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            <title>Learning to LIVE :)</title>
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            <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #1f497d&quot;&gt;Just read this story.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #1f497d&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #1f497d&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;There was a farmer who had a horse and a goat…&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;One day, the horse became ill. So he called the veterinarian, who said: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&quot;Well, your horse has a virus. He must take this medicine for three days. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;I'll come back on the 3rd day and if he's not better, we're going to have to put him down. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Nearby, the goat listened closely to their conversation. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;The next day, they gave the horse the medicine and left. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;The goat approached the horse and said: “Be strong, my friend. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Get up or else they're going to put you to sleep!” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;On the second day, they again gave the horse the medicine and left. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;The goat came back and said: &quot;Come on buddy, get up or else you're going to die!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Come on, I'll help you get up. Let's go! One, two, three...&quot; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;On the third day, they came to give the horse the medicine and the vet said: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&quot;Unfortunately, we're going to have to put him down tomorrow. Otherwise,&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;the virus might spread and infect the other horses&quot;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;After they left, the goat approached the horse and said: &quot;Listen pal, it's now or never! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Get up, come on! Have courage! Come on! Get up! Get up! That's it, slowly! Great! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Come on, one, two, three... Good, good. Now faster, come on...... Fantastic! Run, run more! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Yes! Yay! Yes! You did it, you're a champion...!!!&quot; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;All of a sudden, the owner came back, saw the horse running in the field and began shouting: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;It's a miracle! My horse is cured. We must have a grand party. Let's kill the goat!!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;The Lesson: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Nobody truly knows wh&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #1f497d&quot;&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; actually deserves the merit of success, or who's actually contributing the necessary support to make things happen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Remember: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT RECOGNITION IS A &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;SKILL!!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;If anyone ever tells &amp;nbsp;that your work is unprofessional, remember: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;AMATEURS BUILT THE ARK [which saved all the species] &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;and &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;PROFESSIONALS BUILT THE TITANIC [all died tragically]&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2012 03:27:18 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Difference Between Complete and Finished</title>
            <link>http://shubhra.yolasite.com/blog/blog/difference-between-complete-and-finished</link>
            <description>&lt;FONT face=&quot;Bookman Old Style&quot;&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No English dictionary has been able to adequately explain the&lt;BR&gt;difference between the two words. In a recently held linguistic&lt;BR&gt;competition in London, England, attended by the best in the world,&lt;BR&gt;Samsundar Balgobin, a Guyanese man from Bachelors Adventure, was the&lt;BR&gt;clear winner with a standing ovation lasting over 5 minutes.&lt;BR&gt;Here is his answer, in which he received an invitation to dine with&lt;BR&gt;the Queen (who made a call to him after the contest).&lt;BR&gt;He also won a trip to travel the world in style and a case of 25-year&lt;BR&gt;old Eldorado Rum, for his answer.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Question: How do you explain the difference between COMPLETE and&lt;BR&gt;FINISHED in a way that is easy to understand? Some people say there is&lt;BR&gt;no difference between the two.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Samsundar's Answer: &quot;When you marry the right woman, you are COMPLETE.&lt;BR&gt;When you marry the wrong woman, you are FINISHED. And when the right&lt;BR&gt;one catches you with the wrong one, you are COMPLETELY FINISHED.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 04:18:29 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>TWO BEAUTIFUL STORIES</title>
            <link>http://shubhra.yolasite.com/blog/blog/two-beautiful-stories</link>
            <description>&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#0082bf size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Story 1: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#0082bf size=1&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#0082bf size=4&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There was once this guy who was very much in love with his girl.&lt;BR&gt;This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a&lt;BR&gt;gift to his girl.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his&lt;BR&gt;future doesn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day,&lt;BR&gt;his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told&lt;BR&gt;him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways&lt;BR&gt;there and then...&lt;BR&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he&lt;BR&gt;worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of&lt;BR&gt;himself.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had&lt;BR&gt;set up his own company ..&lt;BR&gt;You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was&lt;BR&gt;driving, he saw an elderly &lt;BR&gt;couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even&lt;BR&gt;with the umbrella, they&lt;BR&gt;were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his&lt;BR&gt;girl's parents. With a heart&lt;BR&gt;in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them&lt;BR&gt;to spot him in his luxury&lt;BR&gt;sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had&lt;BR&gt;his own company, car, condo, etc.&lt;BR&gt;He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking&lt;BR&gt;towards a cemetery, and so he got out&lt;BR&gt;of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her&lt;BR&gt;smiling sweetly as ever at him from&lt;BR&gt;her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They&lt;BR&gt;explained, she did not leave for France at all.&lt;BR&gt;She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday,&lt;BR&gt;but she did not want to be&lt;BR&gt;his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him. Just because&lt;BR&gt;someone doesn't love you the way you&lt;BR&gt;want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She&lt;BR&gt;had wanted her parents to put&lt;BR&gt;his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings&lt;BR&gt;him to her again...he can take some&lt;BR&gt;of those back with him... Once you have loved, you will always love. For&lt;BR&gt;what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The guy just wept.....The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting&lt;BR&gt;right beside her knowing you can't have her,&lt;BR&gt;see her or be with her ever again.........hope you understand. Find&lt;BR&gt;time to realise that there is one person&lt;BR&gt;who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that&lt;BR&gt;person who you thought meant nothing to you.&lt;I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;KINDNESS Pays !&lt;BR&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#0082bf size=1&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#0082bf size=4&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Story 2&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his&lt;BR&gt;way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.&lt;BR&gt;Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large&lt;BR&gt;glass of milk He drank it slowly, and then asked, &lt;I&gt;&quot;How much do I owe you?&quot;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&quot;You don't owe me anything,&quot; she replied &quot;Mother has taught us never to&lt;BR&gt;accept payment for a kindness.&quot;&lt;BR&gt;He said... &lt;I&gt;&quot;Then I thank you from my heart.&quot;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger physically,&lt;BR&gt;but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors&lt;BR&gt;were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled&lt;BR&gt;his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her&lt;BR&gt;room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation&lt;BR&gt;room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave&lt;BR&gt;special attention to the case.&lt;BR&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the&lt;BR&gt;business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent&lt;BR&gt;to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for&lt;BR&gt;it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught her attention on the side as she read these&lt;BR&gt;words......&lt;B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&quot;Paid in full with one glass of milk.&quot;&lt;/B&gt; (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: &quot;Thank You,&lt;BR&gt;GOD, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands.&quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#0082bf size=1&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#0082bf size=4&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 04:35:30 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Racism...!</title>
            <link>http://shubhra.yolasite.com/blog/blog/racism-</link>
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&lt;p&gt;This scene took place on a British Airways flight between Johannesburg, South Africa &amp;amp; London.&lt;br&gt;A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man.&lt;br&gt;Very disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. &quot;You obviously do not see it then?&quot; she asked. &quot;You placed me next to a black man. I did not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Be calm please,&quot; the hostess replied.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available.&quot;&lt;br&gt;The hostess went away &amp;amp; then came back a few minutes later.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in Economy Class.&lt;br&gt;I spoke to the captain &amp;amp; he informed me that there is also no seat in Business Class. All the same, we still have one place in First Class.&quot;&lt;br&gt;Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued.&lt;br&gt;&quot;It is not usual for our company to permit someone from Economy Class to sit in First Class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting.&quot;&lt;br&gt;The Hostess turned to the black guy, &amp;amp; said, &quot;Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in First Class.&quot;&lt;br&gt;At that moment, the other passengers, who'd been shocked by what they had just witnessed, stood up &amp;amp; applauded.&lt;br&gt;This is a true story. &lt;br&gt;WELL DONE, British Airways!!Stop Racism....!We are one :)&lt;/p&gt;

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            <title>Really True...!!!!</title>
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            <description>&lt;P&gt;Girl1: I am in love&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Girl2: who is he??&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Girl3: how does he look?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Girl4: wat color?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Girl5: how tall is he??&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Girl6: wat is he doing?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Girl7: who r his frnds?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Girl8: total wealth?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;After full inspection, &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;All Girls: Be careful he might be a bad guy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Girl1: OK.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
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&lt;P&gt;Boy2: Bhai Party&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Boy3: Bhai Party&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; 
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&lt;P&gt;Boy8: Bhai Party &lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 11:39:59 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Our Governance System..!!!</title>
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            <description>&lt;P&gt;As a daily habit, 15-year old Pintu was reading newspaper.&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Suddenly he asked his father, &quot; Dad! What does it mean by 'Governance&lt;BR&gt;System' ? &quot;&lt;BR&gt;&quot;Its Like...&quot; father said while thinking, &quot;See! I earn and bring money&lt;BR&gt;to home, means I am a 'Money Holder'. Your mother decides where and&lt;BR&gt;how to spend that money and that means she is 'Government'. That maid&lt;BR&gt;in our home is doing all the household works, so she will be 'Labour&lt;BR&gt;Class'. You are a 'Common man' or 'Public'. Your kid brother is&lt;BR&gt;'Future' or the 'Next Generation', understand?&quot;.&lt;BR&gt;That day Pintu slept with all those thoughts. In the middle of the&lt;BR&gt;night he woke-up because his kid brother was crying. He wetted the&lt;BR&gt;matress so he was crying. Pintu went to wake up his mother. She was in&lt;BR&gt;deep sleep so Pintu went to the Maid's room to wake her up. But there&lt;BR&gt;his father was sleeping with the maid. So he came back with&lt;BR&gt;frustration.&lt;BR&gt;Next morning father asked Pintu, &quot; Hey Pintu Darling! You understood&lt;BR&gt;the 'Governance System'? &quot;.&lt;BR&gt;Pintu replied, &quot; Yeah Dad, I understood! When the Money Holder is&lt;BR&gt;exploiting the Labour Class, our Government is sleeping. The Future of&lt;BR&gt;our nation is crying for not getting their basic needs fulfilled and&lt;BR&gt;in all this the Common Man is suffering!&quot;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 07:58:31 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Vanilla Ice Cream.....!!</title>
            <link>http://shubhra.yolasite.com/blog/blog/vanilla-ice-cream-</link>
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&lt;P style=&quot;MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #548dd4; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'&quot;&gt;An Interesting&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style=&quot;COLOR: #548dd4; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'&quot;&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #548dd4; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'&quot;&gt;but True Story.........&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Never underestimate your Clients' Complaint, no matter how funny it might seem!&lt;BR&gt;This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive. Pls read on......&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night, but the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem.....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice-cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds &quot;What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?&quot; The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The latter was surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinner time, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes: He jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time. Eureka - Time was now the problem - not the vanilla ice cream!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer: &quot;vapor lock&quot;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapor lock to dissipate.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style=&quot;COLOR: #548dd4; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #548dd4; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'&quot;&gt;Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution, with cool thinking.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Don't just say it is &quot; IMPOSSIBLE&quot; without putting a sincere effort.... Observe the word &quot;IMPOSSIBLE&quot; carefully... .&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Looking closer you will see, &quot;I'M POSSIBLE&quot;...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;&lt;?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; 
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            <title>Think before u speak...!! :P</title>
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            <description>&lt;P&gt;Husband &amp;amp; Wife &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when the &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;Wife looks over at him and asks the question.... &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;Definitely not!&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;Why not? Don't you like being married?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;Of course I do.&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;Then why wouldn't you remarry?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;Okay, okay, I'd get married again. &quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;You would?&quot; (with a hurt look) &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan) &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;Would you live in our house?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;Sure, it's a great house.&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;Would you sleep with her in our bed?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;Where else would we sleep?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;Would you let her drive my car?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;Probably, it is almost new.&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;Would you replace my pictures with hers?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;That would seem like the proper thing to do.&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;Would you give her my jewelry?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;No, I'm sure she'd want her own.&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: &quot;Would she use my golf clubs?&quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;No, she's left-handed. &quot; &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;WIFE: -- silence -- &lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;HUSBAND: &quot;shit..&quot; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 05:04:19 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Facebook Effect....!!</title>
            <link>http://shubhra.yolasite.com/blog/blog/facebook-effect-</link>
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&lt;P dir=ltr&gt;Madam&lt;/B&gt;: Useless Bai !!!.. Why didn’t you come last week? And that too without informing me?????? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#3f8080 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#3f8080 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=#3f8080 size=2&gt; 
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&lt;P&gt;Kamwali Bai&lt;/B&gt;: O Myadam... I had updated my Facebook status as “Will be out of town for a week..”. Sayeb knows. &lt;BR&gt;He even commented “Come soon... Miss U!!&quot; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG class=yui-img style=&quot;WIDTH: 325px&quot; src=&quot;http://shubhra.yolasite.com/blog/resources/bai.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 04:05:34 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Strange Sound.......................</title>
            <link>http://shubhra.yolasite.com/blog/blog/strange-sound-</link>
            <description>&lt;P&gt;A man is driving down the road. His car breaks down near a monastery. He&lt;BR&gt;goes to the monastery and says, &quot;My car broke down. Could I stay here for&lt;BR&gt;the night?&quot;&lt;BR&gt;The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As&lt;BR&gt;the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no&lt;BR&gt;other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the&lt;BR&gt;sound was, but they say, &quot;We can't tell you because you're not a monk.&quot;&lt;BR&gt;The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his way&lt;BR&gt;merry. Some years later, as luck would have it, as if by some divine&lt;BR&gt;intervention, the same man's car breaks down in front of the same m&lt;BR&gt;onastery.&lt;BR&gt;The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car..&lt;BR&gt;That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard&lt;BR&gt;years earlier.&lt;BR&gt;More curious, the next morning he asks what the sound was. The monks reply,&lt;BR&gt;&quot;We can't tell you, because you're not a monk.&quot;&lt;/P&gt; 
&lt;P&gt;The man says, &quot;All right, all right, but I'm dying to know. If the only&lt;BR&gt;way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk,&lt;BR&gt;how do I become a monk?&quot;&lt;BR&gt;The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of&lt;BR&gt;grass are there and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these&lt;BR&gt;numbers, you will become a monk.&lt;BR&gt;The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and&lt;BR&gt;knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth&lt;BR&gt;and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked&lt;BR&gt;for. There are 371,145,236,284,876,232,439,235,109 blades of grass and&lt;BR&gt;231,281,219,999,129,987,382 sand pebbles on the earth.&lt;BR&gt;The monks reply, congratulations, you are correct, and you are now&lt;BR&gt;considered a monk ..&lt;BR&gt;We shall now show you the way to the sound.&lt;BR&gt;The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the&lt;BR&gt;sound is behind that door.&lt;BR&gt;The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, May I have&lt;BR&gt;the key ?&lt;BR&gt;The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.&lt;BR&gt;Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone... The man requests&lt;BR&gt;the key to the stone door.&lt;BR&gt;The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of&lt;BR&gt;ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that&lt;BR&gt;door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went on until&lt;BR&gt;the man had gone through doors of emerald,...&lt;BR&gt;.....silver, topaz, and amethyst.&lt;BR&gt;Finally, the monks say, This is the key to the last door ....&lt;BR&gt;The man is relieved to be at the end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob,&lt;BR&gt;and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange&lt;BR&gt;sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight&lt;BR&gt;.... But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk and neither&lt;BR&gt;am I.&lt;BR&gt;Hehe...dis was just an attempt to irritate u guys.n make u smile :).:P..njoy!!&lt;/P&gt; 
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            <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 03:58:13 +0100</pubDate>
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