<?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-20916969</id><updated>2011-10-04T22:04:42.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Juggling With Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>It is just about my thoughts, dreams, imagination &amp; ofcourse realistic!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neetika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683296251070288666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20916969.post-114441795524385674</id><published>2006-04-07T19:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:22:35.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Concepts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Professor at one of the IIMs was explaining marketing concepts to theStudents:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. Marry him." -That's Advertising&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call and say: "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me." - That's Telemarketing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door (of the car)for her,pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her ride and then say:"By the way, I'm rich. Will you marry me?" - That's PublicRelations&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:"You are very rich! Can you marry ! me?" - That's Brand Recognition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. - That's Customer Feedback&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband. - That's demand and supply gap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say anything, another person come and tell her: "I'm rich. Will you marry me?" and she goes with him - That's competition eating into your market share&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I'm rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives. - That's restriction for entering new markets&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-114441795524385674?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114441795524385674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=114441795524385674&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/114441795524385674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/114441795524385674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The warmth of your love&lt;br /&gt; brightens up my each day&lt;br /&gt; and adds beauty all around that&lt;br /&gt; never seems to fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-114171328542534124?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114171328542534124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=114171328542534124&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/114171328542534124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/114171328542534124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20916969.post-113860562545287801</id><published>2006-01-30T12:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:00:15.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;My heart takes flight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;when i am with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;for your love makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;want to fly, beyond the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;farthiest of skies.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Wish i had words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that could hold all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;my feelings and tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;just how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-113860562545287801?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113860562545287801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=113860562545287801&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113860562545287801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113860562545287801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-heart-takes-flight-when-i-am-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Neetika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683296251070288666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20916969.post-113845175631696972</id><published>2006-01-28T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:14:29.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 Years....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 1.0.2  (Linux)"&gt;      &lt;style&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a park Anand was teaching his son to ride a bicycle. Suddenly he saw a lady in yellow sari sitting under a tree watching her small daughter playing with other kids. A sudden breeze of air made her slightly turn her face towards Anand. He was shocked to see that lady, all the memories of his past 10 years started running into his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 1.0.2  (Linux)"&gt;      &lt;style&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 1.0.2  (Linux)"&gt;          &lt;style&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was Sunday, a beautiful day as it had rained heavily with cool breeze flowing everywhere. Everybody was out of their homes enjoying the great evening. Some with their family, some with their friends and some with their love. In fact that was a perfect evening for roaming around and enjoying the weather.&lt;br /&gt;Anand- working as a software engineer in a good company, staying with his mother and a younger sister, was also enjoying the weather with his friends in a park. He and his group was very decent. All of them were associated with good companies. Some were married and others were still single but engaged. Anand was the only one who was neither married nor engaged in love. They were all laughing over something. Then suddenly Anand noticed a girl wearing yellow salwar suit standing beside a tree. She was very simple but still looking very beautiful. After looking at her it seemed as if the sun has come out of the rainy clouds. This was for the very first time that a girl had influenced Anand so much. After few minutes that girl walked away with her friend. That night Anand could not slept. All the while he was just thinking about that girl. Now it had became the daily routine of him to visit that park hoping to find that girl. At last he found that girl standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus. He didn't had that courage to talk to that girl so he kept standing there and looking at her. But she didn't noticed Anand. For few months Anand didn't saw that girl anywhere. He felt very upset, he started loving his solitation. He also stopped talking with his friends, even his mother also started worrying about him but he never told the reason behind this. One day his mother asked him to accompany her to his cousin sister's marriage in Dehradun, he refused to do so but after his mother's constant pressure he agreed to go with her. He took leave for a week from office and reached Dehradun by train. The weather was very pleasant in Dehradun. It was a beautiful place. High mountains, slopes, greenery made him to think about that girl. When he reached at his uncle's place, to his surprise the same girl was sitting beside his cousin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Firstly he didn't believed his eyes but he had to. His crush was sitting few steps away from him. He come to know that she is his cousin's friend and her name is Meenakshi. She also stays in Dehradun. He became very delighted. Now he got that opportunity to talk with her. They became good friends. For hours they use to sit in front of bonfire. Meenakshi showed him various places of Dehradun. She also showed him her favorite spot where she visit almost daily whenever she felt sad or happy. He really enjoyed her company and she also enjoyed talking with him. They told everything about themselves to each other. He wished that time would stop there. It didn't even come to his notice that how that whole week passed away. Still he was unable to express his true feelings regarding her that how much he love him. He became very sad as he has to leave Meenakshi and have to go back to Delhi. Anand thought he'll again visit Dehradun in summers and when they will meet he'll tell everything about his love to Meenakshi. He waved her when train was about to leave the station. After few months when he returned to Delhi he was getting ready for the office, he heard the doorbell rang. He opened the door and to his surprise Meenakshi was standing in front of him. He greeted her with a smile and said 'hi' and told her to come inside and offered her to sit down. Anand asked her,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;” how come you are in Delhi”?&lt;/span&gt; She replied that,”&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i have come here to invite you  and your family to my marriage which is going to be held after two weeks &lt;/span&gt;“. Anand felt that all of the sudden he has been thrown from the high cliff. His dream to spend his life with Meenakshi have been shattered into pieces. With a broken heart he asked her that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is this a love marriage? She replied no. She said it is a love cum arrange marriage and she n&lt;/span&gt;ever loved anyone therefore she also accepted her fiance's proposal. After giving the wedding card Meenakshi left his house and took a promise from him that he will certainly attend the marriage as well as all the functions of marriage. He went inside his room and cried a lot but still he managed himself to go to the office. He thought” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have been very late in expressing my feelings, i would have been told her before&lt;/span&gt;”. He attended all the ceremonies of Meenakshi's marriage and he also saw that his love, his sweetheart is going away with someone else forever to a new city away from him..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once again to his surprise the lady sitting in the park he saw was not other than Meenakshi, his first and last love. Till than she also saw Anand and was the first one to approach near him. She said hi and asked him what he is doing here? He simply told that he has left that place and now he is working here in Kolkatta and has settled with his family. They started asking every thing about each other what they had done in past 10 years? Anand told her'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he has one 5 year old son and his wife is in the house.'&lt;/span&gt;  Meenakshi told him that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'she has got two children, daughter of 7 years and son of 4 years.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; She asked him that all these years why didn't he called her just once?? but he didn't had any answer. They talked for long and realized that it has been dark and they should return to their homes. Meenakshi invited Anand for a dinner with her family, he wanted to refuse but could not do so. When he returned home he told his wife that he met an old &lt;u&gt;FRIEND&lt;/u&gt; and she has invited them to her house tomorrow. After they again became very good friends and their respective families didn't had any problems with their friendship. Anand started feeling the same for Meenakshi as 10 years back. He became very tensed and in this tension he drank alcholic drinks a lot which he had never done before in his whole life and he straight away went to Meenakshi's house. She was alone in her house as her husband and children were out of station to their grandparents. When she opened the door she got frightened as she never saw Anand like this ever before. He came inside the house and sat down on the sofa. When Meenakshi asked him what happened he started crying and told her what he should not suppose to. He told her about all his feelings for her 10 years back and now. He told her that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“you are very beautiful and above all you have a beautiful heart, i have immense feeling about you inside my heart. All these years i had not called you because i didn't wanted to come between you and your husband and i didn't wanted to hurt myself. I also didn't wanted to marry but because of my mother i had to do so as she always remained sick and she wanted someone to take care of her. Meenakshi I LOVE YOU so much, i wish i would have told you before so that you could be mine and we have been happily living together.”&lt;/span&gt; As he was drunk so he could not talk much and slept on the sofa. But Meenakshi could not slept that night. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the morning, when Anand wake up and felt fresh he found himself in Meenakshi's house and then he remembered what had happened last night. He felt ashamed to face Meenakshi. She came near him with a cup of tea and sat beside him. Anand wanted to apologise her of what happened last night but instead Meenakshi said that,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;” i wish you have told about your feelings to me before my marriage because i loved you and even now i love you. I didn't had that courage to tell you the truth and i didn't wanted to spoil our friedship. If you want we can run away from here and can live happily together.”&lt;/span&gt; Anand didn't believed what she was saying. He simply stood on the floor wore his shoes and told Meenakshi that,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;” its not possible, as we both are married now and i know that i love you but i also love my wife who have intense faith on me and is waiting for me, i also love my son........i can live without you but not without them. So its better that we will not meet again in our whole life. If you don't have feelings for your husband than at least think about your children, they need you. I never expected this from your side. I was drunk last night therefore i said so much otherwise i would have never told you that in my entire life.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He gave a very hatred look to Meenakshi when he left her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reaching home when his wife asked him where he was last night, and she was very worried for him. He didn't said anything but he hugged his wife very tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-113845175631696972?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113845175631696972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=113845175631696972&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113845175631696972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113845175631696972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/10-years.html' title='10 Years....................'/><author><name>Neetika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683296251070288666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20916969.post-113808076613465315</id><published>2006-01-24T10:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:45:00.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagging Game !!!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://artihonrao.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to write 8 points about my perfect lover so here are the eight points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rules of the game are …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Need to mention the sex of the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex of the target : Male ( The guy should be between 20-25 years of age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfect lover should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) He should be little bit possessive about me.....&lt;br /&gt;(2) He should be Loving, caring, romantic, have respect for me and my family.....&lt;br /&gt;(3) He should be Passionate and wild while making love.....&lt;br /&gt;(4) He should be devoted to me and should be my best friend.....&lt;br /&gt;(5) He should understand my feelings without telling him as i am not able to express them.....&lt;br /&gt;(6) He should always have trust on me.....&lt;br /&gt;(7) He should know his responsibilities towards me.....&lt;br /&gt;(8) Last but not the least he should have good personality but its the seerat not soorat which matters for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the eight bloggers who are tagged by me are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://shalsnair.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://pursuedbyfuries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madhvan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://daeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Death&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://devilz-abode.blogspot.com/"&gt;Humbl devil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://firetoashes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aakash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://warped--mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://insane-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Poison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://cybermenaceblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cybermenace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-113808076613465315?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113808076613465315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=113808076613465315&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113808076613465315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113808076613465315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagging-game.html' title='Tagging Game !!!'/><author><name>Neetika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683296251070288666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20916969.post-113799505469139424</id><published>2006-01-23T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:14:14.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who is responsible????</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when i read newspaper's articles about crimes against senior citizens, i really get disturbed. Those articles make me feel worried about my parents. I fear what if same happens with them, let god forbids,if i would not be able to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate those children who don't respect their parents n even forget the moral values being given to them. Those parents who spend their whole life brooding their children, taking care of them, giving them best education, accomplishing all their needs to their best.But what's the result of all this. what are they getting in return. Gift of sorrow and solitation for rest of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they really deserve this? or i must say today's generation has forgotten   the affection and care they have been getting by their parents, rather i would say that if this is the case then the  parents really don't need to waste their time n life for such selfish children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But d question here arises is: Who is responsible for this??&lt;br /&gt;Children or parents themselves!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-113799505469139424?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113799505469139424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=113799505469139424&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113799505469139424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113799505469139424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-is-responsible.html' title='Who is responsible????'/><author><name>Neetika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683296251070288666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20916969.post-113766918268883523</id><published>2006-01-19T16:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:43:02.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I A Fireman Yet??</title><content type='html'>[This is a forwared message]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW  BIG  OUR  GOD  IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling God how big your storm is.&lt;br /&gt;Instead tell your storm how big your GOD is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared&lt;br /&gt;down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of&lt;br /&gt;terminal leukaemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although her heart was filled with sadness,&lt;br /&gt;she also had a strong feeling of determination.&lt;br /&gt;Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up &amp;&lt;br /&gt;fulfil all his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Now that was no longer possible.&lt;br /&gt;The leukaemia would see to that. But she still&lt;br /&gt;wanted her son's dream to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her son's hand and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;to be once you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with&lt;br /&gt;your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, "I always wanted to be a fireman when I&lt;br /&gt;grew up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can&lt;br /&gt;make your wish come true."&lt;br /&gt;Later that day she went to her local fire&lt;br /&gt;department in Phoenix, Arizona,&lt;br /&gt;where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big&lt;br /&gt;as Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;She explained her son's final wish and&lt;br /&gt;asked if it might be possible to give her 6 year&lt;br /&gt;old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than&lt;br /&gt;that.  If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary&lt;br /&gt;fireman for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can come down to the fire station, eat with us,&lt;br /&gt;go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards!&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform&lt;br /&gt;for him, with a real fire hat - not a toy --&lt;br /&gt;one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department&lt;br /&gt;on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so&lt;br /&gt;we can get them fast."&lt;br /&gt;Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy,&lt;br /&gt;dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from&lt;br /&gt;his hospital bed to the waiting&lt;br /&gt;hook and ladder truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help&lt;br /&gt;steer it back to the fire station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day&lt;br /&gt;and Billy got to go out on all three calls.&lt;br /&gt;He rode in the different fire engines, the&lt;br /&gt;paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also videotaped for the local news program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having his dream come true,&lt;br /&gt;with all the Love and attention that was lavished&lt;br /&gt;upon him, so deeply touched Billy,&lt;br /&gt;that he lived three months longer than any doctor&lt;br /&gt;thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night all of his vital signs began to drop&lt;br /&gt;dramatically and the head nurse, who believed&lt;br /&gt;in the hospice concept - that no one&lt;br /&gt;should die alone, began to call the family&lt;br /&gt;members to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a&lt;br /&gt;fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would&lt;br /&gt;be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;to be with Billy as he made his transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief replied, "We can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be there in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Will you please do me a favour?&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the sirens screaming and see the&lt;br /&gt;lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system,&lt;br /&gt;that there is not a fire?&lt;br /&gt;It's the department coming to see one of its finest&lt;br /&gt;members one more time.&lt;br /&gt;And will you open the window to his room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck&lt;br /&gt;arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to&lt;br /&gt;Billy's third floor open window--------&lt;br /&gt;16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's&lt;br /&gt;room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him&lt;br /&gt;and told him how much they LOVED him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his dying breath,&lt;br /&gt;Billy looked up at the fire chief and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Chief, am I really a fireman now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Billy, you are, and the Head Chief,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, is holding your  hand," the chief said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those words, Billy smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;"I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and&lt;br /&gt;the angels have been singing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes one last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-113766918268883523?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113766918268883523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=113766918268883523&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113766918268883523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113766918268883523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/am-i-fireman-yet.html' title='Am I A Fireman Yet??'/><author><name>Neetika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683296251070288666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20916969.post-113749440517201020</id><published>2006-01-17T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:10:05.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MADE FOR EACH OTHER</title><content type='html'>This is a story about a girl who lived with her mother, elder brother and his wife. That was a small &amp; happy family. They didn't have any differences between them. The girl's name was Anjali, she use to remain at home and spend her time in doing household works but whenever she would free she would do chating on her system which she learnt from her brother. She was not blessed with many friends. She had already completed her studies. Her brother and his wife were working. She &amp; her mother would left alone during the day. She always wanted to work on the computers. She met with a good friend named Sanjeev.  That was almost everyday that they use to chat with each other.It was for the very first time she had talked to a boy. Both of them told everything about themselves to each other.  When she would not able to chat with Sanjeev, she missed him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;     One day her mother noticed that from last 2-3 days her daughter is looking worried over something, so she talked with her. She asked &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Anjali what has gone wrong with you. Why are you looking tensed? Is there anything which is bothering you?”&lt;/span&gt; Firstly she refused that this is just due to her illness. But later she told her mother about Sanjeev. Her mother listened to her and asked that what has gone wrong with them, she said that she has received a mail from Sanjeev &amp; he wants to meet her. And she has not replied to him yet. After some time her mother asked Anjali that does she trust him, she said “yes”. Her mother suggested her to meet him. Anjali got shocked after listening to her mother's response. She happily reverted him that,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" she also wants to meet him but only near her house in a garden,on friday at 11 am, to help in recognising each other she'll be wearing a yellow salwar-suit with yellow roses in her hand."&lt;/span&gt; Sanjeev agreed on that but he didn't told what he'll be wearing. Now Anjali became restless as she was waiting for friday and she was happy too.&lt;br /&gt;     Atlast, the day came. Anjali quickly finished all her work and got ready, wore yellow suit. She was looking beautiful. She also asked her mother to come along with her. When they reached the garden her mother sat a little far away from her. Anjali was holding roses in her hand. Time went out but no one came there. It was already 5 pm. Her mother asked her to go back home. She threw all the roses on the ground and she started weeping. All night she couldn't able to sleep and were thinking about Sanjeev that why didn't he come??? Next day she wrote a mail to him asking,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'why didn't you come??? I was waiting for you........ '&lt;/span&gt;Sanjeev wrote her back that, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I came to the garden and i also saw you, you were looking very beautiful.. I have started loving you but can't marry you because you are young, you can get anyone and i am a divorcee, i too have a child. I am not made for you. So, that's was the reason i came back from there.” &lt;/span&gt;Anjali started crying, her mother came running and asked what happened to her, she told everything about Sanjeev's mail. Her mother said that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“do whatever you feel like i will always be there for you”&lt;/span&gt;. And this was a best guy for her as he loves not only her beauty but everything. Anjali stopped crying  and wrote a mail to Sanjeev. She wrote,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“ I never saw you but i m in love with you. Its good that  you care about my feelings but i must tell you that i m  handicap with one leg, i walk by using Jaipur foot. That's the reason i never got married. Now if you really like me, you will have to come to my home with your child on sunday, i'll wait for you”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunday morning. Anjali's brother and his wife were also there. They both were unaware about what is happening in their sister's life. Door bell ranged, Anjali's brother opened the door, a man with his son were standing outside with flowers &amp; gifts in their hands . He didn't recognised them but Anjali came to the door, took both of them inside the house but her brother remained standing there with question marks on his face...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-113749440517201020?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113749440517201020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=113749440517201020&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113749440517201020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113749440517201020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/made-for-each-other.html' title='MADE FOR EACH OTHER'/><author><name>Neetika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683296251070288666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20916969.post-113714904159482541</id><published>2006-01-13T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:14:01.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is friendship possible after love????</title><content type='html'>A girl fallen in love with a guy. He was her first love . She does not had that guts to tell him about her feelings which she was hidding inside her heart.Once she was going for her classes, the same guy approached her and proposed her for friendship. She was infact waiting for this opportunity to come. She simply said 'YES' &amp; took his cell number. After that her life totally changed,she felt that she got the greatest happiness of her life. That girl who never combed her hair on her own, always wore clothes of her mother's choice, interested only in sports, education &amp; food. Her life totally changed after this incident. She use to talk with that guy on the phone, she rarely use to meet him as she was afraid of her parents. Days went by they both really fallen in love. The bond of friendship was over between them. Now she got that courage to meet him &amp; talk with him without fear.&lt;br /&gt;After the relationship of 4 years the girl came to know from his lover's best friend that he is married and is having a child, she did'nt relied on him but from various people who were very close to her, told her the same thing. Her dreams shattered, this was unbelievable for her. She thought to talk with her boyfriend regarding this. First of all he denied all this but after long time, he agreed  that he is married and is having a child. When the girl asked him why did he do this, he said that he came closer to her because of a bet eventually he started liking her. He also told her that due to some differences he divorced his wife and his child is with her. He said,”I know i have betrayed you but I Love You and i want you to always be my friend if not a lover”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know that, if love is possible after friendship. Is friendship possible after love????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20916969-113714904159482541?l=jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113714904159482541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20916969&amp;postID=113714904159482541&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113714904159482541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20916969/posts/default/113714904159482541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingwiththoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-friendship-possible-after-love_13.html' title='Is friendship possible after love????'/><author><name>Neetika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683296251070288666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
