tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91231832515337635972024-03-19T08:09:41.775+04:00Feel my world ツSimply Feelme ♥♥♥A J A Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163036745414145675noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-6844556291674179902009-11-13T14:04:00.014+04:002010-11-21T01:59:17.100+04:00Helping Hands (Part 02)<div align="left"><i><span style="color: #663366; font-size: 130%;">This is a continuation to my previous post......</span></i></div><div align="left">As promised to Vanajakshi we decided to go back to see her after 1 month , aslo we remembered the words of the Sister that we cannot be allowed inside the charitable trust to meet/see only one person, we do like that kind of terms & agreed happily. </div><div align="left">So atlast one fine day we decided to go & meet few other new friends over there who are looking forward for some one who can spend some time with them. So we friends arranged few eatables like bread packets & other stuff as per our budget at that time and went to that charitable trust & just before entering into the main gate all of we are very much excited to meet our old elderly friend Vanajakshi there. </div><div align="left">We eagerly entered into the premisis and approached the head sister who helped us alot by joining the needy Vanajakshi on their trust. She happily welcomed us and had a good talk with us for some time and later we offered her what we got with us to donote to the trust for that day and requested her to give us a permission to see Vanajakshi as we have promised Vanajakshi that we will come back to see you again. Then the sister took us to the dormitory where all the needy people pass their free time.</div><div align="left">After a while we found charming Vanajakshi was coming towards us now she is lots more healthier than before and recognized us so soon and started crying again by explaining to the sister that how we helped her in needy time, we then took her aside sat with her & had a good conversation with her. Meanwhile I started mingling with other people who are passing their days in that trust and getting to know about their life style and tried my best to give them the moral support from myside.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><i><span style="color: #6600cc;">Below are the few pics I took from my mobile during our secound visit to Mother Therisa Charitable Trust.</span></i></div><div align="center"><br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403528544780684802" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bDTW5HUBdEmFDBk9dcvqp00RdRLDGZpgsIPHC9Wj94E9T47yv1NYvQL_ZJgWg8IloYc_IPvaEOM_HZDhWILWjTdBgEkton6-D3bFKL9dsAnKIFJoipIsCCp7YOEjxNQ-R7wwEu5d0X_k/s320/9.jpg" style="display: block; height: 410px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 540px;" /><span style="color: #663366;"><i>Also spent some gud tym with few other Old citizens who r left by their heartless grownup children </i>:-x</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />
<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403528320348392802" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS55N9tlzHwgAQAYtBoAhTbYtCFd8vyVDnjsaQJmL1Tg3XdYRI84xHxzx6jHPwPT-ZPp2tV72MrBsJ2ObnAMilQWWZ2kyF34lz-0cVD48xVsDqv9OU9tP3tmCnUL8tiiLKmy7rfSOza5JN/s320/10.jpg" style="display: block; height: 439px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 589px;" /><i> <span style="color: #663366;">Finally had a affectionate snap with my darling vanu... she is really so happy that day after seeing us.</span></i><br />
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<div align="left"><i>That is a very special day for me which happend to be my first step towards social service by helping others who are no where related to me, I felt like I did something good in life today which gave a lots of happiness & pleasure to my soul that day. Now I relized the true meaning of helping hands & what difference it makes in our common lives, one must make a time to help others/needy who are no where related to us atleast once in our life time.</i> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><i></i></div><div align="left"><i></i></div><div align="left"><i><b></b></i></div><div align="left"><i><b>Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile</b>. -Albert Einstein</i></div><br />
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</div>A J A Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163036745414145675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-91026532016491065292009-05-30T01:50:00.037+04:002010-11-21T01:58:52.883+04:00Helping Hands (Part 01)<div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEimH-gfdECPv0_FXkULWxoiuIzn0J6UE20oJYMZxZFDBpoj9Ig04c17A6r_wMUi5jl5DhR5VuxRswfEPGW9c0e8_g-c9cE2MKgHP9h9GunJPq2WhqK1go0500Qc4NXYjtTjmjGxXl9Tj/s1600-h/Helping%2520Hnds.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356572809180965138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEimH-gfdECPv0_FXkULWxoiuIzn0J6UE20oJYMZxZFDBpoj9Ig04c17A6r_wMUi5jl5DhR5VuxRswfEPGW9c0e8_g-c9cE2MKgHP9h9GunJPq2WhqK1go0500Qc4NXYjtTjmjGxXl9Tj/s320/Helping%2520Hnds.jpg" style="display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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One day early morning when I was in a deep sleep on my bed, suddenly I received a call from one of my school friend Kumudasri.<br />
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Kumuda: "Ajay come fast to secunderabad station along with some money & blanket if you have ? its very urgent ! "<br />
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Me: Got shocked and jumped out of my bed after hearing that & asked her whats wrong happened ?<br />
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Kumuda: In a very distrubed environment she replied something to me which I didnt get clearly.<br />
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Me: replied "ok ok I was on my way will see you soon "<br />
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And kept my mobile back to my pocket & ran out of my home (Not even brushed my teeth) with some saved money of mine & kick started my bike and accelerated it to the maximum speed to reach her faster as I was bit worried about her call & also unable to guess exactly whats wrong happened at their end, but only thing I can figure out is that something she badly need a help at that time.<br />
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After reaching secuderabad I called her & asked where is she ? then she replied we are on the way & directed me to some land mark to come there. As said I reached that place first and wating for them to come. Couple of a minutes later one auto ricshaw came to me and in that I found Kumuda along with my another school friend Asha and one more stranger along with them who is nearly 80years old skinny & weak looking women sitting inside an auto. I was still in a big confusion to figure out what was happened then I approched them and get the information which goes like below according to them....<br />
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Ashu & Kumuda are on their way to shopping in Nampally that day. As they were waiting for their local train in Nampally station they found this old lady who seems to be very much week with a bleeding blood on her hand came to them & showing some slip and asking what was written in it. First of all they felt bad about her situation then they tried to communicate with her but unable to do effectively because the reason is that old lady cant speak & understand our language she knows only 3 languages those are Tamil,Malayalam & Tulu which were not well know to majority of the people in our state (Andhra pradesh). I dont know how they find out but they came to know that her name is Vanajakshi, she is staying in that railway platform from last 3days without having any food and also got hurt on her hand by falling down. After knowing that my both friends really feel like helping her at anycost & looked out for some help as so many gathered around them but no one put their step forward to take the responsibility of Vanajakshi. Then I am proud to say that my both frnds took an initiation to help her at any cost even being a girls.... and they did it by taking the responsibility of that old lady on their shoulders. All the way they carry her from Nampally to Secuderabad with out anyones help. So now its my time to give them a helping hand and be a part of their good work to the society.<br />
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Now whats the next step ? We decided to get her a treatment for her bleeding hand first so, we took her to the Gandhi hospital and provided her the basic treatment with the help of our one more frnd Ms.Deepthi who is doing her medicine in the same hospital at that time. Luckily we came to know that there are few nurses & doctors who can speak Malayam in the hospital, great to know that as we are struggling alot to know about her details. We requested one Malayalam Doctor to get the information from her, then Vanajakshi told some shocking things to that doctor....<br />
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Vanajakshi is a widow & came from a good family background & has a well educated son working in Post office hyderabad (She's unable to say in which branch he works & the address where she used to stay) as the son & his family dont like her to stay with them as she is no more useful to them, that rediculous son thrown her in the railway platform by giving only Rs10/- currency, and asked her to leave to their village & stay with his younger brothers place by catching the train without even buying a ticket & guiding her how to go .....what a man he is ? after that he simply left that place by saying her that I will come back & never came back from last 3days as said , this poor lady who dont know what to do is simply waiting for her son in the same platform from last 3 days hoping that he will come back & take her home. But nothing like that happened, luckily got seen by my friends atlast otherwise she would have die with out even getting food.<br />
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So whats next ? ? ?</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">We cannot leave her in this condition & wash our hands, we have to do something good for her atleast keep her in a safe place where she can lead rest of her life happily atleast without any troubles. So 3 of us think a while & decided to take her to the police station as this is a very sensitive issue for us we decided to go legally as a responsible citizens. Then we take her to the nearest Police station and explained the complete story to the S.I (sub inspector) he appreciated us but unable to do any help as he simply escaped by saying that its a critical issue to be handled by my seniour officer but right now he is outside dont even know when he comes. Then we suggested him atleast join her on any old age home on behalf of them but no use he's trying to escape. Then I took a mobile number of him for further contact purpose as a proof of we approched the Police station regarding her case.</div><br />
<div align="left">Then we decided to join her in any old age home by ourselves atleast for a temporary basis, so we took her to the nearest old age home and approached the administration for the joining details, sadly they are not agreed to join her in their center even after upon our request... then one sister came (may be god sent her for us ?) from inside and spoke with Vanajakshi in her language & came to know about her situation and feel like helping us. Then she guided us to another place called "Mother Therisa Charitable Trust" in Secunderabad, Hyderabad. Where they will accept to join & accomodate such kind of a needy people, after thanking that sister we went to that Charitable Trust along with Vanajakshi.</div><br />
<div align="left">After reaching that place we approched the Sister who is managing that trust, but that sister suspect us that as if we are joining our own grand mother but later on she came to know the truth after speaking with Vanajakshi (luckily all the sisters whom we met knows Vanajakshi's language). Then after she agreed to join her & appreciated us for taking this big step which is very rarely seen these days, we felt so happy at that time atlast we found some place to keep Vanajakshi safe where she can get all her basic needs like food,shelter,clothing & health care etc... most importantly she can communicate with them freely as all of those volunteers on that trust understands & knows her language well.</div><br />
<div align="left">We thank god for giving us such a great oppurtunity to help some one like this for the first time in our lives, we really felt great that day by realising that we did something good today. I donated 1000/- Rs on the name of Asha,Kumuda & Myself to the trust immediately.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Now its a very tough time for us to say good bye to Vanajakshi, we really dont like to go back to home by leave her who spent a whole day with us by keeping her trust on us even we are a big strangers to her and hoping that we will do something for her. We really thank her for utilizing us in such a good way.</div><br />
<div align="left">While leaving she thanked us by crying & explaining everything to the sister that what we did for her from the morning to till now, then we gave her a word that we will definetly come back to see you regularly, after listening that she felt very happy and replied us "On your next vist I will offer you the Sarees" ofcourse this offer is limited to Ashu & Kumuda only not for me hehe :P, then sister asked Vanajakshi what will you offer for this boy (AJAY) ? then she laughed at me haha that was a funny moment for me :) and started telling about me to the sister I was overwhelmed at that time.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Finally before leaving back to home we decided to take few photos with her, so we took a permission from the sister to take few snaps with Vanajakshi in their premissis after her approval we took few memorable shots with my mobile. </div><br />
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</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>What does <a class="kLink" href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/needy.html#" id="KonaLink2" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="_top">love</a> look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like. <a ai0vu="0" href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/s/saintaugus148553.html" u92lg="0">Saint Augustine</a> <br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356597795546254578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDo5OY1GKnjU4BaEXZu1K_KsNT564CMsEGebBM05Lz4hBl0dbMbScKnRGyFUchOc1DH8uQx6BWLyIg3iv_NoLaxW869Xc5ZCesN6CG2CScLiAEWiLmPn1eyzCYK9MX6nr8F3xc6FH6V0E/s320/Helping-Hands.jpg" style="display: block; height: 247px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />A J A Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163036745414145675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-65089455567458819562009-03-12T20:26:00.006+04:002009-03-14T10:00:01.049+04:00Life Time Mail !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNIbDmF8qkcLa4rk1gh0gJW82dTLVk0W7kPwdd6HdlzKulQOCll-aGD5EzwH2khtSNUBuwJ6jQ2K3Ql6Nm2Ldjhxu2ZYdi5ERCR1xbY6I0mVo5_xtQFhn5jtxg3Ex3qd4AAb66T-7PG-fc/s1600-h/Gone+days.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312338712008028450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNIbDmF8qkcLa4rk1gh0gJW82dTLVk0W7kPwdd6HdlzKulQOCll-aGD5EzwH2khtSNUBuwJ6jQ2K3Ql6Nm2Ldjhxu2ZYdi5ERCR1xbY6I0mVo5_xtQFhn5jtxg3Ex3qd4AAb66T-7PG-fc/s320/Gone+days.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To all my friends Once in a Lifetime mail<br /><br /><br />When<br />The school reopened in June,<br />And we settled in our new desks and<br />benches!<br />When we queued up in book depot,<br />And got our new books<br />and notes!<br />When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet<br />managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.<br />We learnt writing with<br />slates and pencils, and<br />Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!<br />When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to<br />Color pencils and finally sketch pens!<br />When we started calculating<br />first with tables and then with<br />Clarke's tables and advanced to<br />Calculators and computers!<br />When we chased one another in the<br />corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms<br />Drenched in sweat!<br />When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,<br />Playgrounds,<br />under the trees and even in cycle sheds!<br />When all the colors in the world,<br />Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!<br />When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,<br />Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!<br />When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,<br />And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!<br />When few played<br />'kabadi' and 'Kho-Kho' in scorching sun,<br />While others simply played<br />'book cricket' in the<br />Confines of classroom!<br />Of fights but no conspiracies,<br />Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!<br />When we used to<br />watch Live Cricket telecast,<br />In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!<br />When few rushed at 3:45 to<br />'Conquer' window seats in our School bus!<br />While few others had 'Big Fun', 'peppermint' ,<br />'kulfi', ' milk ice !' and 'sharbat !' at 4o Clock!<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312339524870409650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8F73klHYXQdunabz3gBXW7qDouf4_E0tHTRNBRgcEVfYD4ovRJj0APq6W9qMNhPlzF4bT_8soQ79ZTzxqEQUGmIGTo63D4KIY66XmMhOWpQVCGsztdkj2Oii93Q0je0mwojV2aQ-m9oH2/s320/GoneAreTheDays.jpg" border="0" /><br />Gone are the days<br />Of Sports Day,<br />and the annual School Day ,<br />And the one-month long<br />preparations for them.<br />Gone are the days<br />Of the stressful Quarterly,<br />Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most<br />enjoyed holidays after them!<br />Gone are the days<br />Of tenth and twelfth standards, when<br />We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!<br />We learnt,<br />We enjoyed,<br />We played,<br />We won,<br />We lost,<br />We laughed,<br />We cried,<br />We fought,<br />We thought.<br />With so much fun in them, so many friends,<br />So much experience, all this and more!<br />Gone are the days<br />When we used<br />to talk for hours with our friends!<br />Now we don't have time to say a `Hi'!<br />Gone are the days<br />When we played games on the road!<br />Now we<br />Code on the road with laptop!<br />Gone are the days<br />When we saw stars Shining at Night!<br />Now we see stars when our code doesn't Work!<br />Gone are the days<br />When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!<br />Now we chat in chat rooms......!<br />Gone are the days<br />Where we<br />studied just to pass!<br />Now we study to save our job!<br />Gone are the days<br />Where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!<br />Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart!!<br />Gone are the days<br />Where we shouted on the road!<br />Now we don't shout even at home<br />Gone are the days<br />Where we got lectures from all!<br />Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....!!<br />Gone are the days<br />But not the memories, which will be<br />Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and<br />Ever and ever and ever .....<br />Gone are the Days.... But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!<br />NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE ,<br />DONT FORGET TO<br />LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL<br />EXISTS...... :)A J A Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163036745414145675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-85169069845569755032008-11-12T20:50:00.026+04:002010-06-04T23:33:13.088+04:00School Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AQsK01v5cB3qdtNljQiUqQ4V5BxLg1mU2xBTrXjCBXG-JdrOjYN_2oDp6MON6CDfOlO6Np9ageIS_hmwQWo6gZfi7JWp7QV5tU1eqVTDVxQwpQRDo6F5yOUuPzK3VJrKV9U1xjuAShds/s1600-h/booklet_for_schools_534px_w.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267887337147415042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AQsK01v5cB3qdtNljQiUqQ4V5BxLg1mU2xBTrXjCBXG-JdrOjYN_2oDp6MON6CDfOlO6Np9ageIS_hmwQWo6gZfi7JWp7QV5tU1eqVTDVxQwpQRDo6F5yOUuPzK3VJrKV9U1xjuAShds/s320/booklet_for_schools_534px_w.jpg" style="display: block; height: 242px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in;">Slowly I started going to school. This was the first turn in my life by introducing myself to this outer world. From Nursery to 1<sup>st</sup> class I passed my time in Hyderabad itself by grasping a little drop of knowledge in the ocean. After that we moved to the most lovely place of this world to me ie; a small Rookie forest named Mattapalli. I don’t know why? Whenever I pronounces & hears of this name my soul feels like dancing with joy<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>:D</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;">Mattapalli is one of the boarders and coastal village of Krishna River from Nalgonda district, AP. This is the place where I passed my critical childhood schooling days over 7 long years. <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>As this is the totally remote area from the outer world, as we use to found only the basic things of our daily routine needs <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>to sustain our lives.<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>No entertainment except school events and Festivals, No Cinema theatres & Not even a TV channels except one monthly movie to all the colony people by VCR connected through cable connection. Below is the pic taken when I was recalling those chilhood memories of mine by sitting on the river side of that forest area, when I was visited back to that place again after a long gap of 8 years. It was a wonderful feeling to me at that time cant just forget it. :)</div><br />
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<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfE-VpUOi6y62EVWrNbH02991p5ls6Q59Ve53h3ZeV_69QRvQUOCFbjgqSHR6BHbAFlARt4deY_LbOBpRe6_Zw97Xpa12OVpvkeOe2StyMEabEEA1h6xyHQdqwXSoW0X52nc91Wv3HmMvM/s1600-h/01102007090.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267818683249055874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfE-VpUOi6y62EVWrNbH02991p5ls6Q59Ve53h3ZeV_69QRvQUOCFbjgqSHR6BHbAFlARt4deY_LbOBpRe6_Zw97Xpa12OVpvkeOe2StyMEabEEA1h6xyHQdqwXSoW0X52nc91Wv3HmMvM/s320/01102007090.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">Pic taken when I was recalling those chilhood memories on da same place after a long 8Yrs</span> <span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gap</span></span> :)</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;">So all those 7yrs of my schooling life I spent most of my time for studies (as we don’t even have a proper education facility at that time) ,sports, Climbing Trees and Mountains in the forest area as I was most passionate about those monkey feets<span style="font-size: 0pt;">. <span style="font-size: 100%;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;">As it’s like a small jungle like village we use to find at least one SNAKE in any of our Classrooms or snakes sleeping inside Study Desks or On the roadway to the school etc etc... especially in the winter & rainy seasons. Got shocked !!!!! :O<br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;">Ha ha ha yeah its true sometimes these sick snakes & Scorpions enters into our bedrooms also without taking any permission :P <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>we also use to hit all the BATS daily with our school shoes <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>to <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>get<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>them away from our class rooms of the school & feels great like a Heroes<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>by proudly saying everyone that “today I made 20 bats to fall down” lol . <span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="font-size: 0pt;">J</span></span> I know <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>It sounds weird but we got used to it and of course that is the only fun we had in the school life which are most unforgettable things by daily checking the classrooms & desks for the new comers to our classrooms (snakes or Big Scorpions) before entering.<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>:P</div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;">But whatever it may be I enjoyed my life over there to the core like Mougli in the Jungle Book lol. :D This jungle really thought me so many lessons in my life. Till 8<sup>th</sup> standard I lived my life there. After that we moved back to the Hyderabad again as my parents are always worried about my future in that under developed <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>forest like village <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>also as they don’t have any plans of joining me in an hostel far away from them. Miss you my dear sweet Jungle :(<br />
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</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;">At last we came back to Hyderabad again. Now it’s a new beginning to me, now the lifestyle in this fully developed & capital city of our state is not just my cup of a tea when compared to earlier once. And it’s not even imagined by me at any time, In fact it’s a very tough time for me to come up with, at last I joined in a new school as a 9<sup>th</sup> standard student. <span style="font-size: 0pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"><b>First day in my New School :</b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gtHNEL4KhSkj4tjXr8sjxQKkewDt3A6VVnqsFvw7xL4GjoU68F-_6YXrtTmMQ87IObP_4x_9WPZnaMOMSd4xcFpigDS2V-74NMw1lCeAOQ2MCjjhMKz0TpVT4IZk-jSz-f_xdgSLDCgR/s1600-h/2002-01-30+Jan+First+day+at+school+anxious+parents+550.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269155784376973042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gtHNEL4KhSkj4tjXr8sjxQKkewDt3A6VVnqsFvw7xL4GjoU68F-_6YXrtTmMQ87IObP_4x_9WPZnaMOMSd4xcFpigDS2V-74NMw1lCeAOQ2MCjjhMKz0TpVT4IZk-jSz-f_xdgSLDCgR/s320/2002-01-30+Jan+First+day+at+school+anxious+parents+550.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 194px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"><b></b></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpEA5VvUm9-gdoLbxkGYPJdyGPeJqs4Y5icxC_L69zWtQUeV76yQdc3yikFOS1vE-F1FhLLpzNmLyjYXZcPq7SUEkyLQLLudB25ELTCGXIsJ9dPahiYVBnxY5o96QRsQrxX4B5jFQzApm/s1600-h/2002-01-30+Jan+First+day+at+school+anxious+parents+550.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br />
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<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;">This was the first day of my new school in a new place(Hyderabad) and the school name is Nagarjuna High school at S.R. Nagar, the school is a very high standard English medium school , as my earlier one is an ordinary liberal English medium school for name sake. I was so nervous when I was entering into the main gate of the school then one teacher came to me and asked about me. I told her that I am the new admission to this school, then she called one aaya (Lady servant) and told her to show me the classroom of mine. Now the funny part starts get ready to laugh out louder :P</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;">That aaya took me to the 3<sup>rd</sup> floor of the school building and she showed her hand pointing to some classroom and she left down. Now a big confusion started in my mind ??? Guess what it is ? huh I didn’t concentrated while that aaya pointing the classroom <span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="font-size: 0pt;">L</span></span> . So a big trouble started for me to which classroom should I enter ? as there are so many classrooms on that floor, Also I afraid of asking anyone at that time that “where is my classroom?” as all of them r a big strangers to me.... .<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>Well after thinking for a while I played an “Inky pinky ponky” game of all the available classrooms and made a final decision to enter into some classroom where not even a single student present at that time and I entered in successfully and settled in the first bench thinking that this will be the class which aaya shown me. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in;"></div><br />
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<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in;">Now the story begins , after sometime two girls entered into the class by seeing me in a sarcastic way. I thought of saying ‘Hi’ but stopped as I always afraid of speaking with girls from <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>childhood. Then after few minutes 5 more girls entered into the class now bit of inconvenience started inside me,<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>now I am eagerly waiting for a boy to enter into my classroom. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in;"></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in;">After sometime whole class is filling up with all girls, then I questioned myself angrily that what happened to all these boys, are all of them <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>dead & go to hell or what ? :x Now I can hear all the girls are whispering back to me & some girls are giggling at my back, knowing that the blood pressure of mine is raised to sky <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>I don’t know what to do ? Feels like crying <span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="font-size: 0pt;">L</span></span> . </div><br />
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<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in;">Then I saw that same teacher who instructed me to go to my classroom with that aaya , then I felt like an Angel came to me after seeing her in such a typical situation :) , actually she is searching for me here and there. At last she found me sitting like a statue in the first bench , then she<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>came to me and said “who told you to sit in this classroom ?” . This classroom is only for GIRLS :( </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in;"></div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in;">After listening that there is no words with me to speak out. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="font-size: 0pt;">L</span></span><span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>It’s the most embarrassing <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>moment of my life <span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="font-size: 0pt;">L</span></span> ,<span style="font-size: 0pt;"> </span>then I slowly picked up my school back and go <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>back to that teacher begging her with my eyes to show my classroom then she guided me to move to the adjacent classroom which is just aside to the girls section :p. At last it ended up happily by leaving one unforgettable funny experience lol. :P :D </div><br />
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in;">ha ha if I think abt it now It makes me feel that how silly I was at that time. but wats suppose to happen is happened anyway. :)<br />
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Then after slowly I got adjusted to this school after one long year and successfully finished my SSC by finding few lovely friends out there who stick to me forever. The considerable part is that the majority of those frnds I still get in touch with them are none other than the crazy GIRLZ hehehe lol... as I hav a very short list of boys who r close 2 me in my schooling time as I always used to move closely with these gals and I named this batch as Thotti Gang . I really love this Thotti Gang very much who always calls me for my presence in their gatherings what ever occation it may be ? Also I have been close to their families and especially whenever we meet in their homes we always have a blast by speaking abt all crap & silly things , flirting each other, fighting bla bla bla :P<br />
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So, here Iam taking the oppurtunity to mention the Names of my chweet Thotti Gang :<br />
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1. Asha (I Call Ashu)<br />
2. Kumudasri ( I call Kumuda)<br />
3. Trivedi (I call Banda just 4 fun)<br />
4. Swetha (I call Svetu)<br />
5. Sri Priya ( I call Priya & Puppy sometimes)<br />
6. Bindu (I call Bindu)<br />
7. Arash (Hes is 1more guy in this thotti gang same lyk me) <br />
:)A J A Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163036745414145675noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-83040215094231552262008-11-12T20:29:00.010+04:002008-11-22T07:25:17.952+04:00Childhood Life<p align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifIH99f66FbLgS8cRUO674bT3nyWiqBoR8b3ZulJ_9aBXdSt3NFNR7Fb3X5VII4CXJGfSCsrI-lQCZHBGiGMEwscHjBsakRcbi7po1kenHBMkFdxuvEyGMoIEeo0cvB8mvbC2l_MvMrpEp/s1600-h/JAY06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267813407740544610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifIH99f66FbLgS8cRUO674bT3nyWiqBoR8b3ZulJ_9aBXdSt3NFNR7Fb3X5VII4CXJGfSCsrI-lQCZHBGiGMEwscHjBsakRcbi7po1kenHBMkFdxuvEyGMoIEeo0cvB8mvbC2l_MvMrpEp/s320/JAY06.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><em>Its me Just 23yrs Back very Innocent but not calm</em> ;)</div><br /><br /><br />CHILDHOOD! whenever I think about my childhood I feel that those are the best days of my life and also a little bit of tears roles into my eyes as those lovely days never come back again. :(<br /><br /><br /><br />Of course everyone love their childhood days if they go back by memorizing about each & every moment of their childish things. In my sense these memories are the most enjoyable ones whenever we start thinking about it, also it makes you laugh sometimes when those silly & funny activities you did flashes in between of your thoughts. :P<br /><br /><br /><br />Well let’s move back to ages of the 20th century in the year 1985 March 9th. Mom said this is the day I have born in a small HUT in the early hours around 5am. This is the day I came to this earth in a small village called Sungavruksham located near West Godavari District, Andhra Pradesh, India.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am the only naughty son to my sweet & lovely parents. May be I have born alone without any siblings but my parents never make me feel lonely at anytime by showing their tremendous love to me. When I dig my memories back I can reach back up to 4yrs old of my age (ie; till when I was just 4yrs old). Ha-ha this is the age of doing all mischief’s, troubling my parents for each and every small silly things oh gosh!!! How did they bare my irritating activities? I really wonder about them and loves them alot :)A J A Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163036745414145675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-29322240891709957682008-09-26T13:46:00.007+04:002008-11-02T01:07:31.974+04:00Speach Of A.P.J. Abdul Kalam About India Must Read By Every Indian.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybjKEBRQ5dy5XflneinXMcvFUSjoSXB5wPGEWL2iHqi7AYi6pFz9CJGVvGFWnlZS7Ge_kjlfiG-QsHnOfYDqmpMTjGRmXr8xBfkdujah4wxhrjJ3lMMnhaD6mSZnI_lYCbD1XDULwBX6T/s1600-h/2069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250264352143961330" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybjKEBRQ5dy5XflneinXMcvFUSjoSXB5wPGEWL2iHqi7AYi6pFz9CJGVvGFWnlZS7Ge_kjlfiG-QsHnOfYDqmpMTjGRmXr8xBfkdujah4wxhrjJ3lMMnhaD6mSZnI_lYCbD1XDULwBX6T/s320/2069.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><strong>* The Former President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam 's Speech in Hyderabad . *</strong></span> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why is the media here so negative? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them , </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">"We are the first in milk production." </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">"We are number one in Remote sensing satellites. "</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">"We are the second largest producer of wheat. "</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">"We are the second largest producer of rice. "</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit."</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">We want foreign T.Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that <em><strong>self-respect comes with self-reliance? </strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is ? She replied:<strong><em> I want to live in a developed INDIA</em></strong> you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation. Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance. Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />YOU say that our government is inefficient?</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Y<span style="font-family:verdana;">OU say that our laws are too old ?</span> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke, The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU say, say and say.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">What do YOU do about it? Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or PederRoa) btween 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai . </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah . </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand . </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or bu fak cerifictes in Boston ??? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India ? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay , Mr. Tinaikar , had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan . Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to te pols to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the whole system which has to change, how ill it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is outto abus and rae the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J. F. Kennedy 's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians..... 'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY' Lets do what India needs from us. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you, </span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dr. Abdul Kalaam</span></div></span>A J A Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163036745414145675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-16650851081339092962008-08-24T23:28:00.006+04:002008-11-13T00:31:46.047+04:00YOUR CHAT WITH GOD<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Conversation Between You & GOD<br /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">God: Hello. Did you call me? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Me: Called you? No. Who is this? Conversation Between You & GOD</span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Hello. Did you call me? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: Called you? No. Who is this? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: I understand. But I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Well, I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium that you are comfortable with. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Stop analysing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: Why are we then constantly unhappy? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analysing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty.</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire.<br />Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life become better, not bitter. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: You mean to say such experience is useful? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: But still, why should we go through such tests?<br />Why can't we be free from problems? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Problems are:<br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Purposeful<br />Roadblocks<br />Offering<br />Beneficial<br />Lessons to<br />Enhance<br />Mental<br />Strength.<br />Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.<br />Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Look inside.<br />Looking outside, you dream.<br />Looking inside, you awaken.<br />Eyes provide sight.<br />Heart provides insight.<br />ME: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Success is a measure as decided by others.<br />Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead.<br />You work with the compass.<br />Let others work with the clock. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go.<br />Always count your blessing, not what you are missing. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: What surprises you about people? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: When they suffer they ask, "why me?"<br />When they prosper, they never ask "Why me?" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I can't get the answer. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it.<br />Life is not a process of discovery, but a process of creation. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: How can I get the best out of life? </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Face your past without regret.<br />Handle your present with confidence.<br />Prepare for the future without fear. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: One last question.<br />Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">God: There are no unanswered prayers.<br />At times the answer is NO. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.<br />I am so happy to start the New Day with a new sense of inspiration.<br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">God: Well. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Keep the faith and drop the fear. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Life is a mystery to solve, not a problem to resolve. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Trust me. </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Life is wonderful if you know how to live it.... </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">If you don't like the answer, you shouldn't have asked the question...</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Bye<br />Take Care<br />GOD :)<br /></span></p></span><div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-45235132556593643642008-05-20T23:32:00.014+04:002008-12-23T13:14:39.116+04:00Described abt me by my best friend Sandy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzH141EkX0gysklNOgIXYMKK0mo5pSLZ6DofKBaiD3Hg4GaMYSvHyxbK7LuSb-CCPieoXEi9diP7Dwnovpts9ngb5Gu_B3jt1lOCL4-IAJPpDFsJN7-ZLykD4EkDCo_uH53JUQiJQxrU9/s1600-h/_SC05228.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269160813564877714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzH141EkX0gysklNOgIXYMKK0mo5pSLZ6DofKBaiD3Hg4GaMYSvHyxbK7LuSb-CCPieoXEi9diP7Dwnovpts9ngb5Gu_B3jt1lOCL4-IAJPpDFsJN7-ZLykD4EkDCo_uH53JUQiJQxrU9/s320/_SC05228.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Hai,<br /><br />Below is the description of myself in a bit different way , which is done by my friend sundeep chowdary alias Sandy in his blog <a href="http://sunny-depp.blogspot.com/2008/05/lakshya-2it-took-him-24years-and-2600.html">http://sunny-depp.blogspot.com/2008/05/lakshya-2it-took-him-24years-and-2600.html</a><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> by taking the quotation of the bollywood movie Lakshya and renamed it as Lakshya 2 lol just go through the few funny facts abt myself :P</span><br /><br /><br /></span><h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://sunny-depp.blogspot.com/2008/05/lakshya-2it-took-him-24years-and-2600.html"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lakshya 2....It took him 24years and 2600 Kms to find himself</span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></h3><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Note: Guys who don't understand Telugu should excuse me for first paragraph.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Beginning:</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">"Sariga chaduvukora babu... <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">backlogs </span>lekunda eppatikapudu clear chesuko ra idiot...<span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">60%</span> anna techuko ra fool... <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">B.Tech</span> 4 years lo finish cheyaka pote taravata badha padalsivastundi ra brainless creature...". Ilanti dialogues kanisam oka dozen friends semester ki oka dozen times each cheppi untam!! vinnada? lede.."meeru chadavamante chadavala? naa istam vachinatu chaduvuta...ipudu mood ledu. Night ki meeranta nidra poyaka chaduvuta.... <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">main aisa hi hoon</span>.." ani reply vachedi. Hmmm... veedu manaku vinadu le... forget him ani we used to carry on. Not that we used to burn the midnight oil each day, but still at least on the day before the exam(most of them call it <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">one night battle</span>....battle for that magical <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">60%</span>).<br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The dude I am referring to is one of my dearest... probably the closest of all my friends. He is <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Ajay Kumar Penmatsa</span>. Here is the Pic of that moron.<br /></span><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5J1TRBsmsTZ_SQb0A9lEqyFzXa1BDUgxYU5ZmuZ3Z6yA_HwnAOId24UOFFRluuyBOPJUSKbrDNCQfG1e0tXHuesEilatitJ87LXlx98oQxZ2ADkB0hkimYWJ0z8fQ-CA3DthapHVDPM1y/s1600-h/09122007569.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269158401431481154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5J1TRBsmsTZ_SQb0A9lEqyFzXa1BDUgxYU5ZmuZ3Z6yA_HwnAOId24UOFFRluuyBOPJUSKbrDNCQfG1e0tXHuesEilatitJ87LXlx98oQxZ2ADkB0hkimYWJ0z8fQ-CA3DthapHVDPM1y/s320/09122007569.jpg" /></a></div></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Post interval......(Now the Story gets a lil serious):</span><br /></div><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">St. Martin's Engg. College</span>... E.E.E .... 2002 First batch(though he has passed out along with 2nd batch !!). He has past almost 2years deciding what he wants to do in life. Finally stuck to networking. Worked in a small <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">'co</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">mpany' </span>like company in Hyd for few months. Hardly gained any experience as there was hardly anything happening in that company. Understandably they did not pay him even a single penny. Frustrated & Irritated, thought of calling it quits. I was one of the closest to watch him each day(may be next only to his dad). NOW, all he needs is a break.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXPVWGBE8uA/SDHAxLdzkpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CvxoDuYqkbg/s1600-h/Duo.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202150995713561234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXPVWGBE8uA/SDHAxLdzkpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CvxoDuYqkbg/s200/Duo.JPG" /></a>Then came a call from <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Abu Dhabi!!</span> (not with work permit). He went on a tourist visa to meet his mom and aunt. <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">7.5 Weeks</span> now. <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">04.04.08</span> is the date he left India. <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I/We</span> felt a hint of discomfort when he left. But <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">LIFE</span> should go on. Today I received a call from this chap. He has attended an interview and got through. I was more than just<span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> happy when I heard him say that he has got the appointment letter with a decent pay package to survive there.<br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Climax....A good beginning !</span><br /></span><br /><br /></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXPVWGBE8uA/SDG9b7dzkoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Gn-dp1Edj00/s1600-h/Ajay.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 167px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202147332106457730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXPVWGBE8uA/SDG9b7dzkoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Gn-dp1Edj00/s200/Ajay.JPG" /></a>I am sure even he must be on <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Cloud 9</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">.</span> The Flip side...Call it <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">GO</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)">OD </span>or <span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)">BAD</span>.</span>.. but he is going to spend the next few years(at least a couple of them) outside India. Dude.... We are going to miss your company for sure.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Wishing him <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">"All The Very Best In LIFE"</span>. Start a new journey mate...& in this journey try committing some new mistakes!!(Just kidding). The real Testing Times for you will begin now. Living 2600 KMs away from homeland for the first time and that too with hardly any Indians around!! eeeeeeeee...... I can imagine only few things. For sure, You are going to be a lot tougher psychologically when u return India(<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">tu waisa nahi rahega!!</span>).<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">We'll be looking for a completely transformed YOU .......<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXPVWGBE8uA/SDHFu7dzkrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vEFlU6aGH5g/s1600-h/wait.JPG"><span style="font-size:0;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202156454616994482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXPVWGBE8uA/SDHFu7dzkrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vEFlU6aGH5g/s320/wait.JPG" /></span></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123183251533763597.post-22364862662736430262008-03-21T15:01:00.003+04:002008-11-02T01:07:31.975+04:00Quotes Of LIFE Must Go Through It !<p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. ~Hans Christian Anderson<br /><br /><br />When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~Erma Bombeck<br /><br /><br />The purpose of life is a life of purpose. ~Robert Byrne<br /><br /><br />The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth. ~Chinese Proverb<br /><br /><br />I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. ~Elwyn Brooks White<br /><br /><br />Life is simple, its just not easy. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />A life without cause is a life without effect. ~Barbarella<br /><br /><br />Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't. ~Richard Bach<br /><br /><br />Life's not always fair. Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow. ~Cherralea Morgen<br /><br /><br />The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.<!--  What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.--> ~Henry David Thoreau, <i>Walden</i> <!--HHQ--><br /><br /><br />I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it. ~Jack Handey<br /><br /><br />Life is a foreign language: all men mispronounce it. ~Christopher Morley, <i>Thunder on the Left</i><!--, ch.5; BMC--><br /><br /><br />Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee,<br />And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.<br />~Robert Frost, "Cluster of Faith," 1962<!--MCDD--><br /><br /><br />In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. ~Kathy Norris<br /><br /><br />To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. ~Emily Dickinson<br /><br /><br />Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant. ~Antonio Porchia, <i>Voces</i>, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin<br /><br /><br />Life is the hyphen between matter and spirit. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, <i>Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers</i>, 1827<br /><br /><br />My life has a superb cast but I can't figure out the plot. ~Ashleigh Brilliant<br /><br /><br />I say, if your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life. ~Bill Watterson, <i>Calvin & Hobbes</i><br /><br /><br />You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave. ~Quentin Crisp<br /><br /><br />As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it. ~Charles Schulz<br /><br /><br />Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. ~Arthur Miller<br /><br /><br />Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night. ~Marion Howard<br /><br /><br />Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />You can't escape history, or the needs and neuroses you've picked up like layers and layers of tartar on your teeth. ~Charles Johnson<!--SH--><br /><br /><br />Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. ~Danny Kaye<br /><br /><br />I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches. ~Alice Roosevelt Longworth <!--FD--><br /><br /><br />Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once. ~Lillian Dickson<br /><br /><br />We are born wet, naked, and hungry. Then things get worse. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />Life is a cement trampoline. ~Howard Nordberg<br /><br /><br />To preserve a man alive in the midst of so many chances and hostilities, is as great a miracle as to create him. ~Jeremy Taylor<br /><br /><br />Life... is like a box of chocolates - a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper. ~<i>The X-Files</i><br /><br /><br />He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. ~Friedrich Nietzsche<br /><br /><br />God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. ~Grandma Moses<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it's not the answer. ~Jim Carrey<!--qtd in rdqq--><br /><br /><br />The great business of life is to be, to do, to do without, and to depart. ~John, Viscount Morley, <i>Address on Aphorisms</i><!--BMC--><br /><br /><br />Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies. ~Erich Fromm<br /><br /><br />My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can. ~Cary Grant<br /><br /><br />To live remains an art which everyone must learn, and which no one can teach. ~Havelock Ellis<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Living involves tearing up one rough draft after another. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn. ~Louis Adamic<!--FD--><br /><br /><br />No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence. ~Thomas Carlyle, <i>Sir Walter Scott</i>, in London and Westminster Review, 12 November 1838<!--BMC--><br /><br /><br />Don't think of retiring from the world until the world will be sorry that you retire. I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drive into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him come out as I do, and bark. ~Samuel Johnson<br /><br /><br />Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I am with you kid. Let's go." ~Maya Angelou<!--AE--><br /><br /><br />Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery<br /><br /><br />Why torture yourself when life'll do it for you? ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh. ~George Bernard Shaw, <i>The Doctor's Dilemma</i>, 1906<!--, act 5; CTO--><br /><br /><br />Puritans will never believe it, but life is full of disagreeable things that aren't even good for you. ~Mignon McLaughlin, <i>The Second Neurotic's Notebook</i>, 1966<!--CSN--><br /><br /><br />'Tis all a chequer board of nights and days,<br />Where destiny with men for pieces plays;<br />Hither and thither, and mates, and slays.<br />~Edward Fitzgerald, <i>The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám</i>, 1859<!--CDC--><br /><br /><br />...the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse. ~Walt Whitman, "O Me! O Life!", <i>Leaves of Grass</i><br /><br /><br />Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. ~Mark Twain<br /><br /><br />Life is the game that must be played. ~Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br /><br />You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. ~Albert Camus<br /><br /><br />There is no wealth but life. ~John Ruskin<br /><br /><br />I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have. ~Rupert Brooke<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Life will always remain a gamble, with prizes sometimes for the imprudent, and blanks so often to the wise. ~Jerome K. Jerome<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. ~Henry David Thoreau<br /><br /><br />Life is not a final. It's daily pop quizzes. ~Author Unknown<!--qtd by Ann Crittenden in Leadership Begins at Home qtd in rdqq--><br /><br /><br />Eating, loving, singing and digesting are, in truth, the four acts of the comic opera known as life, and they pass like bubbles of a bottle of champagne. Whoever lets them break without having enjoyed them is a complete fool. ~Gioacchino Rossini<!--CAM--><br /><br /><br />We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones. ~Paul Eldridge<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. ~T.S. Eliot, <i>The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock</i><br /><br /><br /></span><table align="left" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3846420751453970"; google_alternate_ad_url = "http://www.quotegarden.com/google-adsense-script.html"; google_ad_width = 180; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "180x90_0ads_al"; //2007-06-09: IndvPgMid180x90LinkBrnBord google_ad_channel = "1345123393"; google_color_border = "968D64"; google_color_bg = "E5E5DD"; google_color_link = "096109"; google_color_text = "321D02"; google_color_url = "321D02"; //--> </script><br /><script src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js" type="text/javascript"> </script><iframe name="google_ads_frame" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/ads?client=ca-pub-3846420751453970&dt=1206095454968&lmt=1206095445&alternate_ad_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.quotegarden.com%2Fgoogle-adsense-script.html&prev_fmts=468x15_0ads_al%2C160x600_as&format=180x90_0ads_al&output=html&correlator=1206095454531&channel=1345123393&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.quotegarden.com%2Flife.html&color_bg=E5E5DD&color_text=321D02&color_link=096109&color_url=321D02&color_border=968D64&ref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.co.in%2Fsearch%3Fhl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla%253Aen-US%253Aofficial%26hs%3DJXe%26q%3Dsingle%2Bline%2Bquotes%2Bof%2Blife%26btnG%3DSearch%26meta%3D&frm=0&cc=10&ga_vid=707948943.1206095455&ga_sid=1206095455&ga_hid=1936036032&flash=9.0.45&u_h=1024&u_w=1280&u_ah=994&u_aw=1280&u_cd=32&u_tz=330&u_his=1&u_java=true&u_nplug=22&u_nmime=101" frameborder="0" width="180" scrolling="no" height="90"></iframe><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana;">Life was a damned muddle - a football game with everyone offside and the referee gotten rid of - everyone claiming the referee would have been on his side. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald<!--CDC--><br /><br /><br />Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out. ~Anton Chekhov<br /><br /><br />Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life. ~Antonio Porchia, <i>Voces</i>, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin<br /><br /><br />Life is so largely controlled by chance that its conduct can be but a perpetual improvisation. ~W. Somerset Maugham<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love. ~Diego Marchi<!--submitted by Anna, see Dec 2007 email--><br /><br /><br />I count life just a stuff<br />To try the soul's strength on.<br />~Robert Browning<!--, In a Balcony--><br /><br /><br />Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove. ~Ashleigh Brilliant<br /><br /><br />Life is an incurable Disease. ~Abraham Cowley<!--DCMOO--><br /><br /><br />The philosophy of mine earth can be summed up as this: Sunshine creates happiness, and I create myself. Nights are long and life is predominantly good. Wind is refreshing. Tea is wisdom. Do the best you can, and be good to yourself so that you can above all be good to others. ~Jessi Lane Adams<br /><br /><br />Human life is purely a matter of deciding what's important to you. ~Anonymous<br /><br /><br />For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life. ~Albert Camus<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Life is not so bad if you have plenty of luck, a good physique, and not too much imagination. ~Christopher Isherwood<br /><br /><br />The only way to have a life is to commit to it like crazy. ~Angelina Jolie<!--, in <i>Premiere</i>, quoted in Reader's Digest Quotable Quotes May 2002--><br /><br /><br />Life is a compromise of what your ego wants to do, what experience tells you to do, and what your nerves let you do. ~Bruce Crampton<br /><br /><br />Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix. ~Mignon McLaughlin, <i>The Second Neurotic's Notebook</i>, 1966<!--CSN--><br /><br /><br />In masks outrageous and austere<br />The years go by in single file;<br />But none has merited my fear,<br />And none has quite escaped my smile.<br />~Elinor Hoyt Wylie, <i>Let No Charitable Hope</i><!--, stanza 3; BMC--><br /><br /><br />To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone. ~Reba McEntire<!--in Comfort From a Country Quilt qtd in rdqq--><br /><br /><br />The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss. ~Thomas Carlyle<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. ~Havelock Ellis<br /><br /><br />Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week. ~Joseph Addison<br /><br /><br />We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself. ~Antonio Porchia, <i>Voces</i>, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin<br /><br /><br />[Psychoanalysis] is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist. ~Karen Horney, <i>Our Inner Conflicts</i>, 1945<!--LCD--><br /><br /><br />Give us Lord, a bit o' sun,<br />A bit o' work and a bit o' fun;<br />Give us all in the struggle and sputter<br />Our daily bread and a bit o' butter.<br />~From an inn in Lancaster, England<br /><br /><br />The tragedy of life is not that man loses, but that he almost wins. ~Heywood Broun<br /><br /><br />We're all accidental soldiers in the army of life. ~Ymber Delecto<br /><br /><br />Life is a long process of getting tired. ~Samuel Butler<br /><br /><br />He who has nothing to die for has nothing to live for. ~Moroccan Proverb<br /><br /><br />But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. ~Umberto Eco, <i>Foucault's Pendulum</i><br /><br /><br />God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must take it. The only question is how. ~Henry Ward Beecher<!--CSS5--><br /><br /><br />Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied. ~Douglas Adams<!--, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy--><br /><br /><br />Suppose the world were only one of God's jokes, would you work any the less to make it a good joke instead of a bad one? ~George Bernard Shaw<br /><br /><br />In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. ~Robert Frost<br /><br /><br />Sometimes our hearts get tangled<br />And our souls a little off-kilter...<br />~Sera Christann<br /><br /><br />Life is like a ten-speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use. ~Charles Schulz<br /><br /><br />There is no finish line. ~Nike advertisement<!--DCD--><br /><br /><br />It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect. ~Sherwood Anderson<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Life is life, and death is life, and everything in between. ~Cherralea Morgen<br /><br /><br />I sit astride life like a bad rider on a horse. I only owe it to the horse's good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment. ~Ludwig Wittgenstein<br /><br /><br />The art of life is the art of avoiding pain. ~Thomas Jefferson<br /><br /><br />The world is a sunny success. ~Ever Garrison<br /><br /><br />Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man's life. ~Vita Sackville-West<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />The fear of life is the favorite disease of the 20th century. ~William Lyon Phelps<br /><br /><br />In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back. ~Charlie Brown<br /><br /><br />The world is a grindstone and life is your nose. ~Fred Allen<br /><br /><br />Not unfortunately the universe is wild - game-flavoured as a hawk's wing. ~B.P. Blood<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />You live and learn. At any rate, you live. ~Douglas Adams<br /><br /><br />Everything which is properly business we must keep carefully separate from life. Business requires earnestness and method; life must have a freed handling. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br /><br />Life is made up of constant calls to action, and we seldom have time for more than hastily contrived answers. ~Learned Hand<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. ~Henry David Thoreau, <i>Walden</i><!--SJ--><br /><br /><br />Life is the sum of all your choices. ~Albert Camus<br /><br /><br />Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years. ~Antonio Porchia, <i>Voces</i>, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin<br /><br /><br />If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, where X is work, Y is play, and Z is keep your mouth shut. ~Albert Einstein<br /><br /><br />I gave my life to learning how to live.<br />Now that I have organized it all...<br />It is just about over.<br />~Sandra Hochman<br /><br /><br />There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. ~Anaïs Nin<br /><br /><br />[P]erhaps nothing 'ud be a lesson to us if it didn't come too late. It's well we should feel as life's a reckoning we can't make twice over; there's no real making amends in this world, any more nor you can mend a wrong subtraction by doing your addition right. ~George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans), <i>Adam Bede</i><!--, Book II, ch.18, p.291; NA--><br /><br /><br />Only a few things are really important. ~Marie Dressler<br /><br /><br /><!-- end body text format, banner ad in middle of page, begin again body text format --></span></p><p align="center"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3846420751453970"; google_alternate_ad_url = "http://www.quotegarden.com/qtgad1.html"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel ="7235150233"; google_color_border = "E5E5DD"; google_color_bg = "E5E5DD"; google_color_link = "663300"; google_color_text = "321D02"; google_color_url = "321D02"; //--></script><br /><script src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js" type="text/javascript"> </script><iframe name="google_ads_frame" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/ads?client=ca-pub-3846420751453970&dt=1206095455875&lmt=1206095445&alternate_ad_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.quotegarden.com%2Fqtgad1.html&prev_fmts=468x15_0ads_al%2C160x600_as%2C180x90_0ads_al&format=468x60_as&output=html&correlator=1206095454531&channel=7235150233&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.quotegarden.com%2Flife.html&color_bg=E5E5DD&color_text=321D02&color_link=663300&color_url=321D02&color_border=E5E5DD&ad_type=text_image&ref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.co.in%2Fsearch%3Fhl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla%253Aen-US%253Aofficial%26hs%3DJXe%26q%3Dsingle%2Bline%2Bquotes%2Bof%2Blife%26btnG%3DSearch%26meta%3D&frm=0&cc=5&ga_vid=707948943.1206095455&ga_sid=1206095455&ga_hid=1936036032&flash=9.0.45&u_h=1024&u_w=1280&u_ah=994&u_aw=1280&u_cd=32&u_tz=330&u_his=1&u_java=true&u_nplug=22&u_nmime=101" frameborder="0" width="468" scrolling="no" height="60"></iframe></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We are like people with short-term leases on summer cottages; we can never seem to make our provisions come out even with our stay. ~Mignon McLaughlin, <i>The Neurotic's Notebook</i>, 1960<!--CDN--><br /><br /><br />The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. ~Henry Miller<br /><br /><br />Life is like eating artichokes; you have got to go through so much to get so little. ~Thomas Aloysius Dorgan<!--COCI--><br /><br /><br />Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth. ~Martin H. Fischer<!--FFM--><br /><br /><br />Summing up, it is clear the future holds great opportunities. It also holds pitfalls. The trick will be to avoid the pitfalls, seize the opportunities, and get back home by six o'clock. ~Woody Allen, "My Speech to the Graduates," <i>Side Effects</i>, 1980<!--CTO--><br /><br /><br />Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance. ~Antonio Porchia, <i>Voces</i>, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin<br /><br /><br />Few of us write great novels; all of us live them. ~Mignon McLaughlin, <i>The Neurotic's Notebook</i>, 1960<!--CDN--><br /><br /><br />Life's like a novel with the end ripped out. ~Danny Orton and Blair Daly, "Stand"<br /><br /><br />If you stop struggling, then you stop life. ~Huey Newton<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Sometimes questions are more important than answers. ~Nancy Willard, quoted in <i>The Meaning of Life</i>, compiled by Hugh S. Moorhead<br /><br /><br />It is while you are patiently toiling at the little tasks of life that the meaning and shape of the great whole of life dawn on you. ~Phillips Brooks<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />There is a strange reluctance on the part of most people to admit that they enjoy life. ~William Lyon Phelps<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children; life is the other way around. ~David Lodge, <i>The British Museum Is Falling Down</i>, 1965<!--, ch. 4, PMB p255--><!--attributed to both John K. Van De Kamp and David Lodge; John K. Van De Kamp quoted in <i>Childhood's Future</i>, Richard Louv, pt. 1, 1981, FW--><br /><br /><br />If a man in the morning hear the right way, he may die in the evening without regret. ~Confucius<br /><br /><br />Life is a sexually transmitted disease and there is a 100% mortality rate. ~R.D. Laing<br /><br /><br />In small proportions we just beauties see,<br />And in short measures life may perfect be.<br />~Ben Jonson, <i>To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison</i>, 1640<!--MBT, p41--><br /><br /><br />Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, <i>Flight to Arras</i>, 1942, translated from French by Lewis Galantière<!--GPA--><br /><br /><br />We should give meaning to life, not wait for life to give us meaning. ~Stacy<br /><br /><br />Many of us are equal to life's emergencies who cannot bear its day-after-dayness. ~Mignon McLaughlin, <i>The Neurotic's Notebook</i>, 1960<!--CDN--><br /><br /><br />Life is like an onion; you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it. ~James Gibbons Huneker<!--NEMYL--><br /><br /><br />Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor. ~Ogden Nash<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />I do like a little bit of butter to my bread. ~A.A. Milne, <i>When We Were Very Young</i><!--COCI--><br /><br /><br />Life may be defined to be the power of self-augmentation or assimilation, not of self-nurture; for then a steam-engine over a coal-pit might be made to live. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, <i>Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers</i>, 1827<br /><br /><br />Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars. ~Henry Van Dyke<br /><br /><br />People find it hard to be both comic and serious, though life manages it easily enough. ~Mignon McLaughlin, <i>The Second Neurotic's Notebook</i>, 1966<!--CSN--><br /><br /><br />Life is a long lesson in humility. ~James M. Barrie <!--PCR--><br /><br /><br />In life, as in restaurants, we swallow a lot of indigestible stuff just because it comes with the dinner. ~Mignon McLaughlin, <i>The Neurotic's Notebook</i>, 1960<!--CDN--><br /><br /><br />Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings." ~From the movie <i>Mansfield Park</i><br /><br /><br />Reason and justice tell me there's more love for humanity in electricity and steam than in chastity and vegetarianism. ~Anton Chekhov<!--FD--><br /><br /><br />To live is like to love - all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it. ~Samuel Butler<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Life is easier than you'd think; all that is necessary is to accept the impossible, do without the indispensable, and bear the intolerable. ~Kathleen Norris<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. ~Mark Twain<!--PCR--><br /><br /><br />One wanders through life as if wandering through a field in the dark of night, wearing a blindfold and very heavy shoes, with a poisonous toad waiting patiently beneath a clump of weeds, knowing full well that eventually you will step on him. ~Lemony Snicket<br /><br /><br />There are people who so arrange their lives that they feed themselves only on side dishes. ~José Ortega y Gasset<!--MBT--><br /><br /><br />The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe. ~Peter De Vries, <i>Let Me Count the Ways</i>, 1965<!--SS--><br /><br /><br />Every creatures stalks some other, and catches it, and is caught. ~Mignon McLaughlin, <i>The Neurotic's Notebook</i>, 1960<!--CDN--><br /><br /><br />A great part of life consists in contemplating what we cannot cure. ~Robert Louis Stevenson<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away. ~Antonio Porchia, <i>Voces</i>, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin<br /><br /><br />Anxiety and distress, interrupted occasionally by pleasure, is the normal course of man's existence. ~Joseph Wood Krutch<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of certainty about different things, but I'm not absolutely sure of anything, and many things I don't know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we're here, and what the question might mean. I might think about it a little bit, but if I can't figure it out, then I go on to something else. But I don't have to know an answer.... I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose, which is the way it really is, as far as I can tell, possibly. It doesn't frighten me. ~Richard Phillips Feynman<br /><br /><br />Life is just a series of trying to make up your mind. ~Timothy Fuller<br /><br /><br />The history of man for the nine months preceding his birth would, probably, be far more interesting and contain events of greater moment than all the three score and ten years that follow it. ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge<!--DCMOO--><br /><br /><br />Perhaps we are looking at this from a wrong perspective; this search for the truth, the meaning of life, the reason of God. We all have this mindset that the answers are so complex and so vast that it is almost impossible to comprehend. I think, on the contrary, that the answers are so simple; so simple that it is staring us straight in the face, screaming its lungs out, and yet we fail to notice it. We're looking through a telescope, searching the stars for the answer, when the answer is actually a speck of dirt on the telescope lens. ~Jason Q., from generationterrorists.com<br /><br /><br />It's just life. Just live it. ~The Quote Garden<br /><br /><br />Life is little more than a loan shark: It exacts a very high rate of interest for the few pleasures it concedes. ~Luigi Pirandello<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Life is a shit sandwich. But if you've got enough bread, you don't taste the shit. ~Jonathan Winters<br /><br /><br />There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last. ~Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br /><br />The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore. It is not so much a war as an endless standing in line. ~H.L. Mencken<br /><br /><br />Almost everything in life is easier to get into than out of. ~Agnes' Law<br /><br /><br />Life is one big judgment call. ~The Quote Garden<br /><br /><br />Chance is always powerful, let your hook always be cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish. ~Ovid<!--CUL--><br /><br /><br />Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up. ~Barbara Kingsolver, </span><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.quotegarden.com/bk-ad.html"><i><span style="font-family:verdana;">Animal Dreams</span></i></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br />Life is a series of collisions with the future. ~José Ortega y Gasset<br /><br /><br />The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing. ~Marcus Aurelius, <i>Meditations</i><!--WLBUQ--><br /><br /><br />Life is half spent before we know what it is. ~George Herbert, <i>Jacula Prudentum</i>, 1651<!--WLBUQ--><br /><br /><br />Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you'll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die. Life is so stupid I can't stand it. ~Barbara Kingsolver, </span><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.quotegarden.com/bk-ad.html"><i><span style="font-family:verdana;">Animal Dreams</span></i></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br />Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust - we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper. ~Albert Einstein, in <i>The Saturday Evening Post</i>, 26 October 1929<!--SS--><br /><br /><br />Jack Palance: "Do you know what the secret of life is? One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and everything else don't mean shit."<br />Billy Crystal: "Yeah, but what's that one thing?"<br />Jack Palance: "That's what you've got to figure out."<br />~From the movie <i>City Slickers</i><br /><br /><br />Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian. ~Dennis Wholey<br /><br /><br />Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /><br />Why do critics make such an outcry against tragicomedies? is not life one? ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, <i>Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers</i>, 1827<br /><br /><br />What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. ~Crowfoot, 1890, as quoted in <i>Catch the Whisper of the Wind</i> compiled by Cheewa James<br /><br /><br />Have you noticed that life, real honest-to-goodness life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in the newspapers? ~Jean Anouilh, <i>The Rehearsal</i>, 1950<!--WLBUQ--><br /><br /><br />God writes a lot of comedy... the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny. ~Garrison Keillor<br /><br /><br />The meaning of life is not an unquestionable answer; it is an unanswerable question. ~The Quote Garden<br /><br /><br />Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive. ~Mel Brooks<br /><br /><br />Unbeing dead isn't being alive. ~e.e. cummings<br /><br /><br />Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious. ~Brendan Gill<!--PCR--><br /><br /><br />When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash - at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the "newness," the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance. ~Thomas Merton <!-- end body text format, banner ad bottom of page, page information title and format --></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0