor on this earth can really cure any body. They are powerless. And cannot save a person from the clutches of death. So let not people take life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The second wish of strewing gold, silver and other riches on the path&lt;br /&gt;to the graveyard is to tell People that not even a fraction of gold will come with me. I spent all my life Greed of Power, earning riches but cannot take anything with me. Let people realize that it is a sheer waste of time to chase wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about my third wish of having my hands dangling out of the coffin, I wish people to know that I came empty handed into this world And empty handed I go out of this world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these words, the king closed his eyes. Soon he let death conquer him and breathed his last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson To Learn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Remember, your Health is in your own hands, look after it.&lt;br /&gt; - Wealth is only meaningful if you can share and also enjoy while you are still&lt;br /&gt;   alive, kicking &amp; healthy.&lt;br /&gt; - What you do for yourself, dies with you. But what you do for others will live&lt;br /&gt;   for ever. &lt;br /&gt; - Leave the “Legacy” behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-8527966285047891007?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/8527966285047891007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=8527966285047891007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/8527966285047891007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/8527966285047891007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2011/02/alexander-greats-last-three-wishes.html' title='Alexander The Great&apos;s Last Three Wishes...'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-4974043139104940219</id><published>2010-07-05T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:37:35.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice is Yours!!</title><content type='html'>There once lived a great mathematician in a village outside Ujjain. He was&lt;br /&gt;often called by the local king to advice on matters related to the economy.&lt;br /&gt;His reputation had spread as far as Taxila in the North and Kanchi in the&lt;br /&gt;South. So it hurt him very much when the village headman told him,"You may&lt;br /&gt;be a great mathematician who advises the king on economic matters but  your son does not know the value of gold or silver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematician called his son and asked, "What is more valuable - gold or silver?" "Gold," said the son. "That is correct. Why is it then that the&lt;br /&gt;village headman makes fun of you, claims you do not know the value of gold&lt;br /&gt;or silver? He teases me every day. He mocks me before other village elders&lt;br /&gt;as a father who neglects his son. This hurts me. I feel everyone in the&lt;br /&gt;village is laughing behind my back because you do not know what is more&lt;br /&gt;valuable, gold or silver. Explain this to me, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the son of the mathematician told his father the reason why the village&lt;br /&gt;headman carried this impression. "Every day on my way to school, the village headman calls me to his house. There, in front of all village elders, he holds out a silver coin in one hand and a gold coin in other. He asks me to pick up the more valuable coin. I pick the silver coin. He laughs, the elders jeer, everyone makes fun of me. And then I go to school. This happens every day. That is why they tell you I do not know the value of gold or silver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was confused. His son knew the value of gold and silver, and yet&lt;br /&gt;when asked to choose between a gold coin and silver coin always picked the&lt;br /&gt;silver coin. "Why don't you pick up the gold coin?" he asked. In response,&lt;br /&gt;the son took the father to his room and showed him a box. In the box were at least a hundred silver coins. Turning to his father, the mathematician' s son said, "The day I pick up the gold coin the game will stop. They will stop having fun and I will stop making money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes in life, we have to play the fool because our seniors and our peers, and sometimes even our juniors like it. That does not mean we lose in the game of life. It just means allowing others to win in one arena of the game, while we win in the other arena of the game. We have to choose which arena matters to us and which arenas do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-4974043139104940219?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/4974043139104940219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=4974043139104940219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/4974043139104940219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/4974043139104940219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/07/choice-is-yours.html' title='Choice is Yours!!'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5965178352979634270</id><published>2010-06-27T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:30:26.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A POEM BY SHRI RABINDRANATH TAGORE</title><content type='html'>Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God,&lt;br /&gt;First fill your own house with the Fragrance of love... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Go not to the temple to light candles before the altar of God,&lt;br /&gt;First remove the darkness of sin from your heart...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Go not to the temple to bow down your head in prayer,&lt;br /&gt;First learn to bow in humility before your fellowmen...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Go not to temple to pray on bended knees,&lt;br /&gt;First bend down to lift someone who is downtrodden. ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Go not to temple to ask for forgiveness for your sins,&lt;br /&gt;First forgive from your heart those who have sinned against you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-5965178352979634270?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5965178352979634270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5965178352979634270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5965178352979634270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5965178352979634270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/06/poem-by-shri-rabindranath-tagore.html' title='A POEM BY SHRI RABINDRANATH TAGORE'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5096612525714138603</id><published>2010-06-27T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T10:17:29.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Said!!</title><content type='html'>Napoleon........&lt;br /&gt;"The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people,&lt;br /&gt;But because of the silence of good people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein.... .....&lt;br /&gt;"I am thankful to all those who said NO to me&lt;br /&gt;Its Because of them I did it myself.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln..... ....&lt;br /&gt;"If friendship is your weakest point then you are the strongest person in&lt;br /&gt;the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare. .........&lt;br /&gt;"Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow!&lt;br /&gt;But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willian Arthur...... ...&lt;br /&gt;"Opportunities Are Like Sunrises, If You Wait Too Long You Can Miss Them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare. ....&lt;br /&gt;"Never Play With The Feelings Of Others Because You May Win The Game But&lt;br /&gt;The Risk Is That You Will Surely Loose The Person For Life Time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler.....&lt;br /&gt;"When You Are In The Light, Everything Follows You,&lt;br /&gt;But When You Enter Into The Dark, Even Your Own Shadow Doesnt Follow You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare. ......... ...&lt;br /&gt;"Coin Always Makes Sound But The Currency Notes Are Always Silent.&lt;br /&gt;So When Your Value Increases Keep Yourself Calm Silent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keats....... .&lt;br /&gt;"It Is Very Easy To Defeat Someone, But It Is Very Hard To Win Someone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Almighty Bless You With Health,Happiness and Prosperity Always.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-5096612525714138603?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5096612525714138603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5096612525714138603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5096612525714138603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5096612525714138603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/06/napoleon.html' title='Well Said!!'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5277797424244634258</id><published>2010-06-16T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:04:17.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hare turns into a Tortoise....</title><content type='html'>6 mi  00:55 09:09 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a 6 mile run at Baylands park in Sunnyvale. Had a great run as I changed my running style a bit and felt extremely good. I read somewhere today a few things about running and followings struck a chord and I thought I will try them;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do not stretch before run - logic is that muscles are cold and stretching them is not a good and will not help in running and chances are that you may damage them. So today I did not stretch before running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Run at a slow pace even though when you know that you can run faster - now this has been my problem, I have tendency to run faster. It's funny, today I really understood the real moral of the Aesop's tale of Hare and a Tortoise. Lol. I used to get tired like the hare and kept on taking breaks, running out of breath. However, my today's run was like a tortoise and believe me today I ran continuously 4 1/2 miles without break, even that I took thinking maybe I should stretch a bit. After about 5 minutes stretch I ran again all the way to start point. I did not have out of breath feelings, my legs were not that achy or painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last tip I used, after run I took a cold shower, as cold as I could handle it. Whatever little bit pain I had disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know as how many of you have similar struggle. If you do , try but I enjoyed. Maybe it will help you as it did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, my running average by time also turned out to be even better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Running&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-5277797424244634258?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5277797424244634258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5277797424244634258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5277797424244634258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5277797424244634258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/06/hare-turns-into-tortoise.html' title='Hare turns into a Tortoise....'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5721678367506699883</id><published>2010-06-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:45:38.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My this year's journey for SF marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CASH_SH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="State" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0in;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CASH_SH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="State" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0in;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; June ...I ran 8 miles at a local trail called Los Gatos Trail in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. While it was a bit painful as during this year's practice this is the first time I have done this long. Every year it seems so difficult to train for marathon, however, I feel this is helping me a lot from health point of view. From now on I will start posting my progress to SF Marathon that is going to be on 25th July 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started in the morning at 6.51AM and finished 8.17 AM – 1 hour 26 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-5721678367506699883?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5721678367506699883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5721678367506699883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5721678367506699883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5721678367506699883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-this-years-journey-for-sf-marathon.html' title='My this year&apos;s journey for SF marathon'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-6006284373789929504</id><published>2010-04-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:22:59.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube - Learn a North Indian Song: Jago Mohan Pyare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gnRUiMic0A&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;YouTube - Learn a North Indian Song: Jago Mohan Pyare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-6006284373789929504?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gnRUiMic0A&amp;feature=related' title='YouTube - Learn a North Indian Song: Jago Mohan Pyare'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/6006284373789929504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=6006284373789929504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/6006284373789929504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/6006284373789929504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/04/youtube-learn-north-indian-song-jago.html' title='YouTube - Learn a North Indian Song: Jago Mohan Pyare'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-9061882517257456095</id><published>2010-02-19T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:43:52.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read at least once a week Written by 90 years old Regina Brett</title><content type='html'>1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job will not take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and   &lt;br /&gt;        parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You do not have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It is more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It is OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it will not screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It is OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do not compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey&lt;br /&gt;        is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you should not be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. However, do not worry;&lt;br /&gt;        God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that is not useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you, really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It is never too late to have a happy childhood. However, the second &lt;br /&gt;        one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take &lt;br /&gt;        no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, and wear the fancy lingerie. &lt;br /&gt;        Do not save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, and then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Do not wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: 'In five years, &lt;br /&gt;        will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give more time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do not take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you &lt;br /&gt;        did or did not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do not audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative – dying young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, &lt;br /&gt;        we would grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-9061882517257456095?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/9061882517257456095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=9061882517257456095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/9061882517257456095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/9061882517257456095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/02/read-at-least-once-week-written-by-90.html' title='Read at least once a week Written by 90 years old Regina Brett'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5752133759392926069</id><published>2010-02-03T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:25:01.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be Indian is now first prize in life’s lottery</title><content type='html'>To be Indian is now first prize in life’s lottery&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;29.01.10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they know of England who only England knows? I have just returned from a two-week holiday traversing Tamil Nadu. Unfortunately, in order to secure a tourist visa, I had to give the Indian authorities a solemn undertaking that I wouldn't write about my experiences. So I can't share with you the delights of Tamil Nadu, its fabulous temples, its sensational food or the unfailing courtesy and hospitality of its people. &lt;br /&gt;What I can reveal is that I've encountered more beggars on the streets of London in the past week than I did in my entire sojourn in Tamil Nadu. India is the future — 25 per cent of people in the world under the age of 25 are Indian — and Tamil Nadu is one of its most prosperous states. &lt;br /&gt;I also think I can share with you details of my return flight from Chennai to Heathrow on British Airways without incurring the wrath of Shiva. I haven't flown with BA for 20-odd years and it was an eye-opener. Full marks to BA for punctuality and in-flight entertainment (excellent choice of films from Julie &amp; Julia to The Reader). But the BA cabin steward was unfathomably rude to the mainly Indian passengers and made me squirm with embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;Why did he refuse to help any of us load our hand luggage into the overhead lockers? Or even deign to show us where we might find a free locker to stow away our bags? When an Indian passenger gently remonstrated with him, the steward replied tartly: “It's my duty to stay at the back of the plane.” Was he already on strike? OK, we all have bad hair days, but it left a sour note in the air. And what an appalling impression to give a first-time visitor to England (I was sitting next to one). &lt;br /&gt;The next day I witnessed bank rage at my local branch of Lloyds in Kensington High Street. For some reason there are never enough cashiers to man the tills so a huge queue of impatient customers always quickly builds up. The man in front of me had had enough and hurled abuse at the staff. &lt;br /&gt;It was a disgrace, he shouted, that Lloyds had to be bailed out by taxpayers with billions of pounds and yet the bank couldn't even find enough staff to man its tills: “Get me the manager!” “I am the duty manager.” “Get behind the till!” “I can't get behind the till because I'm not a cashier.” &lt;br /&gt;So what do I know of England after my trip to India? That we are a nation of jobsworths and British Airways and Lloyds Bank still have a long way to go in improving customer relations. It used to be said that to be born British was to win the first prize in the lottery of life. In my next life I would like to be born an Indian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-5752133759392926069?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5752133759392926069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5752133759392926069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5752133759392926069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5752133759392926069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-indian-is-now-first-prize-in.html' title='To be Indian is now first prize in life’s lottery'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-6363830226074705134</id><published>2010-01-13T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:52:03.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love" by Swami Vivekananda</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CASH_SH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS";	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0in;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}p	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto;	margin-right:0in;	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;	margin-left:0in;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CASH_SH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Century Gothic";	panose-1:2 11 5 2 2 2 2 2 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0in;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}p	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto;	margin-right:0in;	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;	margin-left:0in;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;"You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;This was how I saw it:&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to&lt;br /&gt;posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;they try to posses it, they demand, they expect...and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature.&lt;br /&gt;If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.&lt;br /&gt;Give and don't expect. Advise, but don't order.&lt;br /&gt;Ask, but never demand. It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice.&lt;br /&gt;It is the secret to true love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing thought.... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we&lt;br /&gt;take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWAMI VIVEKANANDA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-6363830226074705134?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/6363830226074705134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=6363830226074705134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/6363830226074705134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/6363830226074705134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-by-swami-vivekananda.html' title='&quot;Love&quot; by Swami Vivekananda'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-5114792472973819121</id><published>2008-12-17T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:37:42.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity!!</title><content type='html'>Creativity. The word is so simple and yet the creative process is so complicated.  Recently, one of my nephews, invited me to visit his blog and review his poems. When I was visiting his blog it suddenly occured to me as what he must be thinking when he created his poems. This thought continued to haunt me and made me get deeply involved about this subject, so much so that I thought it would be better if I write this down so maybe it can help me or the readers of this blog to find answers to somewhat similar quest. So I just decided to jot it down here and share this with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think  that Creativity is and how one goes about creating something?  I know for fact that to create something is not very easy for me I have to go deep into my imagination and collect my thoughts to be able to present them in a written format so that when I read it I can enjoy and may be some of my readers following me can agree with me or share their thoughts on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in order to be able to create something one must be driven by an idea, or a concept or thought that drive them to create in whatever art form one choose to express. It requires certain sensibilities, insight, awareness of the surroundings, sensitivities as how one reacts to different situations,  circumstances and then compare that with one's own experience to be able to express them in the best of their ability in an art form. An artiste may express these thoughts, imaginations, feelings in the form of a painting. A writer may draw a lot of from his or her real life experiences and or where they have been a witness to some thought provoking experiences and weave it through the medium of their language by choosing appropriate words that help them to express it beautifully. An actor may draw similar experiences and search their own soul to pour in the presentation of a character; to portray a picture for the audience using the screen of their own minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selection of creative medium is a training process. The more you use an art form to express  your inner feelings, turmoil, romance, pain, despair becomes the medium that you get mentally trained for your expression. We all have heard of  term used by so many writers or artistes called 'mental block'.What is this mental block? It may be confusing for the people who are not involved in any creative process, but the people who are in creative process faces this all the time. In simple form, your mind struggles as how to express the inner thoughts or feelings by using the art form one is trained on. It is very difficult to make it a mechanical process that you plan to create something and you schedule that you will do so every day from 9 AM to 12 PM. No, it is not going to happen.  If someone is doing that, it can not be a true expression of creativity. Alternately may be one get so comfortable or experienced that they can draw from their inner mind just by making an instant demand and create an art form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest creator of this world is God. He has created so much beauty in so many different forms all around us. Sometime I wish how wonderful it would be if whatever I think or feel I can be in a position to create it immediately. But then I guess it probably would not be so satisfying also. Let me know what do you think?How we can improve creative process? Do you have any experience in overcoming and or mastering the creatvity? I am waiting to hear from you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-5114792472973819121?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/5114792472973819121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=5114792472973819121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5114792472973819121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/5114792472973819121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2008/12/creativity.html' title='Creativity!!'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-29163145683750932</id><published>2008-12-03T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:45:09.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Ready For A Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://dayinsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-we-ready-for-change.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTTqyWvfDI/AAAAAAAABBw/8n9hUIzU1RE/s1600-h/20081130sandeep4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTTqyWvfDI/AAAAAAAABBw/8n9hUIzU1RE/s320/20081130sandeep4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275073795582819378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTTdkmLAyI/AAAAAAAABBo/pnzHIC5fd88/s1600-h/20081130sandeep3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTTdkmLAyI/AAAAAAAABBo/pnzHIC5fd88/s320/20081130sandeep3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275073568551142178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTTRc1AHuI/AAAAAAAABBg/yhqsK3fbwP4/s1600-h/20081130sandeep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTTRc1AHuI/AAAAAAAABBg/yhqsK3fbwP4/s320/20081130sandeep2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275073360307429090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTFFWQ7CiI/AAAAAAAABBI/46nZ1PbDq9A/s1600-h/major+sandeep+unnikrishnan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTFFWQ7CiI/AAAAAAAABBI/46nZ1PbDq9A/s320/major+sandeep+unnikrishnan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275057759224269346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my room, far away from my motherland, my heart was crying watching on television what has been going on in Mumbai. My mind and heart is still numb from this mindless terror that snatched the lives of so many innocent people. Who are these people? How did they dare to attack our motherland? I can not take my mind away from the thoughts and feelings of those unaware victims. What they must be thinking? How can these young cruel terrorists can be so mindless? They had no logic or feelings to take away lives of someone's daughters, mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers. Terror have no religion. These terrorists are merchants of death. They deserve no mercy from anyone. Any religion or faith that purporates such mindless violence should be shunned. No such religion can show any path leading to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute the martyers who have lost their lives to protect the lives of their countrymen. My heart cried the loudest but silently to see Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan' mother crying by the side of his body during his last journey. I salute this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was shameful that on Sunday 30th November, Kerala Chief Minister V.S. Achuthanandan and his Home Minister Kodiyeri Balakrishnan showed up so late at Major's house . They were rightfully turned away by Major Sandeep's brave father K. Unnikrishnan when they came to condole the death of his only son, who had been killed by terrorists in Mumbai. Mr Achuthanandan said had the nerve to criticise him by saying that “a soldier’s father should have displayed better behavior.” Mr. Achuthanandan told a news channel: “He [Mr. Unnikrishnan] says that the Kerala CM didn’t come whereas the Karnataka CM came in the morning … Is there a rule that the CMs of Kerala and Karnataka should be there at the same time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;If not for Sandeep's house, not even a dog would have gone there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; How can he ever say such words to a soldier who laid down his life. This is show of such a deploreable and shamful  behavior by a leader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we ready for a change? All the people I have talked to wants to do something but don't know what to do. Change is not going to happen by the resignation of some political leaders. We need to change our entire politicial system. We must have accountability from our leaders. Change is not going to happen by electing different parties and its leaders. We need to have a leader of change. We need another Mahatama Gandhi, Subhash Chandra Bose, someone who has no link to any party. Someone who is completely outside of our corrupted political system. Someone who has a vision to uplift the entire nation; the young, the old, the rich, the poor, irrelevant of their caste or religion the downtrodden, the elite, the young, the old, will completely follow, trust and respect. Somone who can make this country a peaceful place for all religion to able to live together Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs and Christian - everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us join hands to change our political process, to encourage new blood, someone who does not have a political dynasty or is a career politician. We have made such strides in so many fields then why these should not be encouraged to lead our nation? I ask you, let us join together and change this system. The change can come from a few all we need persistent effort and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vande Mataram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-29163145683750932?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/29163145683750932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=29163145683750932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/29163145683750932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/29163145683750932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-we-ready-for-change.html' title='Are We Ready For A Change?'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5nW_WerqT4/STTTqyWvfDI/AAAAAAAABBw/8n9hUIzU1RE/s72-c/20081130sandeep4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-7630719957682256080</id><published>2008-10-31T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:51:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahlil Gibran - Quotes from my favorite childhood writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39756.html"&gt;Every man loves two women;the one is the creation of his imagination and the other is not yet born.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2266.html"&gt;Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/36336.html"&gt;God made Truth with many doors to welcome every believer who knocks on them.    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1513.html"&gt;I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2381.html"&gt;If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/8483.html"&gt;If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2907.html"&gt;If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39755.html"&gt;In the sweetness of friendship; let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/37599.html"&gt;It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39165.html"&gt;Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3005.html"&gt;Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/40059.html"&gt;The deeper sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/8555.html"&gt;The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So it is with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personalities.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437798388293929670-7630719957682256080?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/7630719957682256080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=7630719957682256080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/7630719957682256080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/7630719957682256080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2008/10/kahlil-gibran-quotes-from-my-favorite.html' title='Kahlil Gibran - Quotes from my favorite childhood writer'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437798388293929670.post-2504777084136042240</id><published>2008-10-31T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:42:48.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindset - Gandhian</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://dayinsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2008/04/mindset-gandhian.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;What constitutes Gandhian Mindset. I found these words and had to capture them in a brief post. These summarize Gandhian Mindset very well -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keen observation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selflessness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patient Determination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In-Sync Emotions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Critical Thinking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decisive Persistence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/2437798388293929670-2504777084136042240?l=whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/feeds/2504777084136042240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2437798388293929670&amp;postID=2504777084136042240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/2504777084136042240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2437798388293929670/posts/default/2504777084136042240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupsiliconvalley.blogspot.com/2008/10/mindset-gandhian.html' title='Mindset - Gandhian'/><author><name>आशु</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177586469111424698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10KuNx7_m4/TeXMXEKvfsI/AAAAAAAABc0/DyWzrCTrm7U/s220/Ash%2BSharma.jpeg.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
