<?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-2229595168257312313</id><updated>2012-02-07T22:37:17.027-08:00</updated><category term='My Posts'/><category term='Forward Emails'/><title type='text'>The one, who kneels down to the Lord, can stand up to anything</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-5262329911497643191</id><published>2012-02-07T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:12:05.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a series of ‘Hello’ and ‘Bye Bye’</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A very sentimental quote, &lt;strong&gt;Life is a series of ‘Hello’ and ‘Bye Bye’&lt;/strong&gt;. I read it in one of the Last Day email sent by my old colleague. I met her when I joined this company, she was a fresher then. She then moved to Pune, leaving behind those wonderful memories of tea time and trekking to Taranga Hills. She mentioned in her Last Day email that life is a series of ‘Hello’ and ‘Bye Bye’. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So true. As of today, we must have met so many people. When I say so many, I mean SO MANY. Endless. Uncountable. Some we still remember today, some were just near to strangers, some weren’t strangers but didn’t really have any impact on you, some are everlasting, and finally, some who really left their footprints in the sands of time! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;At times, I end up writing a quote or a thought on the white board that is on my desk. Today, I wrote, &lt;strong&gt;“They say, Wait for some time and things will be okay… But they also say, Time moves on and waits for none…”&lt;/strong&gt; All I wanted to convey was the confusion that runs inside my mind 24/7, and i.e., we want to give time for some things to work out, but then at the same time,the time flies out through the window. What can we really do? Or, what are we supposed to do? There’s no answer to these questions, but to go with the first phrase of the sentence that ‘Wait for some time, and things will be okay…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-5262329911497643191?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/5262329911497643191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=5262329911497643191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/5262329911497643191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/5262329911497643191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-is-series-of-hello-and-bye-bye.html' title='Life is a series of ‘Hello’ and ‘Bye Bye’'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-115702605012437435</id><published>2012-01-16T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:56:26.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali in Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’s more than 2 months now, however, the memories are up and fresh. Diwali time, and we were off to Dubai. Never thought, I’ll end up to a trip to Dubai. My father got a leaflet, and asked us, my cousin, I, brother, and my mom, if we were geared up to a trip to Dubai. Prior to this, we had always thought of some or the other trips, had flipped through the newspaper, but ultimately ended up to a trip to a theatre to watch some commercial success movie! This time too, somewhere back in mind, I thought, we all are going to end up either in some mall, or in some theatre. However, it happened. It clicked. It worked. We got the tickets booked, and kept waiting for Diwali to arrive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was the New Year’s eve (new year as per Hindu calendar), and we boarded flight to Dubai. Can’t believe the excitement we all had, the fun that was lingering in our mind. In 2 to 3 hours, we were there, and kicked off with a shopping spree :) We were there for 4 nights and 5 days, and had a great time. Went to almost all the famous visiting places, starting from the tallest building – The Burj Khalifa Tower (tallest as of today, Jan 2012), the most expensive hotel – The Al Burj Arab (visited from outside:)), the Palm beach, the Jumeirah road, the Sheikh Zayed Mosque in Abu Dhabi, the Sand Dunes desert safari, the Dubai Mall, Sharjah cricket stadium, and so on. It was an awesome trip, with some great people – my brother, my little one, my cousin, my mom &amp;amp; dad, and one of our family friend’s family. Enjoyed, and had fun! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There might be more trips lined up for me, who knows? But, this trip was one trip I would always cherish, for no matter what places I visit in future, but I might never be able to visit with the same set of people. And that’s what makes this trip one of the most memorable trips of my life. Had been to US, had lived in Ireland for more than 8 years, but this 5 day trip has left some great memories to cherish for all of us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am sure, you too will have some memories going on in your mind while you are reading this? Write it down now…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-115702605012437435?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/115702605012437435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=115702605012437435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/115702605012437435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/115702605012437435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2012/01/diwali-in-dubai.html' title='Diwali in Dubai'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-3546367628348417604</id><published>2012-01-16T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:39:14.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’s after a long time, I have got some time to write on my blog. Nothing new has happened, and old is as old as it was. Neither I am waiting for anything new to happen, nor let any old stuff change. Why? Don’t ask.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’s been cold, and am badly affected with it. Its there since three weeks now, runny nose with phlegm, and bit of cough that more irritates my colleagues than me :) Wanted to go see doctor today, but missed cab, and now have to delay it until tomorrow. What else? Nothing much. Little one is done with her exams, and am kind of relaxed now until she starts getting her lengthy tricky homework again. Exams were good, but were tricky, for she wasn’t really ready to study. The timetable ran up to 2 weeks, and thus she was more frustrated with the feeling of ‘exams are never ending’. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday and day before that was Uttarayan. People running up on terrace, and with me sitting in my drawing room, watching some TV, cooking, cleaning, and just reading out some articles. Am not a big fan of kites, but it’s ok to see people enjoying in their own way. Life has been now more like ‘no more festivals’, and am happy with it. I don’t mind being more mechanical and just worry about my work and my little one. If these two are ok, I will have festival each and every day! That’s how things have been lately, and I have started liking it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I want to do more and more in my work now, raise Aahana, look after my family, and just be the way I am. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-3546367628348417604?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/3546367628348417604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=3546367628348417604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/3546367628348417604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/3546367628348417604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time…'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-5323542768847487313</id><published>2011-07-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:53:34.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thankful to those who have given you opportunities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A lot of people are involved in constructing you! These people are not your parents or family members, they are not your friends or neighbors, but these are those people who are there in your life for a short span. They let you do what you want to do. They hold your hand in such a way, you would feel you're holding your own hand!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the people who give you the opportunity to be, to do, what you want. Sometimes, we are fully loaded with talent, with immense capacity to do hard work, but we don't get that opportunity to perform. These people help us there. They are not doing any favors to us, they're those strangers on the road who guide you when you're lost with an address!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who all can you think of when you read this post? These are the people you need to be thankful for whatever you are today.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-5323542768847487313?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/5323542768847487313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=5323542768847487313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/5323542768847487313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/5323542768847487313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-thankful-to-those-who-have-given-you.html' title='Be thankful to those who have given you opportunities!'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-6384970245440027551</id><published>2011-07-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:44:05.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diplomacy - Good or Bad?</title><content type='html'>Big Question. Being diplomatic, a real diplomatic, is it good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you're advised to be tactful when it comes to dealing with people. I agree. You should. At least, it maintains an equilibrium of peace, cordiality, and respect. But, at times, you know through the core of your heart, that you're not wrong. You talking straight to the point should not become an inflated issue, should not be bothersome. Yet, you're supposed to deal it tactfully. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we ever realize, being diplomatic is in itself a habit. A bad habit. It takes away your confidence and snatches away your ability to standby yourself. Trust me. For situations that are pretty straightforward, and requires&amp;nbsp;only Yes or No, you would still be diplomatic, and would try to find a third answer, for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet a lot of people from morning to evening. Each one of them, including me, is unique. All of us possess a great amount of power to be diplomatic. We deal with words, with statements, and of course, with unsaid answers! And at the end of the day, we understand the diplomacy we offer each other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-6384970245440027551?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/6384970245440027551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=6384970245440027551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/6384970245440027551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/6384970245440027551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2011/07/diplomacy-good-or-bad.html' title='Diplomacy - Good or Bad?'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-4994000808412997716</id><published>2011-01-21T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:01:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...My sweet friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aah, it was all a friends day...Nothing special, though, but then it started with a breakdown of my cab!   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;On my way, my cab brokedown and we few friends thought for a tea, and then going temple. Later, one of my friend gave me a surprise by letting me know that now she is taken!!! Yes, she surprised me saying that she is into a relationship and is dating! WOW !    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;A while ago, my best friend called up from States, and aah we talked, talked, and talked! Talked so much! She is my childhood friend, my childhood sweet heart... Actually, she ended up looking at some pictures and hence thought of me, and she called up...    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;A friends day, alltogether...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-4994000808412997716?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/4994000808412997716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=4994000808412997716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4994000808412997716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4994000808412997716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2011/01/friendsmy-sweet-friends.html' title='Friends...My sweet friends'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-7872726909253773837</id><published>2010-12-31T03:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:02:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have to lose before winning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happiness has become a very random thought for me! It scares me, whenever I am happy. I don’t want to be happy, for I know that soon would be taken away! I don’t want to break away from the routine of loneliness! Don’t want to dare to double existing joy, for I would be more heart-broken when it won’t last! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have so many questions for Almighty, lined up when I see them face-to-face! God knows what we had, what we have, what we are going to have! Then why to throw such situations at us that He knows it won’t last! If this is the definition of “excitement”, we don’t want such excitements!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, you figured out right! A bit of upsetting has happened! Lost something before I could win! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Am actually not so happy right now. Wishing something, happened something! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life is one crazy thing that has happened to me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, it is New Year’s eve, and it has started for me! May be not something I expected!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Good luck, friends!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-7872726909253773837?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/7872726909253773837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=7872726909253773837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/7872726909253773837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/7872726909253773837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-do-i-have-to-lose-before-winning.html' title='Why do I have to lose before winning!'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-4156168150770524338</id><published>2010-12-29T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:50:56.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is just a date in the Calendar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Am getting loads of emails and messages for the new year. I was going through the newspaper, and from the first to the last page it was all about 1Jan2011. Predictions, past, top 10 actors, top 10 politicians, top 10 movies, and top 10 fixers! Tuned to radio, and every station was talking about either last decade or what were the top 10 mysteries or killings of this year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There was no where I could find anything related to today, i.e., 30-12-2010, Thursday. For me, 1st January is just a date in a calendar, a new month, and a new year. Nothing more exciting than this. It had never been so special for me, and whenever it had been special, it only camouflaged some kind of “should not have happened” situations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today, our cab got punctured, and we had to stop over until the wheel was fixed. Luckily, the cab broke down near by a tea stall. Morning half 9, nice weather, we decided to have tea at the tea stall. Five of us walked up to the stall, and had tea. And then, few pictures! All in all, a fun start to kick-off the morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went to canteen with few of my colleagues, and there I came across this newspaper that only talked about new year. I explained one of my colleague about my thoughts for the new year. I used to be very excited for new year, initially. One such year, I got apprehended about the new year, for the past year was very fun-filling, and hence was wondering how good the coming year would be. So one of the dear one explained, “It is just a date in the Calendar”! From there on, it has only been a date in the calendar!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, It is just a date in the Calendar!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-4156168150770524338?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/4156168150770524338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=4156168150770524338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4156168150770524338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4156168150770524338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-is-just-date-in-calendar.html' title='It is just a date in the Calendar!'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-7017685113853410426</id><published>2010-12-27T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:04:41.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At home, on leave today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;Have taken leave today. Had multiple reasons, first, my little one's exams are lined up, and second, I had a leave that would have elapsed had I not availed it. It's a cloudy day outside, and a bit boring. Nothing is planned, except a bit of cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;Life does go boring, at times. One do needs a company to talk and share, at times. Bloggers are doing a great job for people like us, who are loners. They actually help us in getting touch with our own selves. Good job, bloggers, and thanks a ton for introducing this new technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-7017685113853410426?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/7017685113853410426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=7017685113853410426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/7017685113853410426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/7017685113853410426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-home-on-leave-today.html' title='At home, on leave today'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-4727422126867045857</id><published>2010-12-24T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:58:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;Life is beautiful, and one needs to live. A lot of people consider life as the beautiful gift God has given, but what when we end up misusing this life! &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;Today is Christmas Eve, 01:15am in my desktop clock. Am sitting in a dark room. My brother is fast asleep in his bed, and I am on the desktop chair. Christmas Eve, a beautiful evening that is mostly spent with family and friends, wishing around Merry Christmas. I am not a Catholic, but I have lived in Ireland for long years, and hence I love to celebrate this festival...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;But, am missing something! That feeling, that emotion, that enthusiasm, am missing all that, when I pretend to be happy. Whenever and wherever, I have worn that happy face for the sake of my family, I have always missed the core element of happiness from it. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;Today, when I am happy, my old parents and my little one seem to be happy. How long will I be able to continue this, only my Santa friend knows... &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;I am a bit crancky today, for no reason at all. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;Take care, and a very merry christmast, to all my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-4727422126867045857?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/4727422126867045857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=4727422126867045857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4727422126867045857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4727422126867045857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-2010.html' title='Christmas Eve, 2010'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-7348783587983718989</id><published>2010-12-24T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:43:32.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A SPECIAL X'MAS GREETINGS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHEERS TO OUR SOLDIERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE, MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY, WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO, IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES, OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT, CAME THROUGH MY MIND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR, IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED, AN INDIAN SOLDIER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WAS THIS THE HERO, OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I REALIZED THE FAMILIES, THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS, WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWN-UPS WOULD CELEBRATE, A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM, EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I COULDN'T HELP WONDER, HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE, IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT, A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES, AND STARTED TO CRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE SOLDIER AWAKENED, AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL, AND WE BOTH SHIVERED, FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE, ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR, SO WILLING TO FIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-7348783587983718989?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/7348783587983718989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=7348783587983718989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/7348783587983718989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/7348783587983718989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2010/12/special-xmas-greetings.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-771090678233764144</id><published>2009-09-15T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:57:13.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't my day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nothing bad happened. Still, I panic for no reason! I could have handled things easily, but I didn't. Somewhere I panic, over-reacted, dragged people in, transferred pressure somewhere, everything for no reason.   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;End of day, problem solved, but I am not so happy. Why? I don't know. Hope, tomorrow I see a much better day!    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-771090678233764144?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/771090678233764144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=771090678233764144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/771090678233764144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/771090678233764144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-wasnt-my-day.html' title='It wasn&amp;#39;t my day!'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-4355039410455541703</id><published>2009-09-11T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:49.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forward Emails'/><title type='text'>Engineer v/s Manager</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courtesy: Forwarded email&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She reduced altitude and spotted a man below.She descended a bit more and shouted, 'Excuse me sir, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago but I don't know where I am.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below replied, 'you’re in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground.You're between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be an engineer,' said the lady balloonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am', replied the man. 'How did you know?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, answered the balloonist, 'everything you told me is technically correct, but I've no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me at all. If anything you've delayed my trip even more.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below responded, 'You must be in management.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I am,' replied the lady balloonist, 'but, how did you know?'&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' said the man, 'You don't know where you are, or where you're going.You have risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air within. You made a promise, which you've no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you, to solve your problems.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not take it personal if you are engineer or manager...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-4355039410455541703?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/4355039410455541703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=4355039410455541703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4355039410455541703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4355039410455541703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/09/engineer-vs-management.html' title='Engineer v/s Manager'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-1223623334409542223</id><published>2009-09-11T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:49.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forward Emails'/><title type='text'>10 most funny out-of-office replies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courtesy: Forwarded email&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Best of Dilbert "Out-Of-Office" E-Mail Auto-Reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sorry to have missed you but I am at the doctors having my brain removed so that I may be promoted to management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will be unable to delete all the unread, worthless emails you send me until I return from vacation on 4/18. Please be patient and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been charged $5.99 for the first ten words and $1.99 for each additional word in your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The e-mail server is unable to verify your server connection and is unable to deliver this message. Please restart your computer and try sending again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(The beauty of this is that when you return, you can see how many in-duh-viduals did this over and over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system. You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hi. I'm thinking about what you've just sent me. Please wait by your PC for my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've run away to join a different circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will be out of the office for the next 2 weeks for medical reasons. When I return, please refer to me as 'Susie' instead of 'Steve'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-1223623334409542223?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/1223623334409542223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=1223623334409542223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/1223623334409542223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/1223623334409542223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-most-funny-out-of-office-replies.html' title='10 most funny out-of-office replies!'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-5336080516968160796</id><published>2009-09-11T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:49.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forward Emails'/><title type='text'>During difficult times</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We all know this one: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a man was having a conversation with God when his whole life flashed before his eyes as a series of footsteps on the sands of time. He saw that there were two pairs of footprints, but during the most difficult periods of his life there were only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked God "You said you will be with me throughout this journey, but why have you deserted me during the most critical times of my life??" to which God answered "Son, I did not desert you, I was always with you...you see only one set of footprints Because during those difficult times in your life, I was carrying you in my hands" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now know this one too!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day I was having a similar conversation with my Project Manager (PM) when my whole project flashed before my eyes as a series of footsteps on the sands of time. I saw that there were two pairs of footprints, but during the most difficult times in the project there were only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my PM "You said you will be with me throughout the project, but why have you deserted me during the most critical times of the project??" to which the PM answered "Son, I did not desert you, I was always with you...you see only one set of footprints because during those difficult times, I was sitting on your head!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-5336080516968160796?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/5336080516968160796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=5336080516968160796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/5336080516968160796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/5336080516968160796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/09/during-difficult-times.html' title='During difficult times'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-7667633942174342550</id><published>2009-09-11T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:49.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forward Emails'/><title type='text'>Priceless Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. “Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go grocery shopping. Love You!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally shocked with the note , he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. He asks, “Son, what happened last night?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son says, “Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the man asks, “So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, “Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said, “LADY LEAVE ME ALONE! I’M MARRIED!“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral&lt;br /&gt;Self-induced hangover - $ 400.00&lt;br /&gt;Broken crockery - $ 800.00&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - $ 10.00&lt;br /&gt;Saying the Right Thing While Drunk - “PRICELESS “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are truly some things that both money and Mastercard can’t buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-7667633942174342550?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/7667633942174342550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=7667633942174342550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/7667633942174342550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/7667633942174342550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/09/priceless-words.html' title='Priceless Words'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-3926837698785840506</id><published>2009-09-11T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:49.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forward Emails'/><title type='text'>Muddy Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courtesy- forwarded email&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the Buddha was walking from one town to another town with a few of his followers. This was in the initial days. While they were traveling, they happened to pass a lake. They stopped there and the Buddha told one of his disciples, "I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disciple walked up to the lake. When he reached it, he noticed that right at that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, the water became very muddy, very turbid. The disciple thought, "How can I give this muddy water to the Buddha to drink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he came back and told the Buddha, "The water in there is very muddy. I don't think it is fit to drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about half an hour, again the Buddha asked the same disciple to go back to the lake and get him some water to drink. The disciple obediently went back to the lake.This time too he found that the lake was muddy. He returned and told the Buddha the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, the Buddha once again asked the same disciple to return to the lake. The disciple reached the lake to find it absolutely clean and clear with pure water in it. The mud had settled down and the water above it looked fit to be had. So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to the Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha looked at the water, and then he looked up at the disciple and said," See what you did to make the water clean? You let it be.... and the mud settled down on its own - and you got clear water.Your mind is also like that! When it is disturbed, just let it be. Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own. You don't have to put in any effort to calm it down. It will happen. It is effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how much do we follow this story in our day-to-day life, as since morning till night we face loads of snags, hitches, problems, setbacks, and what not. It becomes difficult to spare time to let things settle on their own.... It is not about taking patience in our stride but it is about how we manage ourselves when waiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-3926837698785840506?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/3926837698785840506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=3926837698785840506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/3926837698785840506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/3926837698785840506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/09/muddy-water.html' title='Muddy Water'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-4112769827895563278</id><published>2009-09-11T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:49.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forward Emails'/><title type='text'>A Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In a small town in America, a person decided to open up his bar business, which was right opposite to a church. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The church &amp;amp; its congregation started a campaign to block the bar from opening with petitions and prayed daily against his business. Work progressed. However, when it was almost complete and was about to open a few days later, a strong lightning struck the bar and it was burnt to the ground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The church folk were rather smug in their outlook after that, till the bar owner sued the church authorities for $2million on the grounds that the church through its congregation &amp;amp; prayers was ultimately responsible for the demise of his bar shop, either through direct or indirect actions or means. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In its reply to the court, the church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection that their prayers were reasons to the bar shop's demise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In support of their claim they referred to the Benson study at Harvard that inter-cessionary prayer had no impact! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As the case made its way into court, the judge looked over the paperwork and at the hearing and commented :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"I don't know how I am going to decide this case, but it appears from the paperwork, we have a bar owner who believes in the power of prayer and we have an entire church and its devotees that doesn't !! " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-4112769827895563278?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/4112769827895563278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=4112769827895563278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4112769827895563278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4112769827895563278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/09/paradox.html' title='A Paradox'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-4888051388436707892</id><published>2009-09-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:42:00.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Posts'/><title type='text'>Trekking at Taranga Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDZQZiRI4I/AAAAAAAAB8s/NddrPSdtUoU/s1600-h/hemal_trek_mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377536830836122498" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDZQZiRI4I/AAAAAAAAB8s/NddrPSdtUoU/s200/hemal_trek_mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDZVRLrtAI/AAAAAAAAB80/ffInncv0CI8/s1600-h/hemal_trek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377536914493256706" style="WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDZVRLrtAI/AAAAAAAAB80/ffInncv0CI8/s200/hemal_trek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our company (GNR unit) organized first trekking event at Taranga Hills. It is one of those locations, which is very famous for Jain Temples and is an ideal location for trekking. We were about 35 people from our company who opted for this one-day picnic assuming it would be fun going on a trek, as most of us were tenderfoot in trekking, and were unaware about the rigorous efforts one needs to put in this rocky ramble. For me, it was my first trek-trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started from Ahmedabad, and passing through various pick-up points we reached Taranga Hills. We were amazed and content seeing those mountains on our ways, those big boulders, and a bright blue sky! Signaling that we are going to have loads of fun today! Stimulating ourselves, we went in the Jain temple and offered prayers. Superb, splendid, structural scenic design, were simply adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqC72eKFD0I/AAAAAAAAB6k/RgZs06fmBog/s1600-h/P6140082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377504499563040578" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqC72eKFD0I/AAAAAAAAB6k/RgZs06fmBog/s200/P6140082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqC4w1aQDBI/AAAAAAAAB58/X3VkbqwxyG4/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377501104190786578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqC4w1aQDBI/AAAAAAAAB58/X3VkbqwxyG4/s200/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDUaP6G14I/AAAAAAAAB8U/gHmLweE1e2I/s1600-h/DSC01817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377531502492309378" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDUaP6G14I/AAAAAAAAB8U/gHmLweE1e2I/s200/DSC01817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqC7jlv7trI/AAAAAAAAB6c/WdQIFgButZo/s1600-h/P6140099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377504175183345330" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqC7jlv7trI/AAAAAAAAB6c/WdQIFgButZo/s200/P6140099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a minute briefing from the trek lead, we progressed. Totally strange to the fact, that trekking is not a morning stroll! On my way, I realized that I was wearing wrong pair of shoes. Morning, I got little late and in rush, just felt that it would be a small hill climbing, so wore the normal shoes with little heel which was just not a right choice for the hill climbing!!! Not only got a bizarre uncanny look from our trek lead, but also, few rocking ideas on the rock to rock the rock bare feet! However, assuring, that my heels match hills... I started climbing with the shoes on, discarding those rocking ideas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[There was a disclaimer signed prior to starting trekking that stated 'company is not responsible for any accidents that may happen during trekking!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few ups and downs, keeping up the spirit, smile, and sugar level, I went up and up and up, assuming it’s just there! Holding, pushing, pulling, clicking, we reached.... Tired, exhausted, hungry, dull, down, thirsty...... feet all swollen, shoulders all broken, yet had a big big beam when someone shouted ….. Smile please..... Can’t imagine I actually scaled those rocks and boulders.... can't imagine that too with my heels...... that it actually happened..... so easily.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqqnD1OtxZI/AAAAAAAACHw/M28YrFrI_HY/s1600-h/hemal1_trek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380296389117724050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqqnD1OtxZI/AAAAAAAACHw/M28YrFrI_HY/s200/hemal1_trek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqqhcID5XRI/AAAAAAAACHg/8bmHdVVADlU/s1600-h/Picture_081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[LtoR: Ankita, Hemal, and Roma]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what happens in life as well. We don't know what thick or thin situations are lined up for us, but, if you are with a right famly, you can pass through any turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/Sqqhl5A6gBI/AAAAAAAACHo/7jgBjFyzjX8/s1600-h/Picture_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380290377179365394" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/Sqqhl5A6gBI/AAAAAAAACHo/7jgBjFyzjX8/s200/Picture_036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDBtj-TneI/AAAAAAAAB7U/S08RhA-84QQ/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDNAk4vCeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/AUi9Mmn91s4/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377523364865706466" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDNAk4vCeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/AUi9Mmn91s4/s200/DSC01739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Us] [LtoR: Ravi, Aastha, Dhruvi, Dinesh, Khurshid, Jyoti]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This trip, brought lots of colleagues know each other, turned lots of colleagues into everlasting friends... Roma, Ankita, and Rutu are shifted to Pune unit. I really miss them! Today also, we friends who are from Ahmedabad unit, have our lunch and tea together, and perhaps, remember this beautiful day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough."&lt;/em&gt; —Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better to take things as they come along with patience and equanimity."&lt;/em&gt; —Carl Jung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqqhPjlbmkI/AAAAAAAACHY/UqFJ16OluRo/s1600-h/Picture_064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380289993469827650" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqqhPjlbmkI/AAAAAAAACHY/UqFJ16OluRo/s200/Picture_064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqoKwsrk72I/AAAAAAAACF4/dn5vOH9Qw18/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDRBxK97OI/AAAAAAAAB8M/DN9Vt4DY_Fw/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDP_9B8jLI/AAAAAAAAB78/5j_QIRxa_vE/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Hemal and Ruby]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I have been through a lot and have suffered a great deal. But I have had lots of happy moments, as well. Every moment one lives is different from the other. The good, the bad, hardship, the joy, the tragedy, love, and happiness are all interwoven into one single, indescribable whole that is called life. You cannot separate the good from the bad. And perhaps there is no need to do so.&lt;/em&gt; " - Jacqline Kennedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow all the cliches make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-4888051388436707892?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/4888051388436707892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=4888051388436707892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4888051388436707892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4888051388436707892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/09/trek-at-taranga-hills.html' title='Trekking at Taranga Hills'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SqDZQZiRI4I/AAAAAAAAB8s/NddrPSdtUoU/s72-c/hemal_trek_mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-4595103924045862737</id><published>2009-06-12T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:19.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Posts'/><title type='text'>Astrological Compatibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like reading about sun signs. However, I do understand that there is nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bigger than destiny, nothing bigger than hardwork, and certainly nothing bigger than His blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who smiles through life—except when crossed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who knows, or thinks, he knows the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who loves good things: baked, boiled or roast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, Taurus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roots are important to the Taurean. A sense of permanence, a feeling of security is essential. Generally an easygoing person, slow to anger, but once roused is known for a ferocious temper. Very difficult to deal with when angry. Usually set off by jealousy due to a possessive nature. Loyalty is important to a Taurus, and a true friend of a Taurean will speak well of their great generosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have copied the contents from a mixture of astrological websites. The compatibility is with Taurus i.e. my sun sign. I have started in a reverse order of sun signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taurus and Pisces, sensual Earth and dreaming lakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Match Made in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A good combination for true understanding and happiness. Both are sentimental, but Taurus is also down-to-earth practical, which is exactly what Pisces lacks. They will find great comfort in one another. The Taurus practical nature can benefit from the dreamy and visionary nature of Pisces. Both enjoy their creature comforts and Pisces will blend into the Taurus nature and bring some magic along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Acquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Up Close and Distant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The attraction between Air and Earth... how long can it last? Not too long, if you ask the stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They say Aquarius' role on Earth is to break the existing structures and replace them with better ones. And a Taurus is very terrified when (s)he hears these two words ("structure" and "break") in the same sentence. Taurus is into stability, fixed things, and (s)he can hardly decide to get rid of his/her old pair of shoes, let alone change the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Room at the Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taurus and Capricorn, Earth again and again. Can a goat live under the same roof with a bull? Of course it can! The Taurus-Capricorn relationship is a highly promising one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oil and Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taurus and Sagittarius? Don't expect loveliness and fireworks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Strong Attraction, Sizzles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Both Taurus and Scorpio have a strong will, determination and enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mutual Admiration Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What happens when Air invades the Earth?... That's exactly what happens, an invasion... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Both signs ruled by Venus, what could be bad? Both love peace and harmony, both are friendly and cordial with an easy going likable nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If Taurus has eyes set on a Libra, probably Libra will go on talking, and talking, and talking... About anything: philosophy, psychology or the price of strawberries in comparison to the one of onions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To Have and Have Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Earth and Earth: an excellent combination. If you have found a Virgo, don't ever let him/her go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many commonalties here, patience and effort will cultivate them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taurus' purpose in life is peace and harmony. And Virgo will offers both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... or never, never, give in....once given, for sure, stay in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sensual Earth and theatrical Fire... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, the willfulness, oh, the stubbornness; will it ever cease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if the relationship is not working, both of you will tend to stick in, through thick and thin. It's your nature. Both of you committ, both of you are in for the long pull. Both of you are proud for this relationship and unyielding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Both the signs are attracted to each other's sense of loyalty and integrity, both love their creature comforts. Leo, a fire sign is full of optimism and enthusiasm, which is good for Taurus who is reticent and factual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one which would linger on with each other living in their own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Home Fires are Burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Earth and overwhelming Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are dealing here with water and earth, so you can have mud, or livegiving water to the parched earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Both are gentle folk, both avoid confrontation and conflict if possible, both are homebodies, both enjoy gardening and have artistic tendencies, both are comfortable with the status quo and resist change, both are seekers after the secure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To Harness the Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inflexible Earth and adolescent wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taurus is steady and staid, a lover of comforts and quiet and the practical. Gemini is like the wind, always in motion, a lover of the new and exciting, here today, gone tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Taurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very Comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a solid relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like signs, have like traits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No adventure or high living here, settle in with gardening, creative projects, TV, cozy stuff. Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Taurus &amp;amp; Arien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Action, Reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What does Fire do when it encounters Earth, sand or stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two entirely different ways of dealing with life. Taurus is steady, practical, calm and committed, slow to make decisions, but once made unalterable. Aries is a rapid fire thinker and acts on impulse, makes immediate decisions and lives with the results.&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/2229595168257312313-4595103924045862737?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/4595103924045862737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=4595103924045862737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4595103924045862737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4595103924045862737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/06/astrological-compatibility.html' title='Astrological Compatibility'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-4282423711403561521</id><published>2009-06-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:19.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Posts'/><title type='text'>An Evening To Cherish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a client visit in our company. He decided to take the team out for dinner. We chose a place that highlights the city’s heritage in a traditional manner. The restaurant is known as ‘Rajwaadu’. A classic village ambience, the staff wearing typical village dress, the village lingo, the natural lantern lights, an old folk music, the traditional furniture, and the distinctive tableware, everything which lets you feel, you are parked into a village. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were 11 of us who were invited for this dinner. Spinning around, we gathered there by 8:30pm. Welcomed with a warm village salutation and a rose, we started strolling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first stop was Pottery. We all were amazed to see the way the sculptured articles, pots, plates and vases were made. We asked our client to try it out. An alarming look was apparent on his face! So he requested if either of us can try out first, he can tag along then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We started. None of us knew how to hold the clay even. All standing there were undeniably green in pottery making. We asked our colleague to head start the pottery making. More than expected, he started off very well. We wondered, if he wanted to consider this as a fallback career, if in case, the existing profile does not work for him! Couple of minutes, and the first tiny pot was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the client’s turn! He folded up his sleeves, sat on the floor with bent knees, combating on his own, thinking if he can revise this thought, scared within, and was hoping how to do it without embarrassing himself in front of us! Guess what! Believe me, to our surprise, he did much well than what he expected. He took less time, slowly and steadily, with the other expert’s [quality analyst’s] help, we had the other pot out. It felt like we won a battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/Sil_-Q3dm0I/AAAAAAAABRw/ZQSxTJCNE-0/s1600-h/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, it was my turn! Within I was equally scared, hoping for Christ sake, the clay shouldn’t fall apart from the wheel and not to scare the potter! For a shock, I managed to get a small little pot out, none other than the potter’s help. And there was no telling how happy I got, felt like I won a title waiting since ages! I was so glad to see my own hand-made pottery in a much traditional way. At times I get them from the shop, still was so excited to make this one. We left all the three pots to dry out with the potter for we decided to carry our hard work with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343946797029338018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SimDTGeFK6I/AAAAAAAABSY/kRAwwYuWS-s/s320/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next, we headed for drinks [non-alcoholic]. Explaining the typical village lifestyles, telling him how distinguishable our today’s lifestyles are, chatting on climate, sports, we headed for long awaited dinner. The dinner table was nothing but a semi-round cement table, just 10 inches above the floor. In no time, they queued up for serving. The dinner was more than we can try! It was so much! Four course meals are no way even closer to it. So many varieties, so many options, I can bet and say if you can recall half of what you ate. It was summer, and I felt he was relishing the most delicious mango made dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343945915489360018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SimCfyekmJI/AAAAAAAABSI/kPeM_0HwSd0/s320/Dinner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We never realized how three to four hours passed, and it was time to leave. On our way out, not forgetting our handwork, headwork and hard-work, we took our little tiny pots! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343946955897350530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SimDcWTKqYI/AAAAAAAABSg/z2913vVSN4M/s320/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a nice evening organized on a small scale, yet it left everlasting memories for the client as well as each one of us. It might not have been special for anybody else. Still, for me, it holds an everlasting moment that I finally enjoyed after a long time as it also revived some old good memories. It feels nice when I think about it. A pilot light of memory flashes in my eyes while writing this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are numerous, endless, everlasting memories of my life. Perhaps, any such memory, irrespective of their state, nature or importance, that brings smile on our face, even when you are alone, think you made an everlasting memory. If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-4282423711403561521?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/4282423711403561521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=4282423711403561521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4282423711403561521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/4282423711403561521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-had-client-visit-in-our-company.html' title='An Evening To Cherish'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Pzgik4DYhY/SimDTGeFK6I/AAAAAAAABSY/kRAwwYuWS-s/s72-c/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229595168257312313.post-5837713976472011578</id><published>2009-05-29T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:19.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Posts'/><title type='text'>A cliché</title><content type='html'>A cliché, ‘&lt;strong&gt;When you are confused, choose the hardest option and the victory will follow you.&lt;/strong&gt;’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to know about this saying, there was a feeling of chill stream running through my nerves. Felt as if it cadenced a win over a long old battle. A battle with own self on personal front. A battle of always getting confused between what is right and what is wrong, what is good and what is bad, what is needed and what is not needed, what should be done and what should be left, and unending thoughtful antonyms of situations! Certain set of people are wise enough to understand the long ledged difference, and some are like me who are close to the boundary wondering which way to park their foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, slowly but surely, I started implementing this saying into my regime. With the exception of me, can you imagine, one more antonym was added in the thoughtful situations. ‘When you are confused, choose the hardest option and the victory will follow you’ – what is the hardest option! Yes, the saying-cum-ally whom I took in my stride, felt like it was confusing me all over again wondering me ‘but, out of these, which is the hardest option!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you know any other alternative of winning a battle with your own self!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229595168257312313-5837713976472011578?l=hemalpatel19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/feeds/5837713976472011578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229595168257312313&amp;postID=5837713976472011578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/5837713976472011578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229595168257312313/posts/default/5837713976472011578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemalpatel19.blogspot.com/2009/05/cliche.html' title='A cliché'/><author><name>Hemal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113650794051827378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfj4dEqADUw/TihEbB0o-PI/AAAAAAAAElk/w9wHovE-Huc/s220/good-luck-superstitions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
