<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of javed bux</title><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of javed bux</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Until You Value Yourself Dont Expect Anyone Else To</title><description><![CDATA[<H1 class=titleArticle>Until You Value Yourself Dont Expect Anyone Else To<BR></H1>Dr. John F. Demartini<BR><DIV style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></DIV><DIV style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><BR><BR>Ever since I was seventeen years old and almost died of strychnine poisoning, I had dreamed of being an inspired teacher, healer, and philosopher. The dream came when I had the opportunity to meet an amazing teacher who inspired me to tears, as he had millions of others around the world. <BR><BR>I decided then that I wanted to step foot on every country on the face of the Earth and share my research findings with millions of people to help them live amazing, abundant lives. Today, after thirty-four years of persistent effort, I am certainly living my teenage dream. My life is blessed, and I have been greatly rewarded. But along the journey there were many lessons to be learned and many challenges to be faced.<BR><BR><BR>One such lesson that impacted me deeply and permanently was the time I finally began charging fees for my various teaching services. I had to overcome the fear of being rejected for requesting and receiving money, and for amply valuing my fledgling educational services. I was unquestionably minimizing my financial destiny. <BR><BR>There I was, twenty-three years of age, already teaching and tutoring other students "freely" out of my apartment, but one night something began shifting my financial perspective. A great lesson concerning money, fair exchange, and self-value was about to be revealed. <BR><BR>In my one-bedroom apartment in Pasadena, Texas, twenty-one students crowded together in my living and dining rooms, eager to listen to my inspired ideas concerning mind/body interactions, specifically those involving inner healing. That night, because my college tuition and living expenses were mounting and I had a growing desire to build a vast library of books, I experienced a psychological and soon-to-come financial shift. <BR><BR>I decided to place a bowl on my dining-room table with a small sign on it stating: "Love Donation." At the end of my three-hour presentation, I watched everyone begin to leave. Only five dollars had been placed in the Love Donation bowl. I looked at the bowl with some despair since I was hoping to receive much more, but the bowl had been ignored or overlooked by most attendees when they were departing. That night I thought that I was not going to be able to afford to buy more books, pay my rent, or continue classes unless something shifted. <BR><BR>At first, I became mad at the attendees, and then I &shy;realized it was all about my fear of asking for what I wanted and feeling unworthy of receiving it. At the next class, I decided to aim for a love donation of ten dollars. At the end of the night, ten dollars remained in the bowl. I decided to raise the amount to twenty dollars for the next class. By the end of that class, twenty-five dollars was left in the bowl. <BR><BR>I finally become more bold and decided that I was going to charge a minimum entrance fee of twenty dollars for each of my evening classes and do away with the love donation idea altogether.<BR><BR>On that night, once I firmly declared to myself and my attendees that I was charging a minimum fee, I was amazed to discover that 85 percent of the attendees gratefully placed their twenty dollars in the bowl. I looked at the bowl at the end of the evening with amazement and tears of gratitude, for I somehow knew that I had discovered a great lesson along the road to my dreams.<BR><BR>What an amazing lesson! It was as if the world was trying to tell me to value my teaching services, and myself, but until that night I had been unwilling to listen. The moment that I did is the same moment that I received. From that night onward, I have remembered this great financial lesson, and I have raised my fee every year since. Today, I receive a lovely honorarium for my teaching services, which have spread throughout the world.<BR><BR>No one valued my services until I valued myself. Wow, what a great and yet simple financial lesson to finally learn!<BR><BR>Until you value yourself, don't expect anyone else to. Until you pay yourself first, don't expect anyone else to. Until you allow yourself to do what you dream of, don't expect anyone else to encourage you to.<BR><BR>Once you declare your fee—with a no-turning-back certainty—the world will respond with a level of prosperity and abundance like never before. Today, I do what I love and love what I do. I get handsomely paid to teach and travel across the world, and I am abundantly prosperous in many more ways than one.<BR></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 10:44:36 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/27/Until-You-Value-Yourself-Dont-Expect-Anyone-Else.html</link></item><item><title>INTERESTING CONVERSATION</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal><FONT face="Courier New" color=red size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">INTERESTING CONVERSATION  - read it till the end.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>*** An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>He asks one of his new students to stand and.....</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=inherit color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: inherit"><BR>===============================================</SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : So you believe in God?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Absolutely, sir.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Is God good?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Sure.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Is God all-powerful?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Yes.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.  Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>( Student is silent.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fellow. Is God good?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Yes.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Is Satan good?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : No.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Where does Satan come from?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : From...God...</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student: Yes.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student: Yes.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : So who created evil?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>( Student does not answer.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? ß All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Yes, sir.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : So, who created them?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>( Student has no answer.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : No, sir.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Tell us if you have ever heard your God?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : No, sir.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have  you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Yet you still believe in Him?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Yes.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Yes , Faith ! And that is the problem science has.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>===============================================</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Yes.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : And is there such a thing as cold?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : Yes.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : No sir. There isn't.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat..</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458  degrees below zero which is no heat, but we  can't go any  further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is  only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold.  Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You  can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness,  isn't  it? In reality, darkness is n't. If it were you would be able to make  darkness darker, wouldn't you?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is  life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the  concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science  can't even explain a thought. It uses<BR>electricity and magnetism, but has  never seen, much less fully understood either one.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?<BR>(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the  argument is going.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a  scientist but a preacher?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>(The class is in uproar.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>(The class breaks out into laughter.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one  appears to have done so. So, according to  the established  rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science  says that you have no brain, sir.<BR>With all due respect, sir , how do we then trust your lectures, sir?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Prof : I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>Student : That is it sir... The link between man &amp; god is  FAITH. That is all  that keeps things moving &amp; alive.</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Courier New" color=red size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>WANT TO KNOW WHO THAT STUDENT WAS?</SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#2f2f2f size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #2f2f2f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN></FONT><B><FONT face="Courier New" color=maroon size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><BR>NB: </SPAN></FONT></B><FONT face="Courier New" color=maroon size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won't you? <BR>So do forward them to increase their knowledge... this is a true story, and the student was none other than:              <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, the Ex President of <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>.</SPAN></B><BR></SPAN></FONT> <FONT face=Arial size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 15:49:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/27/INTERESTING-CONVERSATION-1.html</link></item><item><title>Innocence n' Ignorance</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal><FONT face="Palatino Linotype" color=red size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'">"Innocence n' Ignorance..Understand the Difference"</SPAN></FONT><FONT size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"> </SPAN></FONT><A name=OLE_LINK1><FONT size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"><IMG id=_x0000_i1025 height=26 src="cid:image001.gif@01C8BFEA.20785A70" width=26></SPAN></FONT></A><FONT size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"><BR></SPAN></FONT><B><FONT face="Palatino Linotype" color=#993300 size=5><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #993300; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'">Subject:</SPAN></FONT></B><FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"> <FONT color=red><SPAN style="COLOR: red">LOVE HAS NO LIMIT............</SPAN></FONT></SPAN></FONT><FONT size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"> </SPAN></FONT><FONT size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"> <BR></SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'">While Dad was polishing his new car<SPAN class=GramE>, <BR>his</SPAN> 4 yr old son picked stone &amp; scratched lines on the side of the car. <BR>In his anger, Dad took the child's hand &amp; hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. <BR>At the hospital, his child said "Dad when will my fingers grow back?" Dad was so hurt. <BR>He went back to car and kicked it a lot of times. <BR>Sitting back he looked at the scratches, child wrote "I LOVE YOU DAD" <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR><FONT color=#993300><SPAN style="COLOR: #993300"><BR></SPAN></FONT></SPAN></B></SPAN></FONT><B><FONT face="Agency FB" color=red size=5><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Agency FB'">Anger and Love has no limits...</SPAN></FONT></B><FONT size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"> <BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"></SPAN></FONT><FONT face=Arial size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal><FONT face=Arial size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-no-proof: yes"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></FONT></P><PRE><B><I><FONT face="Courier New" color=red size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic">Coming Together Is Beginning,  <o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></I></B></PRE><PRE><B><I><FONT face="Courier New" color=red size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic">       Staying Together Is Progress,  <o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></I></B></PRE><PRE><B><I><FONT face="Courier New" color=red size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic">             Working Together Is Success... <o:p></o:p></SPAN></FONT></I></B></PRE>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 15:45:03 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/27/Innocence-n-Ignorance-1.html</link></item><item><title>Ha Ha....................  Enjoy</title><description><![CDATA[<SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"><STRONG>Ever spoken and wished you could take the words back, or that you could<BR>crawl into a hole? Here are a few people who do............<BR></STRONG></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'"> </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"></SPAN><P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"><BR><BR><FONT color=#660000>I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and<BR>asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blo* job?" I<BR>turned around and walked back out and never went back. My husband didn't<BR>say a word... he knew better.<BR><BR>Melinda Lowe, 39,<BR><BR><BR>************************************************************************<BR>*<BR><BR>An insurance man visited me at home to talk about our mortgage<BR>insurance. He was throwing a lot of facts and figures at me, and I<BR>wanted to follow as best I could, so I told my 6-year-old son to run<BR>and get me a pad. He came back and handed me a Kotex right in front of<BR>our guest.<BR><BR>Kathy Newman, 46<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>************************************************************************<BR>*<BR><BR>I was taking a shower when my 2-year-old son came into the bathroom and<BR>wrapped himself in toilet paper. Although he made a mess, he looked<BR>adorable, so I ran for my camera and took a few shots. They came out so<BR>well that I had copies made and included one with each of our Christmas<BR>cards. Days later, a relative called about the picture, laughing<BR>hysterically, and suggesting I take a closer look. Puzzled, I stared at<BR>the photo and was shocked to discover that in addition to my son, I had<BR>captured my reflection in the mirror - wearing nothing but a camera!<BR><BR>Name Withheld<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>************************************************************************<BR>*<BR><BR>I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was<BR>unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for<BR>several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen<BR>who works at the store. He asked if He could help me. Without thinking,<BR>I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls."<BR><BR>Colleen Collins, 31<BR><BR>************************************************************************<BR>My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a<BR>variety of nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind<BR>the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied, "No, I'm just<BR>looking at your nuts." My sister started to laugh hysterically, the<BR>boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my<BR>sister has never let me forget.<BR><BR>Faye Emerick, 34<BR><BR><BR>************************************************************************<BR>Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My<BR>three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was<BR>on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in<BR>between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While<BR>enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my<BR>seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Danny<BR>had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he needed to go,<BR>and he said "No." I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an<BR>accident, and I don't have any clothes with me..." Then I said, "Danny,<BR>are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just KNEW<BR>that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse.<BR>Soooooo! I asked one more time, "Danny, did you<BR>have an accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent<BR>over and spread his cheeks and yelled. "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!"<BR>While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing! He<BR>calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel<BR>better by thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!<BR><BR><BR>************************************************************************<BR>This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very<BR>embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think<BR>before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow but don't get<BR>any.....a true story...We had a female news anchor who, the day after it<BR>was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and<BR>asked: "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?" Not<BR>only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too, they were<BR>laughing so hard!</FONT></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 13:23:30 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/20/Ha-Ha-Enjoy-1.html</link></item><item><title>News Flash about Men's Health</title><description><![CDATA[<P><STRONG>News Flash about Men's Health</STRONG></P><P><STRONG>Yesterday, scientists for Health Canada suggested that the results of a recent analysis revealed the presence of female hormones in beer, and suggested that men should take a look at their beer consumption. </STRONG></P><P><STRONG>The theory states that drinking beer makes men turn into women. </STRONG></P><P><STRONG>To test the theory, 100 men were each fed 6 pints of beer within a one-hour period. It was then observed that-<BR>100% of the men gained weight<BR>talked excessively without making sense<BR>became overly emotional<BR>couldn't drive<BR>failed to think rationally<BR>argued over nothing<BR>had to sit down while urinating <BR>refused to apologize when wrong.  </STRONG></P><P><STRONG></STRONG> </P><P> </P><P><STRONG></STRONG> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 10:26:25 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/20/News-Flash-about-Men-s-Health-1.html</link></item><item><title>Enjoy</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV class=Section1><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1in"><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'">This is hilarious! There is not one dirty word in it, and it is funny</SPAN></I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.' </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...' </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.' </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?' </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'. </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!' </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.' </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.' </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said. </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.' </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Tripod?'</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR>'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'"><BR>Mrs. Smith fainted</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></P></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 18:25:23 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/16/Enjoy-1.html</link></item><item><title>Nice Story from Chicken Soup:</title><description><![CDATA[<P>I've loved to sing from the time I discovered my vocal cords.</P><P>I sang while I played. I sang in the tub. I sang to break the silence. I had no idea that I had any kind of exceptional voice until one day when I was seven. I sang "One Moment in Time" for my music teacher at school, and she went nuts.</P><P><BR>"You blow my mind!" she said. She couldn't believe my parents hadn't entered me in Star Search—or at least had me audition for The Mickey Mouse Club. But my parents had no way of knowing their son had singing talent.</P><P>Both of my parents are deaf.</P><P> </P><P>People think that must have been hard for me, but growing up in my home had some real advantages. At a young age, I was comfortable around adults and mature topics since I often interpreted for my parents at appointments with doctors, attorneys, and other professionals. By the time I was six, I knew more about real estate than most adults.</P><P> </P><P>Watching closed-captioned TV allowed me to excel in reading, writing, and spelling. When I was fourteen, I placed seventh in the state of Illinois for the Scripps National Spelling Bee.</P><P> </P><P>And I attended college on an acting scholarship. I truly believe my acting ability emerged out of necessity. Since my parents couldn't hear my tone of voice, I couldn't express anger, frustration, or excitement in words; I had to do it with my body language and facial expressions.</P><P> </P><P>But there are disadvantages, too. No matter how much success I achieve, no matter how many fans cheer for me, my two most important fans can't hear me sing.</P><P> </P><P>I remember the moment it really hit me that my mom would never be able to hear my voice the way everyone else does. We were driving down the road, and one of my favorite songs came on the radio, so I cranked it up and began to sing along. She looked at me and put her hand on my throat to feel the vibration. I realized that was the closest she would ever get. She says it's enough for her; I wish it were enough for me.</P><P> </P><P>After my appearance on Idol, I released a CD. I had written seven of the eleven songs myself, and I really wanted my dad to understand what I had accomplished. The case contained a liner with all the lyrics so he could read the words, but I wanted him to feel it. I turned up the bass as loud as I could so he could feel the beat, and I signed each song as I sang it to him. He let me know which ones were his favorites.</P><P> </P><P>When I auditioned for American Idol, the judges asked me what one thing I wanted people to know about me.</P><P> </P><P>"I grew up in a house with deaf parents," I answered.</P><P> </P><P>"Would you sign your song as you sing?" they asked. I was more than happy to.</P><P>When my audition aired, the TTY at my mom's house rang off the hook. And when we did our American Idols Live!  tour, deaf fans showed up at the concerts and gave me the "I love you" sign from the audience. They connected with me; they embraced me. And I felt honored to help bring the deaf community into the world of music.</P><P>My parents flew out to the last city on the tour. It was so wonderful for my group of Idols to see where I came from. I introduced my parents to everyone, and they all hugged. My mother is in love with Justin Guarini, and she couldn't believe she was meeting him. He's truly one of the warmest, most genuine people in the world.</P><P>When it came time for my solo that night, I remember looking out at the audience and seeing my mom. She was watching other people's reactions, and I could see how proud she was that they loved me.</P><P>My mom and dad support me and believe in me so much, even though they'll never be able to hear me sing. I wouldn't trade them for all the hearing parents in the world, but sometimes I dream that one day, by some miracle, I could pick up the phone and say "I love you" without an interpreter in the middle.</P><P>Who knows? Maybe I will. Impossible things happen every day. After all, a boy who grew up with two deaf parents made it into the Top 10, didn't he?<BR></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 14:46:40 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/19/Nice-Story-from-Chicken-Soup-.html</link></item><item><title>HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? (written by kids)</title><description><![CDATA[<STRONG>HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? (written by kids)<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like<BR>&gt;sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep <BR>the<BR>&gt;chips and dip coming.<BR>&gt;-- Alan, age 10<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to <BR>marry.<BR>&gt;God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who <BR>you're<BR>&gt;stuck with.<BR>&gt;-- Kristen, age 10<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?<BR>&gt;Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by<BR>&gt;then.<BR>&gt;-- Camille, age 10<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?<BR>&gt;You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at <BR>the<BR>&gt;same kids.<BR>&gt;-- Derrick, age 8<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?<BR>&gt;Both don't want any more kids.<BR>&gt;-- Lori, age 8<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?<BR>&gt;Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know <BR>each<BR>&gt;other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.<BR>&gt;-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)<BR>&gt;On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually <BR>gets<BR>&gt;them interested enough to go for a second date.<BR>&gt;-- Martin, age 10<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?<BR>&gt;I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the <BR>newspapers<BR>&gt;and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.<BR>&gt;-- Craig, age 9<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?<BR>&gt;When they're rich.<BR>&gt;-- Pam, age 7<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with<BR>&gt;that.<BR>&gt;- - Curt, age 7<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry <BR>them<BR>&gt;and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.<BR>&gt;-- Howard, age 8<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?<BR>&gt;It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need <BR>someone<BR>&gt;to clean up after them.<BR>&gt;-- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?<BR>&gt;There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?<BR>&gt;-- Kelvin, age 8<BR>&gt;<BR>&gt;And the #1 Favorite is........<BR>&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?<BR>&gt;Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.<BR>&gt;-- Ricky, age 10<BR></STRONG>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 10:17:30 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/07/HOW-DO-YOU-DECIDE-WHO-TO-MARRY-written-by.html</link></item><item><title>THE MAN WHO WILLED HIMSELF TO DIE</title><description><![CDATA[<STRONG><FONT color=#7f003f size=4><P><BR><BR></FONT></STRONG><FONT face="times new roman" color=#407f00 size=3><EM><STRONG>There was a man who worked for the railroad. One day as<BR>he went into the freezer compartment to do his routine<BR>work, the door accidentally closed and he found himself<BR>trapped in the compartment. He shouted for help but no<BR>one heard him since it was past midnight. He tried to<BR>break down the door but he could not. As he lay in the<BR>freezer compartment, he began to feel colder, and<BR>colder. Then he began to feel weaker, and weaker, and<BR>he wrote on the wall of the compartment, "I am feeling<BR>colder, and colder; and I am getting weaker, and<BR>weaker. I am dying, and this may be my last words". In<BR>the morning when the other workers opened up the<BR>compartment they found him dead. The sad twist to the<BR>above story is that the freezing apparatus in the<BR>compartment had broke down a few days earlier. The poor<BR>worker did not know about the damaged freezing<BR>apparatus and in his mind the freezing apparatus was<BR>working perfectly. He felt cold, got weaker and<BR>literally willed himself to die.<BR><BR><BR>SUCCESS PRINCIPLES<BR><BR>Our sub-conscious mind can be cheated. The sub-conscious mind can only accept and act on information passed to it by the conscious mind. It has no capacity to reject or decline any instructions or<BR>information passed to it by the conscious mind. In the case of the poor worker, he consciously thought that he was getting colder, weaker and dying and the sub-conscious mind accepted the above instructions and affected his physical body. That was how he willed<BR>himself to die.<BR><BR>MOTIVATIONAL QUOTE<BR><BR>"Every now and then go away, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer. Go some distance away because then the work appears smaller and more of it can be taken in at a glance and a lack of harmony and proportion is more readily seen."<BR></STRONG></EM></FONT></P><P><FONT face="times new roman" color=#407f00 size=3><EM><STRONG></STRONG></EM></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="times new roman" color=#407f00 size=3><EM><STRONG><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: rgb(64,127,0)">*Nisreen Dr. Sk. Abbas Merchant*<BR> NLP Master Practitioner<BR>(specialising in Behaviour Modification)<BR>+919869043341</SPAN></P></STRONG></EM></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 10:27:14 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/08/29/THE-MAN-WHO-WILLED-HIMSELF-TO.html</link></item><item><title>Saying the right thing.......</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV> </DIV><DIV><FONT size=4><FONT face="trebuchet ms"><FONT color=#000000>Rohit woke up at home with a huge hangover. He forced himself to open<BR>his eyes, and the first thing he saw is a couple of aspirins and a<BR>glass<BR>of water on the side table. He sat down and sees his clothing in front <BR>of him, all clean and pressed.<BR><BR>He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order,spotless,<BR><BR>clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a <BR>note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to <BR>go shopping. Love You!"<BR><BR><BR>So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and<BR>the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Rohit <BR>asks,<BR>"Son, what happened last night?" <BR><BR>His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious.<BR>Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black<BR>eye when you stumbled into the door". Confused, Rohit asks, "So, why is <BR>everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting<BR>for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!"<BR><BR>His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when<BR>she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said , "Hey !!!!!!! <BR>leave me alone! I'm married!"<BR>..<BR>..<BR>..<BR>Moral<BR>..<BR>..<BR>..<BR>..<BR>Breakfast -- Rs. 100.00<BR><BR>Self-induced hangover -- Rs. 2000.00<BR><BR>Broken furniture -- Rs. 20,000.00<BR><BR>Saying The Right Thing While Drunk - PRICELESS!!! !!!!!!!!! </FONT><FONT color=#6600cc></FONT></FONT></FONT></DIV><DIV> </DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 12:16:38 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bux.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/08/21/Saying-the-right.html</link></item></channel></rss>